I am an interloper - I wasn’t at Berridge! However, I first saw my future wife, from a distance, on the night Kennedy was shot. Friday 22nd November 1963. I met her properly in summer 1964 when House of the Rising Sun was number one. She was 13, and call me a cradle snatcher but it really was love at first sight. I was absolutely infatuated. I used to walk the long way home just to pass her house and catch a glimpse of her. Bitter, sweet memories! We began to “go out” in the summer of 1965 when the Help! album was release (You don’t realise how much I need you ....) We were married in 1968, sh