Posted by Viv Wilson on 3rd September 1985 in Early Days | hoar cross hall,motor racan class='highlight'>inan>g,bmx,servants,meynell,spooky,blog,victorian,GP 2,hotel,spa,burton
MOV
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and so we come to the end of my story. My d
ad
and G
av
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and my mum c
arried on runn
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aev
al B
anquets for
a few more ye
ars. She
and the s
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ally got together much to my d
ad’s ch
agr
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a lot more time
at the H
all help
an class='highlight'>inan>g my mum run the b
anquets; however, Piers didn’t re
ally get on with him. When he w
as
about 14 ye
ars old my d
ad received
a phone c
all from Piers – he h
ad run
aw
ay from
home and w
as r
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arms c
ar p
ark! He told my d
ad th
at he w
as hid
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a bush
and could he come
and get him. Of course, my d
ad w
as only too h
appy to fetch him
and get...