Like so many others I have many, many memories of Johnny going back over about 35 years but a very special one from the early days, I was eight months pregnant at the old Poynton Folk Festival at Easter. I was sitting in a concert and the baby was dancing. He learnt to appreciate the music very early on but having him dancing on my inside was extremely uncomfortable. Two gentlemen came to my aid, sat on either side of me. They laid hands on my distended stomach and pressed. The two gentlemen were Stan Hugill and Johnny Collins. Oddly my son did not grow up to be a shanty singer!
Gillian