Hiding Under Covers

We all know the song… When I get older losing my hair Many years from now Will you still be sending me a Valentine Birthday greetings bottle of wine Will you still need me, will you still feed me, w hen I'm sixty-four? But how about when I get to 108? I love reading contemporary journalism about the Beatles, so trawling through the newspaper archives recently, this one caught my eye in the Daily Mail , from 16 June 1964. The headline itself is unusual but is made all the more so when you think that this is 1964 and John Turner was born in 1856. The Beatles were a by-word for the modern age. How was it possible someone born the year the Crimean War ended was still alive, let alone could appreciate Beatlemania?  Even in 1964, 1856 was an absurdly long time ago, well before the advent of recorded sound or even the general use of electricity, and certainly long before anything resembling popular youth culture as we knew it in the twentieth century. Yet John Turne