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  • When I remember my childhood, my dad is blur, and not just because of the divorce.
    He was a bit like the "Hokey-Cokey"; in, out, in out.
    That's what its all about, being a city stock broker.

    And when he was in, he could be found on the sofa,
    watching the news,
    with a glass, hmmm make that bottle, of red wine by his side,
    with a pulsing force-field around him,
    my brother and I quickly learnt that this was not meant to be broken.

    He is a very hard man to please. He has very high standards.
    My brother meets these, with ease.
    I always strive to make him proud and always feel that I just fall short.
    But I keep trying.

    I'm currently working on my third art exhibition. A collection of portraits.
    I finished my father's today, while watching yesterday's "This Morning" on itvplayer.
    I was pleased with my achievement.
    But now I have his dark and distant face, judging,
    and looming on my chest of drawers.
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