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Looking back, was it ham sandwiches or Trevor that saved me?
We lived in a police house just outside the police station on the edge of Manchester in Ashton-under-Lyne. I was around 22 and had just left art school in Manchester, scraping my diploma, and feeling a little sore at just scraping through, but looking back it was probably about right. I was in a year that shone but the light coming from me was more of a flicker than a beam. I was determined to get off my backside and get a career in advertising as a so-called ‘creative’ in London. There was a plan to share a place in … Continue reading Looking back, was it ham sandwiches or Trevor that saved me?
