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Even at an early age large sums of money had to change hands before either my sister or myself were prepared to smile for the camera. Ian, on the other hand, always had an inane grin on his self-satisfied physog. He obviously knew something that we didn't.

    Castle Donington racetrack in the East Midlands with the Robbo Clan on a fun day out learning to hurl themselves at great speed around the tarmac. It's not often that you see the words 'Robbo Clan' and 'fun' in the same sentence.

What a lovely, cute little boy. The one on the right that is. Me, of course, with my elder bruv Ian on the left and our late paternal grandfather wishing that we would go away.

1973 & Daddy Robbo is pictured with his first car - a Triumph Herald. Also pictured is his first girlfriend but we'd better not dwell on that!

    Having fun in an old graveyard. Sorry, but there wasn't a lot else to do on a wet Sunday afternoon in Motherwell in those days. Daddy Robbo's the one peering over the gravestone. Little did we know then that our sacrilege would result in us all being cursed forever more. Yes, that's right, we all ended up getting married - tae wimmin! 

Grim School photographs (Can't smile, won't smile)

                      1960 ish             1969              1970               1971

ROBBO FACT

In 1997 the current Lady Robbo, in a bit of a flounce, moved herself and all of her staff permanently into the West Wing of Robbo Towers after Lord Robbo retired to the marital bed one particularly hot & humid summer’s night without first donning the required 2 layers of jimjams. She refuses to return until suitable precautions are reinstated.

alltheclan at therobboclan.com