It’s strange the things that stick in your memory. We used to have our holidays up in St Andrews while my parents helped out with the Scripture Union beach mission up there. I vividly remember when I was about 7 years old hearing Nik Kershaw sing “I Won’t Let the Sun Go Down on Me” and then being driven around in a car following the sun at sunset to try not to let the sun go down on us. I also vaguely remember a chippie to dry my crocodile tears after that.