I spent a great deal of time with my Grandfather when I was young. I used to go and spend my weekends at his house being totally spoilt and listening to some of the stories he would tell me when we were alone – or at least when my Grandmother was out of earshot. The stories he told me from his youth in Oldham and his years of running a shop in Birkenhead were always enthralling but I think my favourites were from the war. It always makes me laugh when I watch Only Fools And Horses on the telly because every time Uncle Albert mentions the phrase; “During the war…” everyone would run for cover fearing another of his war-time stories. I was the complete opposite and could listen to my Grandfather for hours.