The radio DJ talks about his excitement at getting a BMX one Christmas, having an Indian granny, and why the little moments with his kids are the best
I was born on a lovely council estate in Winchester, but none of my mates at school lived there – they were middle class, went on skiing holidays and lived in detached houses with crunchy gravel drives. We went to the Isle of Wight on our holidays and lived in a semi with no drive. Dad worked for Ford in Southampton as a foreman, and my mum was a nurse for 43 years in the NHS – they had proper jobs.Our life was absolutely humdrum. I’d come home from school and Mum and Dad would be at work. I had my own key. I felt like I was my own little man. I’d make a cheese sarnie and watch telly while my sister – two years younger than me – hid in her room.
Continue reading...
0 comments:
Post a Comment
Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.