I am the daughter of an East End barrow boy, born in Tower Hamlets in 1918 with the odds stacked against him from birth.
I am the daughter of an East End barrow boy born into a Russian Orthodox Jewish family with little prospect of ever leaving the dreadful council flats.
I am the daughter of an East End barrow boy who left school at aged 11 when his father died to support his mum and sister by working in their greengrocer’s shop.
I am the daughter of an East End barrow boy who worked in a factory for 10 years as a machinist with the dream of becoming an actor on the West End stage, the big screen and even television.
I...
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