He walked into Stewpot’s wearing a golf jumper and looking like he owned the place and me and Frank sat there and thought, ‘Look at this prick.’ And you know what? Nearly fifty years later, if you were to come down Stewpot’s bar, you’d find Chappy walking in there wearing a golf jumper and looking like he owns the place and me and Frank sitting there thinking, ‘Look at this prick.’ Chappy was fairly well known at the time because he was a champion schoolboy golfer so he was always in the paper holding up trophies and doing the old Look At Me routine. We spoke to him a bit that night and to be fair he wasn’t too bad with the talking and the jokes and from then on we’d always have a bit of a To And Fro when he came in. That’s not to say he wasn’t a pain in the arse from the start. He’d practise his swing at the urinals which was both annoying and dangerous and when you shook his hand he’d say things like ‘Don’t steal my grip’ or ‘You’re crushing the moneymaker’.
