It’s good to know that North West England still produces more hits than anyone else. And I reckon that had Top of the Pops stayed in this Manchester church hall, they wouldn’t be axing it this month after 42 years. (Okay, I guess it would have had to move a few miles up Oxford Road with the rest of the BBC.)
The point of Top of the Pops was to be our music show of record: check out the database.
Which brings me to Nelly Furtado and Maneater. Pop at its frothiest; a silly unoriginal (remember Hall & Oates), but catchy pop song. Watch the TOTP performance and tell me that Nelly Furtado’s dancers weren’t trained by David Brent (although, to be fair, Brent has more moves).