is cycling to the top of the path outside my childhood home, on a yellow kids’ bike with fat grey tyres. I turned on to the road and said aloud: “I’m me, doing this, now.” I was heading away from the home and people I loved, off on my own adventure.as a child was unconditional, especially from my mother. I loved Dad deeply, but was wary of him. It was idyllic, our gang of kids playing out on a Salford council estate.
I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy, but it’s the best thing that has happened to me.hospital I went to stay at Mum’s, still ill. Getting back to work helped me find a way through it. Scripts got me out of bed. I knew I needed to provide for the children. It turns out pretending to be someone else is incredibly useful when I’m struggling.accent and class might suggest machismo, but I’m anything but macho. I’m very much the son of my mother.