What a maudlin header! What I’m really talking about are the people, most you’ve never met, but who have a place in your personal nostalgia, a place of warm cosiness or horrid starkness somewhere in the memory banks that creeps up.
It happened at the weekend for me with the Sunday Times Last Word. The wrestler Jackie Pallo, a bad guy for me watching at 4pm on Saturday afternoons on b/w telly with my Nan who was a great grapple fan. He even went on to profile in the Avengers. Read more ›››