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He was a good guy, my old man: simple, old-fashioned. Physically, he was built like a feather-weight, and he wore these thick, black Ronnie Barker glasses. He would say to me,βYou might not have a good education, but good manners donβt cost you anything.β And he practised what he preached: heβd always give up his seat on the bus for a woman or help an old lady across the road.
A good man. I really miss him.
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