Yes, Captain Birdseye - Wally Tate, bless his little cotton socks! I was racking my brains to try and remember his surname.... Firmly rooted in the tradition but broad minded enough to include the new arrivals in his repertoire. I can't hear 'Too soon to be out of my bed' without thinking of him standing there, clutching his pint, head thrown back and eyes closed... I remember singing with a small group of club regulars at his funeral and feeling what an honour to be asked.

The clubs were the Sun Ray at Osmington, its successors The Cornwall Hotel in Dorchester & (?)the New Inn, Martinstown and the Kingswood in Weymouth. Wally would travel miles to attend 3 or 4 clubs a week and had an inexhaustable collection of LPs for the raffles.

Now I'm worried you're going to identify the 4'10" blonde Donovan lookalike.... Ooh-err!

LTS