On Christmas Eve 1964 me dad and I were out delivering presents. We arrived at my auntie and uncle's - to discover that dear old Uncle Fred (aged 45) had dropped dead in the street at 8.15 pm. Auntie spent Christmas with us and it was the most miserable time ever. One of my cherished presents was Beatles LP Beatles For Sale. Well I could hardly play it at all, given the gloom. The rather grim album cover photo of the Fab Four, which I had to content myself by staring at, hardly helped. Every time I hear that opening track (No Reply) it reminds me of Uncle Fred. Lovely feller he was.