Letters from England: Amy Bradshaw

I was born in Nottingham; the youngest of two children. My dad was a lorry driver and my mum was a cleaner, working wherever she could to make ends meet. Without affordable childcare, my parents often had no option but to take me to work with them. Some of my earliest memories are of riding in my dad’s truck as he went to his deliveries, eating meat sandwiches packed for us by my mum. My brother was six years older than me, and a huge influence as I grew up. I would sit outside his bedroom listening to Madness, Adam Ant, Nirvana, and Prince blaring through his door. I have a lot to thank him for in terms of musical education! We still share the same music taste now. My grandparents would visit us every week and we’d always have the same dinner: minced beef and potatoes. Occasionally my parents would go out for the