Alan "Pop" Morrow, my music teacher at school, 1958 - 1964, who showed me that there was more to music than Hank Marvin and Buddy Holly (great though they were). RIP "Pop".

My mum, who sang all day long and had the voice of an angel. I can still hear her singing "Too-Ra-Loo-Ra" to me as she cuddled me on her knee before bed. Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!   :-)

My dad, who could only play the gramophone - but what great stuff he played on it, The Ink Spots, The Andrews Sisters, Glenn Miller, Sinatra. The gramophone had a strange 'hot' smell when it was playing (it was one of the modern 'electric' models!), I can recall that smell even now, >50 years on.

And a guy who played the accordion for our sing-songs on the coach that used to take us on the annual outings from the factory my dad worked at. I always wanted to play the accordion, never made it.