Scan - "The back of our house in Forthlin Road. I’m leaning out of my bedroom window as Paul climbs up the drainpipe. This was the way we’d get in if we lost our keys. We’d shin up to a tiny window into the toilet and slither through headfirst, hoping the lid was closed on the toilet. Otherwise we’d end up with our heads down the pan. Paul’s wearing tight jeans, which Dad hated because they made us look like ‘Teddy Boys.’ He’d come with us when we bought trousers to make sure they weren’t too tight. He didn’t know that Paul would then go to a tailor’s shop to have them taken in. Every week they got a bit narrower, until Dad would eventually notice. ‘I told you not to buy those drainpipes,’ he’d say. And Paul would answer, ‘They’re not ‘drainies,’ Dad. Look, they’re the ones you bought.’ And he’d show Dad the label - the start of politician Paul."