I was 12 years old when I first started working in the restaurant next door to our house.

No Word of a Lie.

Dad (local bobby, ignored the fact that I was under-age ‘cos he knew how pissed of I was doing the paper round in all winds and weather the year before) And Mum………well, she worked there too and could keep a close EYE on me !

There were three meals that I HATED serving.

Whitebait

A BLUE Steak

SteakTartare

YUK & YUK & YUK :o(