Many families have an Uncle Harry. He’s the one who doesn’t fit in, the one who dares to be different. He’s the one they tut-tut about and probably feel slightly jealous of. My Uncle Harry longed for a life on the stage, and in his twenties, he toured the country as part of a Concert Party. He worked as a musician every weekend in Working Men’s Clubs in and around Bradford. He occasionally wore a suit of armour and a feathered hat.
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