He was one of the contributors to the sound-track of my youth and yet he has only come to general attention now because his death has triggered a dispute about electoral law.
My single memory of Ronnie Carroll in the flesh was seeing him pass through the ticket barrier at a virtually deserted Manchester Central station while I was waiting for a train returning west. The period of his big early hits had passed and Eurovision was yet to come, so he must have been cashing in by doing the club and theatre circuit. Carroll was still well enough known, yet he was alone and carrying his own suitcase. How times have changed.
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