The very first time I met Spike Milligan, he brought a very old audio tape round to my house in Eastbourne .
“This is a tape recording of my father singing. But his voice sounds as though his balls have been caught in a rat trap …. can you sort it out?” he asked.
Over the years I came to rescue many other old tapes for him – most of them of impromptu musical performances and personal family recordings.
We visited each other many times over the years – Spike lived quite near to me in Rye, Sussex.