Churchill's clumsy idiocy was responsible for depriving me, at Souvla Bay, of what might have been a wonderful great uncle, who might have been showing this little lad how to play footie in the park in Whitefield and taking me to Prestwich carnival to pay for me on the rides and play roll-a-penny with me and tell me stories and sing some of those ould Irish songs. That's what that "great historian" Churchill did for me. And for tens of thousands of others. They even spelled Uncle Jimmy's surname wrong on the memorial in Salford Cathedral.