AN upwardly-mobile man’s parents just love providing a contrast between his humble origins and what he has achieved in life.
Having provided Tom Logan with a stable upbringing in an end-terrace house, Barbara and Nigel Logan are thrilled that he always wanted more than ‘a drab little town and drab little lives’.
Nigel said: “From when he was a boy, he always said he’d never work in a shirt factory like me and wouldnt be beaten down by our lack of expectations for him, which was lovely.
“His active, fizzing brain could never have tolerated that kind of mind-numbingly tedious work, he’d say while I paid him through university, shaming me for not knowing about Brecht and Dostoyevsky.
“And now he’s doing well, and never forgets to mention his ignorant provincial mum and dad who stifled his creativity by watching Millionare and eating chip barms. And how he tolerates us voting Tory because we don’t know any better.
“I suppose people love a rags-to-riches tale of a boy born into the extreme poverty of a three-bedroom house who goes on to become a social media manager in Penge.”
Barbara Logan said: “Though he never mentions that we’re swingers.”
