Mary Hopkin sang “Those Were The Days” in 1968 when I was in infants’ school. I saw her on television and fell in love. Even though I was only 6 years old I understood from the song that one day I would grow up and eventually age and die; my friend and I had found a dead sparrow in the fields where we played and had a talk with the teacher at school about why it was important that nothing lived forever (we don’t want to be up to our ears in sparrows, do we girls? What would they all eat?), so I suppose it was the right song at the right time.