I'd have to pick 2 people, n that'd be my Grandad and my Uncle Billy. Billy died when I was about 12, and 11 years on I still miss not seeing him. It'd have been nice to have known him now to go out for a pint with him.
His Dad died about 8 years ago from an operation gone wrong. I can see him now, sat in his chair with a bottle of Newcastle Brown by his side, chuckling because he'd just caught me or my brother off guard and given one of us his 'world famous chinny pie' GOD they used to hurt, but it always made me laugh.
Yup, those 2 in a room with me and my Dad and a crate of ale would be wonderful!
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