Drunk dad part 3.
Last one unless my mum can remember anymore.

One evening my mum got a phonecall from the Kenwood club (a shithole where the workers drink which has since been turned into a block of flats) saying her husband was a little worse for wear and could she come and pick him up.

We got there in our clapped out Land Rover to find my dad sitting in a chair staring into space. I seem to recall some Brandy being involved. Being young I have few memories of this night.

1)Us sitting in the club watching Telly Addicts while my mum yelled at people. Everytime I got a question right my dad would turn to me with one eye half open and say "Thass....thasss masin. How you know the an....ansarrrr to thisss?"

2) My mum trying to get his crappy old bike into the back of the Land Rover but not managing to get the straps down, my dad attempting to help until my mum got so irate she told him he could pick up his bike the next day.

3) Dad constantly asking me "eerreee you ok? How you knows the ansuuurs to Telly A-A...this programme?" while I was sat on one of the benches in the back, worried my dad had gone insane.

4) Finally getting home where my dad burst into tears saying "help me...help meeeee" where my mum called him a drunken old bastard, promptly went to bed and left him in the front room watching The Bill with tears pouring down his cheeks. I watched him for about half an hour then went to bed myself.

Now I come to think about it he might have been a bit of a piss-artist. I like to think I'm making him proud by doing the same.

Length? My dad was a drinking legend, it had to be done.
(chakaflange, Sun 23 Dec 2007, 18:51, Reply)