As my english blog reader has pointed out in the comments.... what about our favourite decades for music?
Of course I was in to rock'n'roll. Even today, I can't hear "Rock Around the Clock" or "See You Later, Alligator" without wanting to get up and dance.
Then there was The Beatles. I waited 7 hours at Wellington Airport to holler and scream at them (I went to two of their concerts, front row seats). Years later, I even wrote an account about my airport-waiting for the New Zealand School Journal, entitled "The Day I Saw The Beatles".
In the late fifties-early sixties, Britain's King of Rock'n'Roll was Cliff Richard. In my adoration stakes, Cliff was second after Elvis.
What? You're all laughing? Cliff's an old guy, a pensioner, he sings grandma songs, Christmas songs, he's a fogey?
Sigh. We all grow old.....