As a teenager in the ’60s, I was dedicated to my love of Pop music. On weekends, I would go to the record shop. I recall one Saturday. I remember hopping on a bus that took me to Salisbury. I walked a half-mile from the bus depot to the record shop to buy a single Cilla black record. I Paid cash for the record, walked back to the Bus Depot, and rode the 20-plus miles home. Even then, the bicycle ride home from the Bus stop was almost three miles. That was a lot of work, effort, and expense for a young lad who only earned £2.17s.6d a week. ( My Mother got £1 for feeding and housing me) Today, I went to my computer and typed in Cilla Black. You are my world.” and it’s all done. My computer spits out All I have to do is delete an advert.