Lucinda Lambton

A girl, a train and a miniature pistol: how I met the Everly Brothers

Five decades of delight began at midnight on the platform for the Flying Scotsman

The Everly Brothers (Photo: Michael Ochs Archives/Getty) 
issue 11 January 2014
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I was drifting in and out of sleep last week, listening to the news, when suddenly eight words — at first sounding no different from the general run — slammed into my senses. ‘Phil Everly of the Everly Brothers is dead.’ For the first time I knew how it felt when ‘the earth stood still’.

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