JEFF STONE

Blackburn hairdresser and businessman

MEMORY: The look of horror in my mother's eyes when my brother got his call up papers for the Suez crisis when I was eight.

HOLIDAY: To celebrate my mum and dad's 25th wedding anniversary we went on a family holiday in Blackpool. I remember Pablo's ice cream was 6d.

HOME: I was born on a green leatherette settee in a council house in Railton Avenue, Blackburn. It was a wonderful place. We were surrounded by open countryside which later became the Green Lane estate.

JOB: Queuing up for a market stall with a mate when we were about 14 for a quarter-day (about three hours). We sold milk, potatoes, handbags, shopping bags.

CAR: A grey four-door Austin A30 which I bought in 1965 for £50 when I was 17. I had a Lambretta LD 150 scooter for a year before that. I was a Mod with a fishtail parka and a cork helmet.

KISS: Sheila Whittaker, from Blackburn. Her father hated me. We had a wedding in the family so I went round in my best suit and asked if I could take her out. He said no so we met clandestinely for ages.

RECORD: The Laughing Policeman by Charles Penrose. A neighbour gave us a radiogram. New records were out of my price range, so I bought some from a second-hand shop in Redlam.

HERO: Douglas Bader. I met him in a pub called the Black Cat in Chesham, Buckinghamshire, when I was 16. He was fascinated by my dad's motorbike, a Norton Dominator.

AMBITION: To have been a Member of Parliament. I would still like to be MP, I don't think there is a more honourable path in life than to be able to represent the town you were born in.

I think it must be a wonderful thrill to be able to make a difference in people's lives, not necessarily on a political basis.