Peter Noone was one member of the popular 60’s band, Herman’s Hermits.
With his thick head of hair and boyish charm, it would be easy to compare him to a Justin Beiber or Harry Styles of today.
However, there is one distinct difference between this former teen heartthrob and those of today…
With his adorable face and equally adorable voice, Peter Noone skyrocketed to stardom in his teens as the frontman of Herman’s Hermits. The band toured both in America and Britain and became iconic.
The band nabbed their first number 1 hit in England in 1964 with “I’m Into Something Good.”
“Herman’s Hermits sold millions of records before anyone even saw us, which just doesn’t happen now,” Noone said.
“I didn’t know what I was doing: my stage persona was a shy little boy, which is basically what I was.”
Noone and the rest of his band released more than 20 hit records and even outsold the Beatles in 1965. Some of their biggest hits included I’m Into Something Good, No Milk Today and There’s A Kind of Hush (All Over the World).
The band received a million-dollar record deal by the time they were 17, and one of the highlights of Noone’s career was when Elvis Presley performed one of their hits–”I’m Henry the Eighth, I Am”–in 1965 on stage.
“He was making fun of me, but who cares?” says Noone. “It was Elvis!”
Even at this young age, Noone was living the quintessential rocker lifestyle.
“Although without the drugs bit,” he insists. “That was never my thing.”
But when asked about all of the other typical rock ‘n’ roll habits?
“Sure. We were 16, 17, and we could easily stay up all night, go on the rampage then be up the next morning to do interviews and go to gigs. It was a brilliant time.”
At 64, Noone is on the road again as part of Britain’s Solid Silver 60s Show. His fellow Hermits veterans will not be joining him, but other musical star of the era will–Brian Poole of The Tremeloes (“Do You Love Me” and “Twist And Shout”) and Brian Hyland (“Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Yellow Polka Dot Bikini”).
“You never get tired of the buzz of touring,’ says Noone, ‘and it’s good to know we can still pull an audience. People come up to me and sing all the old songs to my face, although I’m never really sure how to respond to that.”
Noone has lived in California since the 70’s and grew quickly to the healthy living style that characterizes the state.
“Not many people survived the debauchery of the sixties,” he says, “so I feel very lucky and try to look after myself. When I went to Mickie Most’s funeral nine years ago [Most was the band’s producer and a panelist on TV talent show New Faces], there weren’t many people left. It does make you stop and think.”
“I remember going to the house of one of the Moody Blues and it was considered this real den of iniquity,” he says. “None of the girls smoked dope, so I used to hang out with them. I was a fly on the wall.
“I did like to drink — I used to go out with Richard Harris and try to drink more than him,” Noone laughed.
“I used to love the Beatles and the Stones and I’d always want to hang out with them, even though they were about seven years older.
“We’d go to the Ad Lib club in London, and John Lennon would buy my drinks because he knew I was only 16 and I wouldn’t get drunk and try to beat someone up.”
Noone, who grew up in Manchester, has admitted that one of his major motivations for drinking was to fit in with the others, as he didn’t feel that “interesting.”
It was at the age of 19 that the musician decided to attend his first Alcoholics Anonymous meeting with his father, also an avid drinker.
“I wouldn’t have classed myself as an alcoholic, but you have to be sensitive to people’s feelings and be able to do the job on stage, so after that I decided to cut down. I needed to do it for my own sake and haven’t touched a drop for about 16 years.
“I insist that my wife still drinks if she wants to — I wouldn’t stop other people around me doing it.”
The multi-talented entertainer has been married to his wife, Mirielle, for 43 years. They met when Noone was 20, while he was still spending time with various women.
“I think it was probably lust at first sight with Mireille,” he admits. “Then I found out how nice she was and it turned to love.
“She kept turning me down, but she was holidaying on Ibiza with her mum, so I rented the apartment next to them. Her mother liked me because I was respectful. I wore Mireille down.”
The couple married in 1968, had one daughter (Nicole), and Noone quit the band in 1971 at the age of 24.
“Even though all of us in the band were close in the beginning, by the end, we’d been together so long and wanted to do different things.”
His attempted solo career plateaued, and it was in the 80s that he took to a new stage, appearing in a Broadway production on “Pirates of Penzance” and as a host on the U.S. television music show “My Generation”.
Just a few years ago, he appeared as a mentor and voice coach on American Idol.
Speaking on the show, he said, “If the Beatles had entered a TV competition, they’d probably have lost. Simon Cowell seems like a very nice guy, but I think he’s a secondhand Mickie Most to be honest.”
Speaking on the current tour again, Noone explained, “‘I was probably going to be a clerk at the local NatWest. How lucky am I to still be doing this at 64? I know what I’m doing now, too. I’m not that shy little kid any more.”
I Found Abandoned Twin Girls in the Forest and Took Them Home – Next Morning, I Was Shocked by What They Did to My Daughter
The morning after I brought home two abandoned twins I’d found in the woods, I heard strange noises coming from my daughter’s room. My heart nearly stopped when I rushed in, and what I saw almost left me in tears.
I’ve always believed in showing kindness to others, even complete strangers. But after what happened with those twins, I realized sometimes the kindest acts can bring unexpected miracles into your life.
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Let me start from the beginning.
I’m a single mom to my amazing daughter Emma. Being her mom is the greatest joy of my life, and I’ve always tried to give her everything she needs. I tried even harder after her father left us five years ago.
That’s when I discovered he’d been having an affair with a woman from his office. The divorce shattered me, but I knew I had to keep it together for Emma’s sake.
Those first few months were the hardest.
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Emma was only five, too young to understand why her world had suddenly changed. Every evening, she’d stand by our living room window and wait for her father to return.
“When’s Daddy coming home?” she’d ask, her big brown eyes full of hope.
I’d gather her in my arms, trying to find the right words. “Sweetheart, sometimes grown-ups need to live in different houses.”
“But why, Mommy? Did I do something wrong?”
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“No, baby, never.” I’d hold her tighter, fighting back tears. “This has nothing to do with you. Daddy and Mommy just can’t live together anymore, but we both love you very much.”
That last part wasn’t entirely true.
Her father made it crystal clear he wanted nothing to do with us. He didn’t fight for custody or even ask for visitation rights. Sometimes I think watching him walk away from our beautiful daughter like she meant nothing was worse than the affair.
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But life has a way of forcing you to be strong. I picked up the pieces, worked extra shifts at work, and focused on giving Emma the best life I could.
We settled into a comfortable routine. Just Emma, me, and our lovable Labrador, Max.
Time flew as I watched my daughter grow from that confused five-year-old into a remarkably wise and intelligent ten-year-old. She has this way of looking at the world that sometimes takes my breath away.
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Everything was finally falling into place. We had learned to live without the presence of a man in our lives, and we didn’t need anyone else to make us feel happy.
Then came the diagnosis a year ago. Cancer.
That word fell like a bomb in the doctor’s office, and I felt my world crumbling all over again. My baby girl, who’d already been through so much, now had to fight the biggest battle of her life.
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Each chemotherapy session chipped away at her energy, her appetite, and her beautiful spirit. But somehow, she stayed stronger than me through it all.
A few months ago, after a particularly rough day at the hospital, Emma caught me crying in the hallway.
“Mom,” she said, reaching for my hand. “Everything’s going to be okay. I promise.”
I stared at her in amazement. “How did you get so brave?”
She gave me a weak smile. “I learned from you.”
Those words nearly broke me.
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I was supposed to be the strong one here. Instead, my little girl was comforting me.
Since then, I’ve done everything I can to keep her comfortable and happy, though those moments of happiness became increasingly rare as the treatments continued.
That’s where I was in life when everything changed.
It was a freezing December evening, and I was taking Max for a walk after my shift at work. The woods near my house were silent except for the crunch of snow underfoot.
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Just as I was about to turn back, Max froze, and his ears pricked. Then, out of nowhere, he darted into the bushes.
“Max! Come back!” I shouted, chasing after him. As I pushed aside the branches, my gaze landed on something that made me freeze.
Sitting on a fallen log were two little girls, huddled together, and wearing only thin sweaters and jeans despite the bitter cold.
They looked identical with wide, frightened eyes and long dark hair dusted with snowflakes.
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“Hey there,” I said cautiously, keeping my voice soft. “Are you okay? Are you lost?”
One of them shook her head.
“No, we aren’t lost,” she murmured. “We live nearby… in a shed.”
I knew the shed they were talking about. It was an abandoned, crumbling structure at the edge of the woods.
“Where are your parents?” I asked, stepping closer while trying not to frighten them.
The other girl replied, “Mama left us there… a long time ago.”
I stood there as my heart pounded against my chest. I wanted to help the little girls.
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“What are your names?” I asked gently.
“I’m Willow,” said the first twin.
“And I’m Isabelle,” added her sister, gripping Willow’s hand tighter.
“How old are you both?”
“Nine,” they answered in unison.
Max whined softly, nudging one of the girls’ hands with his nose. They smiled and patted his head.
I couldn’t leave them out here. The temperature was dropping fast, and the forecast warned of an incoming storm.
Social services wouldn’t be open until morning anyway, I thought. I think I should take them home.
“Come with me,” I said gently. “I’ll get you warm, and we’ll figure this out tomorrow.”
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They exchanged a look, having one of those silent conversations I’d heard twins sometimes share. Finally, they nodded and stood up.
Back home, I heated up some chicken noodle soup and wrapped them in warm blankets. They sat at my kitchen table, spooning the soup carefully into their mouths.
I set up the guest room with fresh sheets and extra blankets as I thought about what to do in the morning. Emma was asleep, and I decided to wait until tomorrow to explain everything to her. I didn’t know how she’d react upon seeing them.
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The twins barely spoke as I showed them to their room, but I caught them whispering to each other as I was about to leave.
“Goodnight girls,” I said and closed the door behind me.
That night, I lay awake for hours, listening to the wind howl outside. I knew I should call social services first thing in the morning, but something about these girls tugged at my heart.
Little did I know, the next day would bring a surprise that would change everything.
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The next morning, I woke up to strange noises coming from Emma’s room. I listened closely and heard soft thuds and muffled giggles.
What’s going on? I wondered. Is it… is it the twins?
Panic shot through me as I thought about what Emma must have felt upon seeing them. What if they scared her? Or worse?
I bolted down the hall and flung the door open.
“What are you doing?! Don’t touch her!” I shouted.
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The twins looked at me with eyes wide open. They were standing beside Emma’s bed, draped in makeshift costumes. They had tied my silk scarves as capes around their shoulders and one of them was holding a cardboard wand covered in aluminum foil.
But what made me stop in my tracks was Emma.
My daughter, who hadn’t smiled or laughed in months, was sitting up in bed, her eyes sparkling with delight.
“Mom, look!” Emma giggled, pointing at the twins. “They’re doing a magic show for me! Willow’s the good witch, and Isabelle’s the fairy princess!”
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I wanted to cry at that point.
You see, I’d watched cancer drain the energy from my baby girl for almost a year. The treatments had taken her strength, and she barely spoke on most days. I’d started to forget what her laugh sounded like.
“Mom, they made me a crown too!” Emma held up a paper crown decorated with crayon-drawn jewels. “They say I’m the queen of the magical forest!”
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“That’s… that’s wonderful sweetheart,” I managed to say. “I—”
“We’re sorry for entering her room without your permission,” Willow said. “We heard her coughing this morning and just wanted to check if she was okay.”
“She looked so sad,” Isabelle added softly. “Everyone needs magic when they’re sick. That’s what we used to tell each other in the shed.”
Tears filled my eyes as I watched Emma clap and laugh at their silly dance moves.
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For months, I’d tried everything to lift her spirits, but nothing had worked. I was so stunned at how these two little girls, who had so little themselves, had somehow given my daughter back her joy.
“Can they stay and finish the show, Mom?” Emma asked, her cheeks flushed with excitement. “Please? They promised to teach me how to make magic too!”
I wiped my eyes and nodded, my voice cracking as I said, “Of course they can, sweetheart.”
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Over the next few days, something magical happened in our home. The twins spent every moment they could with Emma, telling her stories, playing games, and planning elaborate shows.
On Christmas Eve, they performed their grandest show yet. Emma sat propped up in her special chair, wearing a blanket like a royal robe, completely enchanted by their performance.
I watched from the doorway, and my heart was about to burst with joy.
That night, after the girls were asleep, I made a decision.
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These twins had brought light back into our darkest days. They gave Emma the simple joy of being a child again, even amid her illness.
So, I decided to let them stay. I decided to adopt them.
The process wasn’t easy, but nothing worthwhile ever is.
Today, our family of two plus a dog has grown to include two more daughters. Sometimes I think about that cold December night and marvel at how close I came to walking past that fallen log.
But Max knew. Somehow, he knew those girls belonged with us.
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This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
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