My father, David Thomas Weir, was born on 3rd July 1934 to parent's James and Margaret Weir in Glasgow. He attended school in Glasgow and then began a career in sales and management. He later joined Berol Ltd, a company that provided schools with all their stationary supplies. As well as working, Dad was kept busy in his role of Choir Master and Organist at the local Methodist Church. He met my Mum Jean, when she auditioned for role of soprano; he thought she had "great potential" so much so they were married on 27th June 1959. I was born on the 14th May 1965 in Glasgow, where we lived until we moved to Ayr on the West Coast of Scotland, where in 1967 my sister Fiona was born. In 1968 we moved to Yorkshire, whilst there my parents developed their love of music and started working in local cabaret clubs, Mum the singer and Dad accompanying on the organ. They were quite the local celebrities! I have very fond memories of Saturday nights, the microphone stand and speakers at the bottom of the stairs, ready to be put in the car, Mum a vision in sequins, curling her false eyelashes round a pencil... yes.. a Berol Pencil!! It was like growing up with Captain and Tennille! In fact years later at a school reunion a former classmate told me that she had always wanted my parents instead of hers as mine were "so exotic"!! Dad did try and develop my vocal skills by entering me in local talent competitions, but unfortunately I had no talent to develop! We lived happily in Yorkshire until 1983 and then moved to Kings Lynn in Norfolk. Dad retired from Berol after 30 years. Soon after retiring we gave him a video camera as a 60th birthday gift. He began making "movies" all based on the James Bond films, but starring 'Jock Bond 007 and a half'. Jock was played by Dad and his acting can only be described as a "little wooden". He was passionate about his film-making, persuading all the family and close friends into acting roles. Mum and Dad traveled the country to film on location. I was asked many times to appear, but I preferred to remain behind the camera. This hobby developed so much that Dad formed a company and named it 'Kilty Films'. He even held premier nights,proudly showing off his latest production. On March 17th 1997, the morning after one of these premiers, Dad died suddenly, in Scotland aged 62. Dad had been diagnosed with diabetes when he was 27, but this was not his cause of death. Dad was a loving husband to Mum and a doting father to Fiona and myself. Although no longer with us, all of his advice (and there was lots of it!!) has stayed with me and helped me in so many ways. Thanks Dad... for everything! Your loving Daughter, Lorna