Strange connections for me.

In February 1984, I was getting ready to go and see The Eurythmics live in a small back street club in Berlin when I was called down to the public phone just outside the Ops Room. It was my Mum on the phone telling me that Grandad (George) had died that day.

I was in a dilemma. But George was such a lovely and carefree man that I went ahead with the plans to see the band. He didn’t do moping and wailing in a corner !

This is the very best version of this book on film, in my humble opinion.