1973 One day, aged eight, I was passing a neighbour’s car when I thought I noticed a twenty-pound note inside. I spun around on my bike and there it was, sat by the hand brake.
Summer of 1972, New Brighton At seven years of age, I found myself in the enviable position of being the youngest in a big family, living in a big house, my mother’s little golden boy.
I can only imagine how lonely you are, Alone with your phone in your cell. Your marriage was a miscarriage, Your friends a personal hell. And, yes, you have twelve houses,
Political, radical, heretic, bollocks?; Tony's going to give me hell for this. The thing is, this is my mission. British 'government'? It's a dirty old bath and we need to clean it out.