1970 to 1974 - Kings Cross - Sydney, Australia. Single/Divorced - Working as Lighting Technician, Doorman, Bouncer, and one of the Boss' personal bodyguards with a "Carry Concealed" licence for a .44 Magnum for the bank run with, usually, about $A160.000 per week..
Feb 10 1975, four days short of six year in Oz - returned to UK as my Grandfather, as good a man as my Dad was lousy, had had four strokes and had requested that I be at his funeral when the time came. The time came four years and two more strokes later - my Nan reckoned he'd worked it out that he really couldn't take it with him and decided not to go until he's spent it all.
Also came to try and help save my parents' marriage - doomed to failure as his twenty-fourth (approximately - the ones we knew about) (Mum refused to allow us to castrate the sod, she was a true 'untill death do us part wife') 'bit on the side demanded he marry her when she found herself pregnant - the baby was Caucasian (her)/Afro-Carrbbean (another bed-fellow) and that really pissed the old bastard off! Mum and I got well and truly pissed celebrating.
Things went downhill from there and never really recovered.