My dad, the charismatic radical

Some people come into the world and make it a better place. My father was one of those people. Born into a working-class family in 1950s Liverpool, Dad’s journey through life was unlikely. One of seven children, he was the only member of his family to contract polio. He was four years old at the time and was left with a permanent disability. A few years later his father, the primary earner of the family, sustained an injury working on the Liverpool docks that