I am going this coming week back to Bognor Regis in West Sussex, England. I shall see the place where I was born and grew up, only a stone’s throw from the sea. I shall also meet up with my brother Michael, my half-brothers Tom and Harry and my nephew Tim. It will no doubt be a rowdy but moving time!
My father Bill grew up near by on a market garden and was a spitfire pilot when he met my mother during the Second World War. He later became a well-known race-horse trainer. My parents divorced when I was young and I was brought up by the mother and grandparents who were retired hoteliers. Little did they know that I would become a republican, anarchist and writer!