The veteran radio DJ talks about his strongly supportive parents, his sister’s disability and why it’s hard work being a silly grandfather
I don’t have a hard-luck story because I had a wonderful upbringing by the sea in Poole, Dorset with my parents, Pauline and Kenneth, and younger sister Jackie. My parents were good, decent people and brought me up to be kind to others. They weren’t strict and I never wanted to rebel because I had nothing to rebel against. They instilled strong moral values in me.
My father was a GP with a wonderful sense of humour. His patients would say, “What a great doctor your father is.” He was one of those old-fashioned doctors who would come out to see you if you rang him in the middle of the night. He’d even perform minor operations such as for an in-growing toenail. He was a big soul music fan and he introduced me to it – in particular Jackie Wilson’s Reet Petite, which was the only soul record he had. We played it non-stop. He could also be serious and he followed news of what was happening in the world, which affected him because he served in the merchant navy during the second world war.
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