Mother: What the hell was that for?
Father: Do I need an excuse? That's just in case he does something wrong and I'm not in. My father did it to me all the time. I was brought up feeling the toe of his boot and it never did me any harm. A good hiding every now and then will make a man of him.
George Spurr (1922-93) was the adoptive father of show business biographer David Bret, of whom he observes in his memoirs, "Evil, cruel, contrived, nasty, homophobic, slimy, pathetic, puerile, poisonous, loathsome, psychotic, despotic, anti-Semitic, bigoted, adulterous and loud-mouthed. These are just some of the terms-and I'm sure there are more-that applied to George Spurr, my adoptive father. Add to this roster child-beater, rapist and crook, and this just about sums him up. It used to make me angry and confused, as a child, watching fathers hugging their sons, or seeing sons weeping for the fathers they had loved and lost. Mine never once hugged me, or showed the slightest affection towards anyone when he was a part of my life, or even suggested that he cared about anyone but himself. When at family weddings I watched fathers proudly lead their daughters down the aisle to give them away at their wedding, my heartfelt desire was to see mine laid out in a wooden box."