If I may be totally self-indulgent and serious here for a moment, here's a photo of me and my Dad, Pete, from back in 1984. I think this pic was taken at the Beaulieu Motor Museum when we were on holiday down in Bournemouth. It's not a great quality photo but I like it because I've got very few photos of me and Pete together.
( Yes, I called him "Pete", not "Dad". I don't know why, really. It was just always that way. I don't think it's anything to do with the fact I was adopted - I certainly never called my Mum "Marlene" - it's just one of those peculiar, specific quirks that I suppose all families have and don't really think about, but look strange from the outside. )
Pete would have been 81 today which is impossible for me to imagine as he was only 64 when we lost him. I don't really want to go into a lot of detail here ( it's boring for other people and saddening for me ) but I'd just like to say that he was a lovely bloke, a fantastic father and husband, a genuine, salt-of-the-earth character... and we all love and miss him.
Anyway, thanks for indulging me, people of the Blogosphere, and I hope you'll understand why I've interrupted this usually frivolous blog for something a bit more personal.
I'll leave you with some of Pete's favourite music ( and mine too! ) from Glenn Miller...