There is not much known about Donald (sitting closest to the camera), though my recent visit to a family member uncovered some new information.

A man who carried his demons with him, he had nothing to his name and spent most of time drinking and in and out of prison and mental health institutions. Despite this, it is said he loved his children and enjoyed singing the song Crocodile Shoes to them. He always wore leather jackets and liked to cut the sleeves off them, and always combed back his hair with brylcreem.

Donald's complaints of chest pain whilst serving his prison sentence went ignored. He died of a heart attack in 1976.

Edit: Merry Christmas to everyone! Today being the big day, I just wanted to let the memories of Don live on a little longer.