Cliff Richard and The Shadows, Dynamite
Sir Cliff is 69 today. Don’t tell your nan, else she’ll spend the rest of the day faffing around baking him a cake. He doesn’t want her cake. Look at the man. He doesn’t eat cake. He plays tennis. He’s healthy. He’s unfairly become something of a national joke. And it really is rather unfair, because before he went all sexless and evangelical, Cliff Richard was probably the closest we’d ever come to a homegrown Elvis. Hence, we still like him, so we thought we’d get him a gift, and after three minutes of hilarious discussion it boiled down to a toss up between four candles (or fork handles), or a record to prove that Cliff really was credible at one stage during his career. The above track is from 1959. Happy Birthday Sir Clifford!