Nobby was a sweet, good man - brilliant at defusing tense moments with a wry comment or a quiet joke. And he and I had a special bond. In 1975, he and I found ourselves going with our pregnant wives to the same Natural Childbirth class in North London. We were invited to squeeze our knees as hard as we could so as to get a sense of what contractions might feel like, and we examined a large doll in a thoughtful kind of way. Whenever we met thereafter, we would ask each other about the wellbeing of our two daughters, both of whom we agreed had turned out to be lovely.
Nobby was a sweet, good man - brilliant at defusing tense moments with a wry comment or a quiet joke. And he and I had a special bond. In 1975, he and I found ourselves going with our pregnant wives to the same Natural Childbirth class in North London. We were invited to squeeze our knees as hard as we could so as to get a sense of what contractions might feel like, and we examined a large doll in a thoughtful kind of way. Whenever we met thereafter, we would ask each other about the wellbeing of our two daughters, both of whom we agreed had turned out to be lovely.