Father’s Day Special: To the Man Who Gave Me Life
Not all superheroes wear capes. Some wear cologne, have a playlist for every mood and abandon Manchester United for City like Judas...the usaliti!!!! I didn’t just get a father. I got a confidant , a co-conspirator in chaos, a walking jukebox, a lowkey movie critic, and yes, my official dunda buddy . You know how most people bond with their dads over fishing or fixing cars? Mine bonded with me over Thursday nights out. My dad in Black D, me in Rezorus. When the money ran low (and it always did), I’d cross the road to reload. The Movies!!! If it was worth watching, we watched it . Not later. Not pirated. At the theatre. We took cinema seriously, commentary ready, sometimes even rewatching the good ones because, "A good film deserves a proper second viewing" In my dad’s words From sports (which I watched because of my dad) to drama series(which he watched because of me)we debated sport twists like seasoned critics (well, in real sense the sports editor, m...