I have a
mother from Saint Helena, and I had a father who was a blond-haired,
blue-eyed Scot.
As a baby, my youngest brother looked exactly like my
father.
It is just as well that there were no Gardaí in the Burnhope of
the early 1980s.
Political prisoner, activist, journalist, hymn-writer, emerging thinktanker, aspiring novelist, "tribal elder", 2019 parliamentary candidate for North West Durham, Shadow Leader of the Opposition, "Speedboat", "The Cockroach", eagerly awaiting the second (or possibly third) attempt to murder me.
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