David Williams was 17 when his mother died of cancer. But he didn’t cry when his mum’s friend knocked on the door in the dead of night to give him and his sisters the news. He was the eldest of three, “the adult male” as his father had left years earlier.
Instead, he bottled up his feelings and carried on working. Williams, now 61, says: “Something happens to you in that situation that isn’t your choice.” This was 1980, and the family lived on the Lache social housing estate in Chester, which was, he says, “a tough place. Lads didn’t go around crying.”
