Just another conversation with my father. (This is textbook stuff):
Dad: Peas. If there's one thing you need to remember: always remember names. Always.
Peas: Why hello Dad.
Dad: Now listen carefully.
Peas: Dad whose names did you mix up or forget?
Dad: No, no one's, but listen to your old Dad when he says it's imperative that you remember people's names...the disinclination to do so is...not a good thing.
Peas: Again, where's this lesson from? I need context.
Dad: Shit. Why, why didn't I remember the bloody NAME?
Peas: OK Dad remember when you drummed into my head that one time that I should 'never follow the sheep.' You know, always be myself?
Dad: ...yeah, ignore that one. This one is more important. Besides the old one got you into trouble at school. Which became my trouble.
Peas: Yeah, so, what about remembering people's names?
Dad: If I die Peas, if there's one thing you should always remember: remember their names. And quote Michael Caine who simply said, 'I was wrong. Next time I'll remember their names.'
Peas: He really said that.
Dad: Yes. Now. I need to go and rectify a situation.
This is when I enjoy him the most. Although this is an especially good example for my father's textbook. He is a very special dude. Special taken in both contexts of course.
So my colleagues and I are off to an orphanage this arvy. We're going to plant a veggie patch with them, kick a ball around and serve hot dogs. It might make me cry, but I think it's going to be an awesome afternoon.
I've put my footie-cum-gardening shoes on.