When I was little, my dad died. His name was Eugene Andre du Plessis. He was of French heritage (a Huguenot) and beautiful. He was a chartered accountant, chess champion, the love of my mother’s life and they had three really cool kids together. He died when I was about Noah and Benjamin’s age and I don’t remember much about him. After that, we didn’t have loads of spending money – things were pretty un-cool for a long time. To this day I can’t eat chicken livers, rice, pilchards, kidneys or pink viennas as that was our diet for a long time and I praise my mother for keeping us together when everything else sort of fell apart.

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My mom remarried when I was a little older and introduced me to my best friend, my dad-dad, Nicholas Clark (everyone calls him Nobby because he’s British and over … Read the rest