Here We Go Round the Mulberry Bush

I was 16 in 1968.

I read Hunter Davies' original novel when it first came out, and Jamie was me. I couldn't wait for the film.

And I wasn't disappointed. Full of humour, full of great music, full of the things which were real and important to a late 60s teen and, most of all, full of heart.

Current audiences may find it a touch unsophisticated but then, we all thought we were but we weren't!

Barry Evans sadly never really lived up to the promise he showed in this film, and then died far too young. But if this film was his sole epitaph, it's a good one.