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I don't have one, so you'll just have to tell me.
And then he chased me around and shoved me about dads can be so bad x
* stayed in my room feeling really annoyed when I was trying to draw the characters for the RPG I was going to make because he wouldn't leave the house.
I snuck it into the shopping basket and Marks & Spencers and he was like 'uh, alright then'.
except he was more male
well, he talks politics while I listen and try to keep up.
Oh, and I cook for him
We did this last night.
I couldn't ride my friend Adam's bike, but then when we'd moved to Devon, Lauren from next door gave me her old bike and I could ride it, just like that.
(it was dark blue, it looked non-gender specific).
Going out on Caesar's Camp and collecting bits and bobs, spent ammunition from the firing ranges and that. Found a grenade once, that was pretty cool.
Going hare coursing as well out in the countryside. That was an eye-opener for a kid. Pretty fun though.
Proper working man's sport, way more graceful than fox hunting too.
So I get to go see any comic book film for free so that he has someone to go with cause he thinks he'd look like a weirdo by himself. Then my mum usually picks us up, it's great.
also: that's the best thing. maybe even.better than having written a book yourself.
a tiny picture of me is on the front cover of another book
debt advice is important, but not sure about readability. did your dad make it readable? is your dad the Alex Ross of debt advice?
'The Rest is Disposable Income: Paying Your Bills and that'
by [your dad].
so it's not really for the people who will read it but for those who will be helping poor people.
the other book is a psychology book, you wouldn't recognise me :)
it's to help poor people who are in debt
I work in debt advice
and go to his gigs and that. hes written a song about each of the four of us but i think mines the best one because it was the first one.
he also used to teach me about driving and cars and logical things and general knowledge stuff. i think he knows the answer to everything which is great and he is the perfect idol.
Now we watch football all the time together. Have dinner a lot, get buzzed on red wine as I play new music and force him to get into it. He's got great taste anyway, so we usually end up arguing over which Randy Newman song is the best. He's a big Kanye fan now. Then end up drunkenly playing darts. Love my ol fella, funniest guy I know.
and he got me into Warhammer just so that he could be into it. He tried to get me into Abba coz he loves Abba but that didnt work. My day's a pretty cool guy
does your dad?
i gave him all my models. He wrote a backstory for them about how they are all Christians and sent it to White Dwarf and they said they weren't going to print it but they enjoyed reading it
(I was playing football)
(not with my dad, obv.)
can't claim fatherless, but he's not been around since I was 5 and his interest in behaving like a father to me has been little to none, but that's ok. My Mum is phenomenal.
You deserve it!
also, hit him in the head with a hockey stick in a kmart and he chased me round
I think that's about it. He is one of my favourite persons in the world, but we have never done stuff beyond drinking whisky and working together.
Cause there wasn't no internet then.
(this sounds totally bitchy but I cannot find any other way to word it)
just like in all the kid's books.
(that's pretty cool, I wish I knew how to...that).
we did that every weekend. precious memories.
He'd let me pick stuff and then buy it for himself so I could listen to them. Also just listening to tunes in general. Formative experiences are rocking out to the Modern Lovers and learning how to sit still so the needle didn't jump on Fats Waller 78s.
He also taught me to wire plugs, service a car, hem a pair of trousers and build dry stone dykes. He still makes me hold the ladder when we work together though.
He gave me a 1960s childhood in the 1990s.
if I ever had to build a dyke, I'd have to google it. everyone would be rolling their eyes, tutting disapprovingly.
Dad: "You're ready to takeoff on your own. You got it, pal." To tower: "November 8-9 taxi takeoff on runway 1-9 Right."
So I rev the engine, release the brakes and the Piper Cub starts to pick up speed. Erm, as much as a Piper Cub can pick up speed. But I accidentally tapped the left brake and the plane swerved into the infield.
Tower: "Everything all right, November 8-9?!"
Dad to me: "OK, I got it." To tower: "Everything's fine."
Now we're in the air.
Dad: "OK, you're ready to learn how to land."
ROSCOE: Remember how we used to go fishing, Marlon, when you were but a pup
MARLON: Oh my yes I do remember shame we ne'er did catch the fish dad
ROSCOE: I suppose that is what you get for fishing inside condemned factories in the late of night son I suppose that is what you happen
MARLON: Also you get asbestos poisoning
ROSCOE: Oh good memory son of the asbestos poisoning remember they didn't think we would make it
MARLON: Har har yes the pleural plaques were hella cray BITCH I am glad we are having this talk after all that time we were estranged because I dont know what is my address
(ROSCOE walks in)
ROSCOE & MARLON: Hello Roscoe!
ROSCOE: Oh hi Marlon it is so awkward that your dad is named Roscoe too. What a putrid piece of shit you are I hate you so much and I wish you had died in that cows stomach you wankmaster
ROSCOE: Is he always like this sonny
MARLON: Is just banter dad like what they do on the internet
ROSCOE: Oh I see your generation is so confusing. Like the Inland Empire of generations
ROSCOE: I guess thats just the way. I dont get your generation like the Cold War whats up with that? why didnt the soldiers just put a coat on and shut up moaning the dickheads
MARLON: the rich tapestry of human existence weaved like a piece of corn dreamed by a lost soul on his way to Chipping Norton
ROSCOE: Where is your dad Roscoe it is fathers day after haul
ROSCOE: He's just coming in now frm the car
MARLON: Hello son put the kettle on Im parched like an assistant producer
ROSCOE: I dont believe weve been introduced Roscoe's dad
MARLON: Hello Marlon's dad I am Roscoe's dad my name is Marlon pleased to meeting you
MARLON & ROSCOE & ROSCOE & MARLON: AUGH THE KUNG-FUSION
(suddenly in bursts BARRY PRIMSALL with his dad BARRY PRIMSALL SR)
BARRY PRIMSALL SR: (grumbling) Why did we have to listen to all the rock and roll on the way here like U2 and Pink. They're the biggest cons in music right now mate crikey mate throw another shrimp on the barbie because if we've got to listen to more rock and roll con artists I at least want to be able to enjoy a nice bit of shrimp I mean struth
BARRY PRIMSALL: With all due respect mate there's more important news I have to announce to Roscoe and Marlon.
ROSCOE: What is it
BARRY PRIMSALL: There's someone outside. Someone who I think you'd like to meet. Mate.
**** TO BE CONTINUED ****
gripping stuff, though.
That's one of the only things I'm bitter about re: my childhood. That every time we went playing he'd just stand there doing kick-ups telling us how Bolton turned him down cos he was too small.
If I'd been raised going to Burnley / Stanley I think I'd be a much more miserable person than I am today. Thanks Dad!
Went to museums and libraries every weekend, went to watch the planes take off at the airport, made model planes afterwards, sat with headphones on a splitter whilst pausing popular songs to try and work out the lyrics together, went to music shops and looked at guitars, recorded fake duet albums where he'd mix my voice onto whatever album I loved at the time and I'd design the sleeve art. I've still got my Jason Donavan duet tape :)
I hadn't really had any formative experiences with my dad before he died when I was four, unless him dying counts, I don't really remember him at all :/
Means I'm possibly overcompensating with my children, though my boy thinks it's great when we both wear our Superman tshirts and my daughter wants to make a record with me, she's only six so that should be, er, fun...