Yes, it’s 38 years ago today that ma faither died. Yes, on Christmas Eve. Deal with it.
Anyway, here he is, through the years.
Top left – on a night oot with ma deid Irish mammy. Digging the wig, Grace.
Top right – 18 years old and away tae fight yon bastarding Hitler.
Bottom left – with family dog, Judy. One of the last pictures before he died.
Bottom right – with Famie & George, my Great Aunt and Uncle who looked efter me when I was a boy.