Oh Lordy! It's STAVROS !
I was very young when I was born, back in 1953 in a village called Steeple Morden, Cambridgeshire. The family lived on a farm, about 500 acres, with a big old rambling farmhouse which belonged to my grandfather Bert Parrish. The farm itself was sold when Bert died, but my dad Graham managed to buy it back. Bert worked in cattle, castrating the bulls and shovelling a lot of BS – so I always say this is where my talent for BS and talking balls is from…
I was the youngest of four, born seven years later than the previous sibling – was I a bit of a mistake? Well, I did develop into something of a chubby pain in the backside, that I can say. Sadly my dad died when I was 12, of leukaemia, and my mum, Bay, passed away in 1988 – more of her later in part two!
Being a former airfield, there was lots of concrete track which became my playground with anything with an engine in. It started with a ride-on lawnmower, then anything with four wheels that my brother Phil had bought. We’d tie-down the accelerator
