My Dad. What a piece of work he is.

Exactly 6ft, broad, strong and a human joke book. He’s tough, in his prime he was even tougher, a force not to be messed with.

This man and I have a very unique relationship; we are more like two buddies than father and son. He tells me his sex stories and I listen. He tells people mine and people buy me balloons. And he encourages me to drink.

Even though he lives in Shipley and I live in Calverton, a good 45 minutes apart I still see him a couple of times a week. We will usually be in The Rodney at Southwell on a Thursday evening. Having a laugh.

However, he doesn’t think I should reunite with the one I once thought I would be with forever. He believes she tore me apart and doesn’t want me to get hurt that much again. But I will, like I said everything you have you lose.

But this guy still means a hell of a lot to me.