Thirty Years: Eight | The Boy Who Could But Didn't

Thirty Years: Eight

From the age of eight my dad wasn’t around so much. My uncle quickly became a surrogate father to my sister and I. As an artist he inspired us to draw, teaching us gently and subtly how to improve. He encouraged our juvenile interests, always taking us to films, exhibitions and once even to meet the then current Doctor Who. From him I gained my love of B-movie horror and sci-fi; late night films viewed from behind the safety of a snug cushion. Looking back it’s evident how much he loved us, and how much he loved having us around.

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