Where do I start?
No massive lol's here I'm afraid. But I will regale. The following might bore but after the first 25 years of not 'getting' him (I'm now 36) I could cuddle the man to death. Big love to my Dad.

Taking me to Bisley with his new pride and joy 9mm Berretta (we were sports shooting fans that got fucked up by people that like to rampage, thanks). Did £100 in ammo in 30 minutes. Then moved on to the Browning .22 with the gold plated trigger. Another £100. Some people might not get this, but as a kid allowed to do that...? We bonded tight.

Made me a car garage playmobile out of chipboard and car stickers. It might not have been fresh from the packet real 'plastic' car kit, but meant a hell of a lot to me.

A purple rocket that was 'kid size' , made of cardboard and spray painted, big enough for me to run round pretending I was Orion (x).

Let me climb all over him when he got straight home from work and fuck about pinching him all over, even though now with a son myself I appreciate my son NOT DOING THAT! :)

Has lent me money ever since, including £1000 for my first sampler (AKAI S950, age 14) that I paid him back for in 6 weeks (worked hard didn't pay tax then)? More cash that I have paid back without fail ever since?

Thanks for talking him into it Mum! xx

Mums/Dads. Awesome. Got to love them.

EDIT: Yes I have been lucky.
( DeadEyeDick, Fri 26 Nov 2010, 1:46, 2 replies)

Dads
who like guns are brilliant. Mine didn't, but still was good enough to accompany me and my brother out rough shooting, because we were minors, even if he did mysteriously manage to "accidentally" frighten off every single rabbit or pigeon just before the trigger was pulled. That's a good Dad for you, freezing fucking cold, in a field, at dawn, trying to look enthusiastic, even though he'd rather be in bed. I'd just tell the kids to fuck off.
(Rsoles, Fri 26 Nov 2010, 10:45, closed)

Pffft
purple rocket!
( Undercovercarrot got done for gross misconduct on..., Mon 29 Nov 2010, 15:46, closed)