My friend Christopher Green, who has died aged 78, was something of a “wild boy” for much of his life. A printer by trade and artist by predilection, in his earlier days he generally put socialising before anything else, and often had a good time in doing so. But in the end a life of booze, fags and self-neglect caught up with him.
When he was born in Haverfordwest in Pembrokeshire, Chris seemed destined for a life of respectability. His parents, John, who worked for an animal feedstuff company, and Rhoda (nee Hills), were scions of one of the town’s most notable families, and he inherited from his forebears the freedom of Haverfordwest.
