Danny from Fairlight school has asked to see where I lived and I told him it was the shed I was born in. I suppose I can show you a picture of it. Here are some notes that were taken at the time of birth:
Birth was painful. Hacksaw kept slipping and the vice broke. Bolting hair on proved difficult as he refused to keep still and sticking his fingers in the oxy-acetylene flame produced unimaginable bad language.