My Dad looks a lot like Phil Collins, at least he does to me. Maybe it’s to do with the lack of a father figure in my formative years, yet I did have a copy of ‘No Jacket Required’
But more to do with the fact that my dad’s hair is thinning at the front, and he is called Phil.
I’d never really noticed the thinning hair, but on Saturday, whilst supping the disastrous pint I noticed that he is in fact going quite sparse on the hair front.
I’d never worried about losing my hair until this week. I’ve always had a full head of thick hair, in fact, I’ve got fucking loads of it/
But, in the lift at work that made me realise i was fat, I noticed that the back of my head, the spot where people go bald was looking a little, well, thin.
I pretty much dimissed it, I say thin, it’s not. Just not as thick as the rest of it.
But now I see Phil Collins sat in front of me and I think, he’s only about twenty years older than me, does this mean that I am powerless into the descent of baldywaldy land?
On the other hand, my dad can’t grow a beard. I fucking can.
I am better than him.