I became disullisioned as I passed the age of 7 which was a very long time ago I think (therefore etc....).I was never my Mothers favourite, which was a shame because I was an only child.I remember telling her when I was a slip of a lad of twelve or thereabouts that I was leaving home, she curtly replied "On your marks..". My father was a naval man who wore his underpants in the bath because he didn't like looking down on the unemployed, and I remember he once told me "when you were born the Doctor slapped me!".They were cruel people my parents they used to send me to the shops then move house before I got back. I joined the Army to see the world and was posted in Pontefract and served my time there.A gypsy put a curse on me and the wifes been bedridden since the day we were betrothed. But, despite these little setbacks and tribulations I still smile, due to the paralysis in my facial muscles since my stroke, and look forward to hearing those songs of loneliness and despair at those never ending folk festivals where like minded people gather to inflict a little pain and misery on the happy go lucky, gadabouts,who relish every moment of existence in a way that Cliff Richard could only comprehend and tell people like us that we are moaners and "Victor Meldrews" -I don't believe it!