I would like to have liked
my dad a lot more than I did.
We could have been fine
if we'd made the time
to respect our differences.
But always the final straw,
on which I always tripped
-going headlong-
was his clear, but unstated, belief
that World Of Sport was his idea
of costume drama. Between him
and the programme being on every week
I could not help but submit to family values
as if they were wrestling moves,
which in turn became Gordian knots
-beyond our collective understanding.
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