Born in Stoke, I spent the first four and a half years of my life living with my mum and dad in an old rented farmhouse. It was said to be haunted and my Grandmother still swears she once saw the covers at the bottom of my bed moving as my toes were tickled by a poltergeist. During this time, I generally wore moccasins and tartan dungarees. Eh? Give me a break – it was the seventies!
After a bit, we moved to an old Victorian house with a nice big garden. The lady showing us round ratcheted up the excitement by telling me there was a “playroom.” I went in, e more...
