Starting my life as I did with the sudden realisation that I was being forced from this warm comfortable place that I had come to know for the last nine months into what I can only imagine to be a cold wintery day, it was you see November 1974, where winters were winters and summers were, well, summers.
My father, a farmer in Norfolk, a small place none of you will have heard of near Swaffham.
I moved infrequesntly as I grew up, one move when I was 5 to the town of King's Lynn when we stopped farming, another move when I went away to school in Suffolk, a fruther move to Rutland, a place called Uppingham and then back to Kings Lynn a few years later when I was asked to leave the school that predicted my GCSE failures... well if you call B's and C's failures there was no hope.
King's Lynn then Yorkshire, Huddersfield and later my nine year stint in London started.
Portobella Road was an interesting and diverse place to live, settling however for Shepherds Bush.