I’ve known Commando since we were both in our late teens. We met in the White Swan pub in Mansbridge, a place I was frequenting in an effort to forget a disastrous past, hiding out from people who hurt me badly. Back then the pub car park was always filled with motorcycles, that was what drew me there. My Dad had motorbikes, my cousin too, I grew up with a strange, slightly dangerous attraction to them and the men who rode them. Continue reading Happy Birthday Commando – first published 9 August 2013