A tame piece on growing up with Jeff Christie. Some innacuracies (we never had a farm) and a scary blown up photo.
I like the bit at the bottom, a non sequitur about someone in a photo:
Jeff recalls how he met Mario:
“One day whilst the band were trying to negotiate a meal in Mar del Plata, Argentina, a guy over at the bar watched our antics with amusement.
“He came over and introduced himself saying he would be happy to translate and end our famine!
“This he duly did and then sort of attached himself to our circus; though at first treated cautiously by all, he eventually overcame our suspicion and became indispensable as we toured Argentina continually.
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