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It’s Boxing Day; we’re at the bottle bank, and my dad’s slotting bottles in the bin one by one.  Smash … smash … smash.  Next to him is another man doing the same, who gets to the end of his bottles, turns to my dad, shrugs and says, ‘Well there goes another Christmas!’ It was a memorable comment because that’s…

It was Christmas 1982.  It seems a long time ago now, but I remember the events of that Christmas very clearly because they were so significant to the rest of my life. On the 24th December, Christmas Eve, I was dumped by a girl I’d barely started dating and as I drove home, I thought to myself, ‘Well that’s a…