![]() When I was 12 or so and wanting to sleep in, my dad would be blasting music and I'd be wishing he'd go back to sleep. When he was home, he'd be there every day, every night, and we'd go out and buy records. Dad was a merchant seaman and he'd be three months away and a month home. On my dad's side, every two weeks or so we'd go to my nonna's, starting at lunchtime, and it would be big tables – you'd sit and eat lots of food and start conversations and arguments and fights. Thanks to the European mix it felt classless in our family, which wasn't the norm in working-class Glasgow as I was growing up. I'm a real mongrel – my dad's Maltese/Italian and my mum's side is Irish/German. My cousin used to sing this song that would have everyone in tears and I'd do Olivia Newton-John, and no one would give a toss. The first song I sang was an Olivia Newton-John number. We had big sing-songs at my gran's home in Glasgow. My whole family is very musical – pianos, accordions. My dad plays guitar and my mother was a singer.
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