I generally avoid highly topical subjects on here because they’re already getting overkill coverage elsewhere, but a revelation in the news this week has caused me to totally rethink something. I’m going to have to amend my ‘Fantasy Dads’ list.
I must make it clear that there isn’t anything awful about my real dad; he’s a good-hearted man and really rather quaint, it’s just that he lives on another planet. To be honest, I’ve come to think over recent years that he actually has a mild degree of Asperger’s Syndrome (he's that 'mathematical genius who couldn't boil an egg' type) so it’s not his fault that he forgets my birthday and moved house without passing on his ‘phone number. I’ve even had reason to question if he really is my biological father – but that’s another story for another time. Maybe.
Anyway, without wishing to do him too much of a disservice, his lack of involvement in my life left a void and it had to be filled.... with fantasy dads. Dads who’d inspire, offer words of wisdom, be creative, make me laugh and perhaps lend me £10k now and then. And I was quite happy with my list of perceived paternal greatness, which has remained unchanged for some years. Here’s how it goes, in no particular order:
and then there was….
...a certain Australian entertainer, artist and animal lover.
Ron Wood: old enough to be my dad ;-)