Popping into the corner shop on my way home from school, I grabbed another few cans of Irn Bru from the shelf.
‘That should keep me going,’ I joked to my mates.
But if I was being honest, it probably wouldn’t.
Aged just 14, I was drinking around 10 cans of Irn Bru a day and couldn’t get enough of the sugar-loaded fizzy drink.
My mum Angela, 51, would have gone mad if she’d known how much of the stuff I was knocking back every day.
She didn’t let me eat anything too unhealthy and our meals were always free of junk food.
Only, in the house next door was my Auntie Gale, 61, who would happily let me pop round after I’d had dinner for what I’d
