Today, I think it has to be Terry, a part- time pub singer who changed his name to Matt Monro and became arguably the greatest interpreter of popular song this country has ever produced. The pub where he was discovered, The Boston Arms in Tufnell Park, is just down the road from me and on a sunny day, this song will float through my head as I pedal past. Frank and Tony may be superb singers with authentic Italian ancestry but there’s something about the Terry’s velvet voice and exquisite phrasing that make you feel like you’re gliding along an Amalfi coastline bathed in sunshine. And on days like these, isn’t that just what you want?
