My uncle Mike, I remember the first joke he told me as a child, came to watch me play rugby, always getting me to clean his football boots and shoes with a promise of a few quid which never happened. Every Christmas he would send a card with a tip for the King George on Boxing Day. Someone I was always wanted to model myself on. Remember going to my first proper barber as a small child asking for a hair cut like my Uncle Mike. I would stay with my Nana quite often, he would have me nipping over the gardens putting bets on with a neighbour written on the back of an envelope with change in my hand.
A real man’s man, great company, I only wish I could have had that last one drink with him.
God bless uncle Mike.
Wish I could have had one more beer with him to say goodbye, I will miss Mike so much, great memories
Gerard
06/09/2024