My dad is a world renowned sweetheart. Perhaps not ‘world renowned’, but certainly honored amongst my friends. It could be because at the end of each text he sends me he signs off with: “luv farv xx”; is it the endearing and deliberate misspelling of the word father? Or the fact that he expresses his love in such a captivating way, which can only be illustrated through the means of a text?
It could be his cheeky, cockney twang that becomes so much more pronounced when he is around any member of his family, or my friends.
It could be his insistence on ironing every item of his clothing, including jeans. This does mean, however, that if you leave your ironing in the hands of my dad, you will end up with an ironed seam down all of your trousers, sometimes even your tracksuit bottoms, even once a pair of leggings was subject to the leg crease…
It could be that he was so excited on receiving his first ever pair of trainers, 6 months ago, that he hasn’t yet worn any other form of footwear, bar slippers.
But alas, I don’t think it is any of these that really make my dad the ultimate sweetheart, an idol amongst my friends, and what their dads strive to one day become. I think the reason that my friends and I love him so much, is that he has an uncanny resemblance to a few familiar faces from past and present. We’ll do a run down:
This has got to be the dead ringer. Remember that scene in the film Hook where all the lost boys didn’t remember it was Peter grown old, so they took off his glasses and started squishing his face, and then they realised that through squishing his face a bit that you could totally and 100% tell that this was the original very young boy who definitely looked like a younger version of this man in front of them right now, yeah right….
Yeah me and my sister used to do that ALL the freakin' time. I'm surprised he didn't get super annoyed of us doing it. In hindsight he almost definitely probably did, maybe.
This is where the cockney comes into play, with catchphrases like “You absolute plonker!” etc. My dad is a sucker for a geezer who wears a cheese cutter and still lives with his dad. He’d like to live like Del Boy. The only trouble is, my dad originally wanted to be an actor. Being the same age, height, weight and twin of David Jason, I think he might have struggled for work.
I’d like to also mention how happy and encouraged I feel every time I look at this picture and am thankful for the direct good luck wishes from David to me. Thanks Mr. Jason, you stay classy!
You know, the more I see this one, the more I think my friends use it as a joke… because of his rather prominent fluffy white hair, which is comparable to clouds. He doesn’t even wear glasses. Or a bow tie. And he isn’t balding…
Yeah I don’t like that last one, but it’s a common parallel. Basically my dad’s lovely. A gentleman, and a bit of a cheeky chappy. Luv you pa.