There were things my Mother did to me when I was a child which were just plain wrong. She made me wear home made jeans, eat brawn (jellied pigs head for the uninitiated) and gave me a Beatles haircut before the school social when I was twelve saying I looked ‘very nice’ when in fact I looked like a complete gomer. BUT and it is a very big but, she never, ever, even suggested that me and my brother sing in a band with her – can you imagine? Something even worse than this???