A few years ago six of us went to Alassio, on the Italian Mediterranean. A beautiful old-fashioned coastal resort where we never me another English speaking person. We stayed in one of those hotels beloved of elderly Italians where everything is regimented and meals are served promptly and in a small dining room. I was the one who chose Alassio because I remembered it from Saturday evening holiday programmes as a child. One of them was presented by Max Bygraves whose death was reported today. I think it was probably my introduction to Italy. Max must have had a house there because I remember his family on the programme. It all seemed so exotic, at least compared with the Northern coast holidays we were used to. So when trying to decide where to stay on the Italian riviera these memories returned to me. And we chose Alassio. In fact there is a memorial dedicated to Max Bygraves in the centre of the town. And there may have been a statue. Of course, Alex, Susie, Dave and Ross had never heard of him. Why would they have done? He was our generation. One of those generation of ‘crooners’ who appeared on ‘variety shows’. How quaint that all seems. And I think that I may have gone to see him on Blackpool pier, with my brother and cousin. He used his hands a lot when he spok. And his catchphrase was ‘I wanna tell you a story’. Fancy going to see him when we were so young. That’s a bit like George and Liam going to see Gareth Gates in concert. Willingly. We’ve had conversations about Max. Of the ‘Is he dead?’ type that you do with aged stars. Well now we know. And it’s quite sad. Wonder if they are remembering him in Alassio tonight?