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My dad phoned me last night to ask me if I remember being about eleven or twelve and finding out Davy's sister's address. My friend and me got the bus from Blackburn to Church, trailed ourselves up Dill Hall Lane to the house and knocked on the door. The husband answered and had a stack of photos of Davy Jones on the windowsill, he gave us one, said "Thank you girls" and shut the door - they must have been totally sick of it! And I was in so much trouble for invading their privacy when my dad found out, looking back quite rightly so but I couldn't see what the problem was at the time! First love!