Dick.

At a party, yesterday, the Stapo Semi Annual New Year Day Bash.

The Stapos belong to The Princess, them being her Bestest Auntie and Uncle.

The Debs Ball Daughter belongs to them,too, as well as The Princess, as they are cousins.

As are all the kids with the blue eyes, from the other day.

As are most of the lads in the Balto Rocks blip, from just before then.

None of whom, by Parental Decree, I'm allowed to blip anymore.

Not even the backs of their darlin heads.

There are Perverts on the Net, seemingly.

There are fucking perverts, convicted perverts, sheltered in a place not more than two miles from where this picture was taken, not behind bars, but in a retirement home for those surplice to requirements.

Bitch over, but not forgotten.

So, this is Dick, the only kind of Father I have time for, apart from Ted, Dougal and Jack.

He knew my parents before I ever did, and made my eyes water last night, recalling an occasion, in the forties, when he escorted my (then unmarried) mother to a Farmers Dance when her current beau couldnt make it.

He had great time for Alice, he told me, but reckoned she married a bowsie, too fond of the stout.

Dick is 88 summers old, and sometimes forgets who he is talking to.

That stoutbibbing bowsie was, of course, my father.

Same time next year, Dick?