In memoriam to my father Martin Luther Higgins (aka Mr Lou), who returned to his spiritual home on 26th February 2017. Celebrating his life and the lives of the first generation immigrants. Those who took the 3 week boat journey and descended on the British Isles in mass, arriving in technicolour and irrevocably changing the landscape of the country for the better. 1957 – Armed with high hopes and aspirations, Mr Lou was one of many who were greeted with the signs declaring; “No Dogs, No Blacks, No Irish”. Indeed times were hard, but music was the antidote that counteracted the grim beginnings. It was the connection with ‘home’. Mr Lou had exceptional taste in music, a legacy that i’m proud to have inherited. Armed with a glass of rum in one hand, he loved nothing better than to ‘drop foot’ to his favourite tunes.
In remembrance of Mr Lou and the last of the Windrush generation, who sadly are fast receding us. From the days when men were men, tougher than tough..Rudies don’t fear.