For many who grew up in London during the 1970s, the Cold War was far more than a distant headline; it was a physical presence, often perched high above our heads. For those of us who spent our formative years at Moreland Street School on Goswell Road, that presence took a very specific and distinctive…
My grandad was, for all intents and purposes, my dad. A proud Lancastrian with a formidable work ethic, he was a man of quiet discipline. Having served as a Grenadier Guardsman during the war, he carried that military precision with him for the rest of his life. He did not drink or gamble; his only…