I suppose all this started as a young boy in Liverpool and listening to stories from our mother about her uncle Joe from Yorkshire.
My Dad bought Rex from a market stall in Bradford market and brought him home on the bus.
The chap called Jack with the question mark after his name must be one of the toughest and unluckiest men I have ever met.
In this beautiful photo taken in heavy snow we can see on the far right the bungalow occupied by Mr & Mrs Helmsley…
The Gaytimers (which had a very different connotation back then in the late 60s)