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Sitting down at the pub table with a pint of Coke in hand, I bubbled the drink through my straw.

‘Thank you, Grandad,’ I smiled, chuffed that I had a sugary, adult-like beverage.

At just nine, during the summer holidays, me and my brother Ryan, now 28, would join my dad and grandad at the pub to watch the footie.

Dressed in our Celtic football gear, we loved spending time in the pub with them all.

Despite my mum Dierdre, 48, and dad splitting up just months before, I made sure to visit my dad and grandad as much as possible.

Loving drama at school, I’d get involved in everything I could, wanting to sing and be a part of every show possible.

So, cheering like a hooligan at the footie was like second nature to me.

One day, after playing at the local park with my friends, I thought I’d stop in the pub on my