Happy Daddy Day!

I’ll use any opportunity to bust out a photo from the family album, here’s one of me and my dad on my first bike, this must be Christmas ’84 or ’85. In the background you can see my precious yapping, backflippin’ dog, Walter.

I didn’t speak to my father for a few years through the dark dark days, my brain was all a mess and it wasn’t until my nan was on her death bed that we patched things up, I really fucked up there and left it too late really.

So today don’t let any of that family history bullshit get in the way and get things fixed if they need fixing.