When I was 16 my dad was in jail, so I didn’t really see him. My mum got pregnant when she was 16, and had me when she was 17. So she was always a really, really young mum. She was an older sister type. She was still growing and becoming a young adult herself. I remember she set up her first hairdressers and when I was a kid I spent loads of time in the hairdresser showing my magic to all the customers.
At school I was getting beaten up every day by these two guys. I was a very skinny kid, I probably weighed about five stone when wet, so the bigger kids could just throw me around. My grandpa used to pick me up from school on Friday nights. One day, he got there early and saw me get beaten up.
When we were walking, he said, “I want to