The topless man in the picture is my father, he died 35 years ago. I never really knew him, although we lived in the same house, he was in the pub most nights of the week and didn't really talk to me that much.

I don't really feel that over the years , that I've missed him, it's almost like there was nothing to miss. This sounds really sad to me, but it's the truth. Given the fact that my mother had died the year before, it's almost a blessing that we weren't close. I was so full of grief after my mum had gone, I can't imagine what I would have been like if I'd had a good relationship with him.

Perhaps he would have made a better grandfather, we will never know.