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My dad was a gambler, a drinker and a womaniser. That, I’m afraid, is the harsh truth of the matter, and I still wanted nothing to do with him.

As I said before, my older brother Peter, who had built up a strong father–son bond with our dad, spent lots of time in his company over in the East End, and that was his choice and none of my business.

One day Peter had the idea that we should open up a betting shop. ‘We’ll be millionaires by this time next year, Roddy… I mean… Kenny,’ he told me with all the conviction of Del Boy.

I’ll tell you something. A success it was not. My brother and I must be the only bookies in the land to have lost money – my money.

Why didn’t anyone warn me the last person who should run a bookie’s is a gambler – a bloody expensive lesson that turned out to be!