I’ve long thought this was one of those pop songs that were secretly about drugs but apparently it isn’t. Shame.

I was never a big fan of Cilla’s voice but she really nailed this one. Pretty much any version of this song gets me choked up but hers turns me into a puddle.

It’s a pity they’re miming but this is still bursting with fabulousness, not least of which is how cute PP Arnold looks.

I loved this song when I was kid because I thought it was literally about the fire brigade. I’m sure it’s actually about girls or sex but I’d rather stick to my my youthful illusions.

Here’s another raven-haired beauty for you. Haven’t had any Bobbie Gentry here in way too long. An obvious song choice but I’d never seen this clip before and it’s just sublime.

It may be cold outside but inside our Brazil nuts are nice and warm.

I’ve never seen Privilege so I’m not sure what the significance of hot chocolate is, but out of context it does sound a bit silly and Python-esque and I keep imagining that Jean Shrimpton is thinking “Ooh, I love a man who drinks hot chocolate.”

Personally I’d rather have a cup of tea.

What a beautiful, beautiful song this is. An extra ration of Grog for the Procol Harum boys.