MY BEDROOM WINDOW OVERLOOKED A BOMB SITE.
Because my dad was a returning prisoner of war, he got our house in Fulham at a controlled rent. Out of my window I could see the remains of about six houses overgrown with weeds, but with lots of ghostly staircases and features still there. My brother, Pete, who’s seven years older than me, and I were warned never to play on the bomb site because of the possibility of unexploded ordnance. Still, on Bonfire Night a massive bonfire would be built there and our windows would get so hot that they’d actually start to bend and move. It usually ended with the fire department being called.
I WAS BORN WITH SCOLIOSIS [A CURVATURE OF THE SPINE] AND I’VE GOT THE THUMB MISSING ON MY RIGHT HAND.
They’re just congenital things. I’ve not got dwarfism, which some people think because some of the vertebrae in my neck
