I went out with my Dad for some tea and lunch at Rolardor in Hamilton today. I've never appreciated someone as much as my Dad. As far as older folk go, he is the coolest person over the age of 50 I've ever met (sorry Robert Smith, I still love you I promise.) To be honest he probably is one of the coolest people ever. We talked about high school relationships, mental health and drugs, and I got to have the biggest rant of my life which I really needed to have. He said I could have had his old creepers if they didn't have holes in them, and recently I raided his wardrobe for old psychedelic shirts. He brings me home new Cd's, vinyl or DVDs (most recently 'high fidelity' which I loved- and might post about later). We go to concerts together, some people think that's kind of lame and not very good, and to those people I say 'fuck you'. We've been to Blonde Redhead, Arcade fire, New Order and a joy division 'unknown pleasures' tribute concert with Peter Hook (he's quite the dancer, and always throws me up into the air at concerts.) He brought me up listening to the Smiths and The Cure and Joy Division, and has always encouraged me to have my own opinions, to voice them and be an empowered and strong willed female. His degree is in Sociology, so he's always talking about the most interesting things and hasn't got a naive view of the world and teenagers like some parents. Really if I have half as much knowledge as he does when I'm older I'll be ecstatic.
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