AS a child of the Sixties, I always considered Dusty Springfield as an exceptional soul/blues singer but never really appreciated her contribution to the whole music scene.

The babe with the trademark blonde beehive wigs and the heaviest, blackest mascara had a camp style and a stage presence that was second to none, backed up by a great voice.

Her reign as Queen of the Postmods may have been a short one, but it made a lasting impression.