I’m breaking from tradition with this post, to share a totally different (and honestly my most favourite) side to Dad’s songwriting. Way before The Jarrow Marchers, my earliest memories of Dad are him singing songs from The Beatles and Lindisfarne, as well as his own pop style compositions. Quite often on Sundays he’d grab his guitar and you could tell his mood from the choice of song – if it was R.O.C.K. then it was a great mood, but if it was Fool for You then he was probably feeling blue.