I’ve been thinking about my Mum and Dad a lot more recently, probably because my Dad will soon be having heart bypass surgery. Mum, a hairdresser in mid-sixties West End London, was a Stones at Eel Pie Island girl. Dad was a more stoic type, a (sort of) fan of The Shadows but much more a follower of West Ham. Mum married him because he made her laugh and was capable. Her words. In later years, just before I left home, Mum had become a Pogues fan and Dad was a Clapton and Dire Straits sort of chap. Not much has changed since, although their musical venn diagram crosses over at late fifties rock and roll, Abba and The Bee Gees, so that’s what they mostly have on in the car. Mum covets a pair of Doc Martens, Dad is a walking gear kind of bloke but they happily co-exist in their musical crossover. Anyone got any similar stories?