Dad, MK II
Let's see...

Dad says "I used to drink like a fish; spent an entire year, give or take, drunk." - this was in response to yet another morning being woken still completely plastered, going into my job. I shook my head.

"Never shall i become my father!"

But Dad joined the forces after leaving school. It wasn't really planned, it just sorta happened. This is what i'm doing now - only difference is i'm opting for officer selection, after my degree. It just, y'know, sorta happened...

Dad's previous girlfriend track record reads like my todo list. It seems i'm notching up the same types. Exactly the same types. Arab girls? Yep. Short, pretty brunettes? Yep. Irish chicks? Yep. Chicks who may turn out to ruin the space-time continuum by being my mum? Yep.

"I dig redhead chi... oh wait, you do too son?" - Bastard.

He has one-upmanship due to my inability not to ape his former actions.

The night i tripped balls on magic mushrooms? The look on his face wasn't "What a terrible thing, you awful drugged-up junkie!" it was "I know, i know... but seriously, i did it in Amsterdam with hookers and blow too."

Bastard.

The time i wrote a car off? "Yeah, don't worry - i did something similar. I was going way too fast too."

Bastard.

I don't want to be my father (Well, i respect the hell out of him really) but i am essentially a younger version.

*sigh*
(Schumann makes awesome quiches., Mon 4 May 2009, 1:44, Reply)