My mum had this uncle who was a real Jack the Lad, a real cad, he was Tony Soprano before there was ever any Sopranos, we are talking 60s, 70s, early 80s. A nightclub owner in Hastings who was more than that and up for it all. But I only really have one memory of him.
He had cancer, he’d been on the treatment and was out of hospital and had lost weight and most of his voice too and really he had lost his presence – since he had been larger than life. Now he was just barely hanging on. In this weird, high rasp he winced to his wife, “Get the tapes!” And she knew what that meant. We were all sat around – the extended family. And he had the throne and we were just there in service. Read More