Robin Oakley

Second best

Impressing your children, even when they are film directors of 30-plus, isn’t easy

issue 20 January 2007

A punting friend at Kempton Park told me about the school class last week who were asked to stand up and talk about  what their fathers did for a living. The sons of bakers and binmen, stockbrokers and scaffolders all happily recounted their parents’ daily routines. But one little lad at the back refused to come forward. Finally, when pressed, he mumbled, ‘My Dad wears fishnet stockings and works as a male pole dancer in a sleazy night club.’

After class the teacher remonstrated, ‘Now come on, Johnny, that wasn’t the truth, was it? I’ve seen your Dad, the clothes he wears, the car he drives. He’d have been really embarrassed, wouldn’t he, to hear you make up something like that.’ Came the reply: ‘Not nearly as embarrassed as I’d have been, Miss, having to tell the class he’s an England Test cricketer.’ 

Impressing your children, even when they are film directors of 30-plus, isn’t easy.

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