The Da and me

On the occasion of his most recent Birthday

A clatter of years ago, the Belfast playwright of great repute and the name of Martin Lynch penned a crowd pleasing sidesplitter titled, "The History of the Troubles accordin' to my Da". I went along to the show (twice) and cried with laughter. Many would attribute this to the genius of Mr Lynch but I was reminded of the banter and craic in my own family home as I made the journey from my juvenile Belfast past.

My Ma and Da were both Belfast people with that sense of humour that is unique. I often heard my Da correct WD Flackes on Scene around Six and my Ma nod approvingly to satisfy his desire for recognition. He needed that approval then and in many respects likes to think he still warrants the same now, but without his number one fan for almost ten years, that has been unlikely. He still enjoys being heard and much of what he has to say is laugh out loud funny, although he might not realise it. I frequently find myself biting my tongue to avoid full scale rows, but from here on, for the next week or so, I am going to let you be the judge. You see, my Da and me are heading on holiday together and in an attempt to avoid the need for therapy on my return, I have decided to share some of his wise words of wisdom with you.

Therefore, as I pack my trainers and he packs his Moses sandals, I pack my jeans and he packs his slacks, I pack my fleece and he packs his Blazer, I dare you to keep abreast of our progress together, down in Spain! You may be my only alibi!