Blowing out the candles on my fourth birthday cake, I squeezed my eyes shut and made a wish. ‘I wish for a beautiful party dress,’ I whispered, hopeful.
Watching as one of my party guests twirled in her pink frock, I was captivated. ‘Can I wear that beautiful dress?’ I begged my mum, Fay. ‘Boys don’t wear dresses, Graeme,’ she said.
Mum was a practising Catholic and my dad, Val, was very much a blokey bloke.
Even though I was so young, I knew something