GROWING up in the 1980s the high street was a truly magical place for young shoppers.

Think about the first time Harry Potter saw big Hagrid tap on those bricks at the back of the Leaky Caldron Pub only for that wall to part ways and reveal Diagon Alley in all its glory and you'll soon get the picture.

I remember vividly walking up Argyle Street in Glasgow with my mum and gran on a Saturday so excited at the thought of visiting Goldbergs, Razzle Dazzle and the Kylie department in Mackay's, now known as M&Co, my head spinning at the endless possibilities and countless beautiful mannequins wearing the latest trends.

The focal point however, of any high street was HMV.

As an aspiring singer HMV was my favourite, it was the place I could go to hear the latest 'must have' tunes and meet with friends to queue up to see my idols as they came to launch their new album, and maybe, just maybe, be lucky enough to get a copy of that album signed.

Everyone remembers the first song they ever bought, mine was a cracker.

It was Chesney Hawkes, I Am the One and Only, on cassette tape and I thought I'd died and gone to heaven.

I remember standing in line with a thousand of other girls waiting and, more importantly, praying that they wouldn't run out before I had reached the front of the queue; otherwise going to school that Monday was out of the question. Anyone who was anyone had to have a copy of that track and, trust me, I wasn't going to left out.

This was nothing new for HMV though. I recall my dad watching me interview Queen guitarist Brian May, on The Hour.

He called me later that night, almost in tears, because he just couldn't understand how his wee lassie was sitting talking to the man who had played with a band whose new album he had queued overnight for in the 1970s outside, yes, HMV!

My most memorable connection with the store however, had to be in February 2004, when I arrived at the Argyle Street store to launch my album, The Meaning of Love, to literally thousands of screaming fans. They lined the street waiting for me, hoping to get their album signed.

Sadly those days are all but gone now and we seem to exist in an online world when it comes to our music.

I'm not saying that it's wrong, but I think we would all agree that on hearing the sad news regarding the end of an era with HMV a little bit of all of us went with it.

So here's to a great institution, thank you for all of the wonderful memories, and for possibly making me the person I am today.

The symbol of little Nipper the dog and gramophone will always have a place in my heart.

Well, it's all over and what a run it's been. Thank you to everyone who came to the Pavilion to see The Wizard of Never Woz.

It's been a blast and I hope to see you all again next year. I've enjoyed myself!