Coming down to London from yet another long residency period in the Scottish granite city of Aberdeen, I met my parents a Friday night in New Eltham, 20 minutes west of Kings Cross, where the Simms family were hosting me and my parents.(Even if my mothers annual christmas card is the only contact with them these days, I consider them old friends of mine since a few turns for William Pleeth in the early 90’s.) Using cricket as a completely non-understandable subject, the John Cleese look-a-like, Don, took good care …