Well, I have been looking for a picture of Dad at his school & saw that he posted on this site. The power of Google eh!
I am Stan's son. Unfortunately he passed away last month. I have never seen a photo of him under the age of 20. He was born in Arkwright street in 1940 in terrible poor conditions & caught t.b, which also finished his mother off when he was 5. He told me some tales of his childhood in Nottingham. His aunt Lilly lived with a fella called Pop, and he was the custodian of the Palais. My Dad swore blind that in the basement under the dancefloor they used to k
