Hereditary traits can be passed on so strongly. And then sometimes not at all.Take my daughter Jessie. In some ways she’s the spitting image of her Dear Dad: She’s kind, she’s funny, she’s thoughtful, she can crack me up with some of her observations on life. I love the way she teases me – gentleContinue reading “Genetics”
My old man has very little interest in his own birthday and has maybe remembered about 10% of my birthdays, and those with the old lady’s prodding. He also has remembered ZERO percent of my kids’ birthdays (they’re both 11 December, he’s 15 December). So for his latest birthday I was away out of cellphoneContinue reading “Miffed”
The one is still fully original: The other has had various titanium and plastic parts fitted, and electronic, leather and wooden accessories attached*. Both were seen at LindiLou’s Tarr Roses Open Day. . *Titanium knee, plastic knee, titanium specs, plastic spec lenses, plastic lens implants, electronic hearing aids, leather hat & shoes, wooden walking stick.
For You Guys When I’m Not Around Like, if I was on an island in the Okavango Delta sipping champagne out of cellphone reach and you can’t ask me for advice or money?* Then read this . . . Love – I love you guys more than you’ll ever know. And I’m very very proudContinue reading “For You Guys When I’m Not Around”
Snoozing on Tommy’s bed tonight he lies down and puts his head on my stomach, disturbing me with the racket coming from his Blackberry. Dad, listen to this rap: It’s 2 Chainz, he’s cool, huh? All I can hear is a string of chanted F-words. Dad, he says, taking a picture of my face fromContinue reading “I Get A Bum Rap”
Absolutely not, I told Aitch. Forget it. I’ll pull a hamstring, I told her. NO WAY. So I line up for the Dad’s 100m race at Livingstone Primary School. Me and twenty other Dad’s half my age. I’m wearing long pants, long-sleeve shirt and a tie. I’ve removed my leather shoes. Typical delusion of justContinue reading “The Hamstring Hop”