It is funny the things that you see that really tug at your heart strings, even when your a battered old lonely man. I was in my local today when a father and son walked in, both carrying their own pool cues, the son was around the same age as my son although the dad was somewhat older than me. Dad brought a pint of Guiness and a bottle of cheap cola for his son and the two of them sat down to watch the football.
In the three pints that dad had there was barely a dozen words exchanged, there were no debates and both looked comfortable with this arrangement. You may consider it inappropriate to take your son on a pub tour playing pool, may question whether a boy of that age wanted to be in the pub with his dad or whether he was too old for the bargain basement cola but that’s because you weren’t there.
What I saw was marvellous, no cell phone to kill the time, no games console just that quiet comfort a young boy gets from learning the ropes. Was great to see that the lad had no issues with 50 pence cola, no issues with dads smoke breaks he just wanted to absorb that all empowering thing that is dad. I hope that dad realised the fragile and precious nature of the mini me relationship and I trust the son does to because that is what life is all about. Hey miss ya kids . . .