Everything came with a warning with my dad. He had the worst anxiety in the world of anyone I’ve ever met and was extremely risk-averse. I remember getting really excited about it snowing outside and my dad sat me on the bed and told me the story of a boy at his school who was blinded by a snowball. I was traumatised by that, and other endless horror stories.
My dad also had a massive ego. He was in this mod band called Relay. Instead of reading us bedtime stories he’d bring his guitar in and talk about the band. He once told us he wrote the song Tambourine Man. For years, whenever I heard it on the radio, I’d think: my fucking dad wrote this. I eventually challenged him on it. He said, “I never said I wrote that,” but he fucking well did.
