Wild Tales: The book to make any Spectator reader weep

We all know that if you can remember the Sixties you weren’t really there. But Graham Nash, of the Hollies, and later of Crosby, Stills & Nash, was there, and has decided at the age of 71 to prove that he can well remember both them and subsequent decades by favouring us with his autobiography.

Wild Tales begins in familiar territory: working-class lad discovers rock’n’roll in the late Fifties, forms a band with his schoolmates and discovers a gift for harmony vocals, along the way realising that he can make a better living from this showbiz lark than his poor father ever did at the ironworks. This is the most revealing part of the book, if only in terms of social history, as Nash goes from scavenging on Salford bombsites to talent-show spots between the plate-spinner and the midget with the harmonica, en route to the Top Rank circuit (and what a bygone world is evoked by that phrase alone).