I was at college, training to be a hairdresser in the mid sixties. Worked in a Wimpy Bar at weekends to earn enough money to go to the pub across the road from the college and have a ham roll, half of lager and one song on the jukebox. The one song was always House Of The Rising Sun by the Animals. Loved it then, love it now.

It's a good job we didn't get carded in the pub. In spite of the fact that I know I looked younger than my age at the time (16) that pub never asked for proof af age.