I can rember him at Banbury making his bed up in that cul de sac of an entrance we all know wherevit is.



He was in the kitchen at Miskin Folk Festival where you always got the hug morning,afternoon or night.


I have now realised the man i found in the cottage was Colin and was thrown out the bunk house because of his snoring while i lit the fires at Miskin he slept through it all.



Colin you ***tard why?


Yasmin.