My 21st birthday was a relatively mild affair. I spent the day getting mashed in and out of the pubs of the delightful suburb of Broomhill. The day is chiefly remembered by pub quiz bores as the occasion on which the Grand National was declared void and by my friends for their beloved Blades getting tonked in an FA Cup semi final by their deadly rivals Sheffield Wednesday. The revels ended at about 9.30pm when I fell asleep face down on a table in the Duke of York.
Not being much of a sports fan the high point for me was the record fair I attended earlier that day at the Leadmill. It was my birthday so I was probably pretty lavish but the only record I can recall buying was a Francoise Hardy album, Francoise Hardy in English. I bought it because I'd heard this song on the radio.
Francoise Hardy All Over The World
