So I thought I'd check in to make sure there were no hideous photos of myself as a teenager; thankfully I was a shy kid (I like to think I had an air of mystery about me), stayed away from the limelight and as a result only one newspaper clipping featuring yours truly at an '80s school charity event has seen the light of the social networking day. And fortunately I was sporting my shoulder length bob and not my first unsupervised trip to the hairdressers hairdo that resulted in my lovely locks being shorn off. And I mean completed shorn off. It was a Friday after school in 1985, I wanted a spiky top with long back and sides (I know, I know), I was 12 and had a school disco to attend in the evening. Clearly I didn't explain my dream do very well and remember feeling a twinge of panic when the stylist asked me a couple of times if I was sure it was what I wanted before she proceeded to hack away at my barnet. I was too shy and it was too late to say STOP! once half of my head had been stripped of hair. I sat in muted horror as she cropped it close to the skull. After showing me the back of my
And what happened a few days later?
I get a text from my sister telling me there is a rather retro photo of our dad, Den the Don (he is the head of a very vast family), on the group!
I couldn't wait to see it. There aren't many photos of my parents from days of yore so I scrambled onto the site to see our dad. He was mid 40s when I came along so I love to see photos of a younger him. He is pictured in a pub called the Grotto (which incidentally is no longer in existence) with his work colleagues, and he is the dashing fellow on the far left. It was taken circa 1970 - 42 years ago when he was, in fact, 42.
Check out the full head of hair! Check out the skinny tie and dapper suit! Check out the crafty fag cupped in hand! He reminds me of the chap in The Prisoner! To think he has a brood of six children waiting for him at home with me a mere twinkle in his eye; he doesn't look old enough.
It was lovely showing him the photo on the laptop and I think he enjoyed the trip down memory lane. We all had a joke about him being on Facebook and I think my sisters and I shed an inward tear as we love our dad to pieces and wish he didn't have to age. He's still a handsome, impeccably turned out chap.
And he is always there for us, no matter what. He's always put his family before himself. That's why he's a legend.
Dad, I salute you.