It’s “Ged-Roych”, thank you. My dad was incredibly exacting – he would have made you say “Gied-Ri-oi-ch”, but I’ll accept a close variation, as long as it’s not Gled Roy, Gee Drock, Guide Rioch or Good Rick. And definitely not Melanie Glad Rags, please.
I am the youngest of four siblings, plus two foster brothers for a few years. It was a big, lively household, so it took something quite significant to get noticed. I put on guinea pig circus shows with my beloved and very lardy Coca and Cola. I tried to get them to trot round – it didn’t work at all.
