Tom's remarks brought to mind a couple of experiences of mine in relation to the Milltown Boys. In the mid-1970s, I was on course to spending Christmas Day alone. One of the boys, Marty, lived across the road with his nana and her boyfriend, an uncommunicative building labourer called Dave, whom Marty called "Unc". They lived, as I did, in an identical two-up one-down terraced house. When Marty's nana heard I was going to be on my own for Christmas lunch, she invited me over. Now until then I had spent Christmas Day with my parents and brothers and sisters: Christmas dinner was a family affair all sitting round the table - wasn't it?
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