 Rwy'n gwybod i'r dad Charlie Bronson, Britten's most punished prisoner, 46 years he's been in prison, I think he's been free just over 100 days. Is this where the relationship started when your dad seen uni TV? How did that come about George? It was watching this programme on Channel 4 confessions with a paparazzi and he saw my name George Bambi and at the time I was like 46. And he was like George Bambi. Pretty unusual name, innit? And who I thought was my real dad, who was on my birth certificate, his name was George Bambi. And I went to see, Paula got in touch with me, Paula Salvador, when my old man married and said Charles Bronson wants to see you in prison. So I was like, Charles Bronson is in my prison. Did you think you'd done something wrong? I didn't know what my arse was talking about, I was like fuck, you know what does he want? So that was it, so I was sort of a mixture of excitement, a bit puzzled, blah blah blah. So this is what it means to come and see him. It took like six to eight months to get on the approved list, to be able to visit him because he's such a high category. He's classed as in the top eight most dangerous prisoners in the country. Well, he is the most dangerous prisoner in the country. So you go through this six to eight month rigmarole of getting in and the prison service got in touch with me and I filled the forms in and all that. And I was approved in 48 hours and I was like, okay, that's a bit weird. So I went to see him and I went to see me Paula the first time and I walked in and he just like, where was it? It was at Wakefield in the cage he was in in Wakefield a few years ago. And I walked in and they took me through all these metal detectors, all these machines, fucking ira and the scans, fingerprints scans through all these doors. You know, they did everything apart from crawl up my arse to see what I had on me. I mean literally it is like Heathrow Airport times a hundred, you know what I mean, which you can understand. So anyway, I was shitting myself. I had to walk all through the prison or passed all the wings and all that outside all the exercise yards. And in Wakefield it's a prison inside the prison on the other side of the prison. And it's a special unit, the CSE unit, the Close Supervision Centre. So I went in and they've opened this fucking massive gate and I'm like shitting myself. I can hear these, I can hear Charlie going, what the fuck is going on? Fucking five plus fucking two and he's not here. What the fuck? I'm going to fucking knock someone out in a minute. He's given it all this, I was like fucking hell. So as I walked through this gate there was an exercise yard on the left and I looked over and there's this massive bloke about seven foot. Honestly it was massive, beard and all that. Like looked really empty in his eyes. Anyway they took me down this thing and then turned left and there's a cage there. And we went into this room and there's all these bars and shit. And Charlie was in there and he was stood upside down doing a headstand singing, Please release me, let me go. And I was like, so I've walked in and I thought fucking hell this is a bit bizarre. So we walked in and he's finished off doing his song and when he's finished he's just done a backflip, jumped up and gone, Hello Georgie, is that nice to meet yet? He's put his hands through the bar and he's shut my hands and I thought fucking hell do I grab his hand? What happens if he pulls me in? What do I do? Because you talk behind it, you know what I mean? Yeah, well it is, that's what it's like, that's what it's like. So when we went in the door shut behind me and as the door shut behind me there's a massive big round bulletproof glass thing on the door. So he's pulled me in so we're talking away. And then he's just got chatting and all this. And he says and he told me your dad was a very good friend of mine. And I was like, how do you know me dad? And he went George Bambi and on my birth certificate says George Bambi and his occupation was turf accountant. He ran a bookmakers and basically cut a long story short. What happened was with the visits he said to me that when my dad was running his bookmakers office, he owed a load of gangsters some money and he was in the shit. So because he owed him this money, him and Charlie, the arrangements for Charlie to go in and rob the bookies. So Charlie went in with a fucking shooter and said, right give me all your money. Got away with like three or four grand and then him and George Bambi shared the money. Who I thought was my real dad. George Bambi disappeared over to Spain with his money and left me mum. Wasn't with her anymore. Then what happened was just after that, Charlie obviously had a bit of a thing going with me mum. He met her at some club in Ellesmere Port. She got pregnant and then obviously few months after whatever happened, happened, George Bambi came back from Spain, came back from Spain and me mum was pregnant and she's like, we're having a baby. And at the time Charlie was in loads of trouble. He was always fucking in trouble with the police during robberies and all this shit. So she thought she'd have a better life with George Bambi. So she told him that I was his son who was pregnant and that was it. And then he moved back in with her. They were together for about six or seven months and then Charlie ended up getting sent to prison for seven years. George Bambi ended up fucking off and she was on her own anyway. So how was that experience then coming from basically when you're 12 years old growing up yourself, not really knowing who your real dad was to then having the life that you've had as a photographer, your own TV show, for then Charlie Bronson to send a message out and say, he's your dad. What the fuck were you thinking? I don't know, it was all a bit fucking mad to be honest. I mean, I've been brought up all my life looking after myself and being in kid zones and all the rest of it. I've never really had any parents, never really bothered about them, never been asked. And that was it. And then when I started meeting up with my dad, we started talking and then he started sending me photographs of my mum and my auntie and friends and telling me stories and saying, Lord, do you remember this scar on the back of your mum's hand? She had a scar on the back of her hand there and apparently she was in a pub one night and she was pissed and she wanted someone to drink and she had a bet with someone. She couldn't put a cigar out on the back of her hand for a fiver and she wanted some money for beer so she put this cigar out on the back of her hand and she got a big scar on the back of her hand. No one would have ever known about that. There's loads of other different things that he told me that he didn't know about, that I didn't know about, that I've since checked with other family members that have confirmed what was going on. So, yes, and that was it. And then there was loads of shit. I've had loads of fucking trolls on the internet and loads of people saying, he's not your dad, you're full of shit, you're fucking into PR, you do stuff with the papers, it's all the bullshit. It's a marketing exercise, it's a PR scam and all this shit. It's not. I'm not going around telling everyone my dad's fucking Charles Bronson. Are you speaking the devil? He's ringing. Shall I answer it? Yeah. I'm going to give him a bell, have a chat. Hello! I'm all right dad, how are you doing all right? Yeah, I'm just sitting down over this chat with the mate James. James, yeah he's all right, yeah he's a nice lad. He knows, he's had a few chats with Paul Ferris and Dave Courtney and all that. Who else? Vic Dark. Do you know Vic Dark? How was you? Oh yeah, we were just talking then about how I found out I was your son. Yeah, well just saying to James, I don't really listen to any of this shit off anyone. We've had our DNA test done through the prison service, we know the cracks. I don't listen to that shit as you know. You weren't the only one. Yeah, now we're just having a little chat about it, that's all.