"Here I go again, turning back the crumpled pages of my time, to a chapter way back in the '60s, I was seventeen, a young lad in my prime, 1966 to be exact, the Beatles are really big, I'd grown myself a "moptop", I didn't need a wig. In '63 Everton were Champions, and had now just won the FA cup, no team compared to the "school of science," things were definitely looking up. Then England won the Jules Rimet, my head was in a whirl, just when I thought it couldn't get any better, Wow! I met the perfect girl! What had I done to deserve all this? It was a fantastic year in my life, then when the decade was finally over, Mary became my lovely wife. The '60s were such a brilliant time for me, magic moments in so many ways, I often sit here quietly in my chair, recalling those very special days."