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I have always loved the pop music charts and as soon as I was old enough I started buying all the music magazines on a weekly basis. I would regularly spend my paper round money on the, Melody Maker, The Record Mirror, The New Musical Express, Pop Weekly, and my personal favourite, a music paper called, Disc Weekly. Of course I had my favourite artists and whenever they had a new chart entry I would quote whatever of the above magazines charts put them at their highest chart position. If Adam Faith was nearest the top spot in the Record Mirror, that would be the magazine I'd quote. In my teenage mind I rationalised that as making the truth work for me, for my inner nobility prided itself on never telling a lie. A less noble minded ne'er-do-well might describe it as finding a truth that suits ones own agenda!
I prided myself on spotting a top hit and, as soon as I heard a song, I could predicted how big the hit would be. I was seldom wrong. I made one such prediction on a new Adam Faith song called, 'What Now,' and said it was a sure fire number one hit. My brother Gordon, who knows sweet fanny adams about music, was with me when I made that forecast and he thought I was wrong. He was also there when it roared into the top thirty at No.29 the week after it's release and I knew in my heart that I'd be right yet again.
The next week we both listened to the chart run down, and the excitement built as the programme continued. Adam Faith's new hit hadn't been mentioned by the time the DJ got to No.15, so at least a top ten place seemed likely. On he went and as the run down continued I was practising in my mind what sort of smug look I'd make when my prediction came true. I could almost smell the certainty of my forecast for a No.1 slot. "If not this week, next week", I told Gordon. When Adam's record hadn't been played by the time he'd got to hit seven, I said to my brother, "Top Five Gordon," and I could tell he was longing for me to be wrong. Down the countdown continued, 6, 5, 4, and I knew I was going to be right. Hit No.3 was played, followed by the No.2 hit, and still no mention of Adam Faith and his 'What Now' song. As the chart run down commenced I knew for sure that success was mine once again. I also know, to my eternal shame, I gloated as I heard the DJ say, "This weeks number one is... I LIKE IT , by Gerry and the Pacemakers," and instantly the gloat left my astonished face. Where the hell, I asked myself, was Adam 'Blo*dy' Faith's, 'What Now?'
Gerry may have blo*dy 'Liked It,' and so did the smirking Gordon, but I didn't like it at all. Ever since that day, if I'm in Gordon's company and Adam Faith's name comes up he cannot resist saying, "In week one, Adam roared in, in week two, he roared out again!" which is always followed by a guffaw of laughter from my much loved brother. The strange thing was that the song writer who wrote, 'I Like it,' a man called Mitch Murrey, had written it with Adam Faith in mind. But Adam turned it down for, 'What 'Blo*dy' Now!'