Tikey latest blog

[ericstoner]

Just read the bosses latest blog offer,outlining his first crack at poker live show.
All very interesting,as usual.the bit that really hit me was the paragraph when tony was ambleing home to the station,after the show,and he reminises about what his old dad would be thinking,whilst watching his boy, from upstairs.
Well I've just had the same moment,its ok you get like this when you get to our age and your old dad is long gone.
I wo'nt go into detail about what my dad would have seen me do, recently, regarding my private life,cept to say when I was an upstart teenager his favorite comment to me was
" you, know everything,but you know sweet bugger all"and of course he would never praise me for anything I did work wise,or in general.
Yet when he died, I was speaking to one of his fellow teachers, who he used to go for an after work drink with.
She said "your dad was very proud of you,and never stopped praising you every time we met"
funny our dads in those days,they just could'nt tell us!

[snoopy1239]

Yes, I noticed that comment too, and it's one that he's made a number of times before.

tikay obviously thinks that his father would be more than shocked by what he's been up to recently with all this poker lark.

[The_Ant]

Just read the blog, great stuff Tikay, just wish i had seen you on PNL.  Is it once a week?

[tikay]

Just read the blog, great stuff Tikay, just wish i had seen you on PNL.  Is it once a week?

Just for the Month of May, (which is the extent of my deal with them) every Wednesday night from 22.00 until 0200 Thursday, & it's repeated all day on the Thursday daytime.

Next week, all being well (i'e., unless they give me the tin tack first) I am with Mark Banin, the week after, Michelle, & my final gig will be with Barry Martin.

[tikay]

Just read the bosses latest blog offer,outlining his first crack at poker live show.
All very interesting,as usual.the bit that really hit me was the paragraph when tony was ambleing home to the station,after the show,and he reminises about what his old dad would be thinking,whilst watching his boy, from upstairs.
Well I've just had the same moment,its ok you get like this when you get to our age and your old dad is long gone.
I wo'nt go into detail about what my dad would have seen me do, recently, regarding my private life,cept to say when I was an upstart teenager his favorite comment to me was
" you, know everything,but you know sweet bugger all"and of course he would never praise me for anything I did work wise,or in general.
Yet when he died, I was speaking to one of his fellow teachers, who he used to go for an after work drink with.
She said "your dad was very proud of you,and never stopped praising you every time we met"
funny our dads in those days,they just could'nt tell us!

Thanks Brendan.

This may just help those who have lost their Mums or Dads recently.

My Dad was very special indeed to me particularly in the rather torrid upbringing I had, especially with my Step-Mum. So he was my Dad, Brother, & best mate.

We shared & talked about everything, every day. No different, I guess, from most Father/Son relationships. More than anything, he wanted me to "do well" in whatever I did. And he impressed certan things upon me - politeness, good manners, clean shoes, deference, da de da de da.

All Dad's pass on eventually, they just do, but when my Dad passed away, just shy of 60, I was devestasted. My mate had left me. For 2 years, I was distraught, as any Son would be. I left home (I lived in the parental home) & have lived alone ever since, as it happens. For those 2 years, no words from kind peeps could comfort me.

Then, quite suddenly, one day I found mysef "talking" to him. Just as if he was still here. We have talked almost everyday since. When I do bad things, he disapproves, good things, he says well done Tony, & when I had a young lady on my arm, as I used to once upon a time, he'd say "that's my boy". All from "upstairs".

So, with all the quite extraordinary things that have happened to me since I retired, he's well proud. Which explains why, after I left the PNL Studio on foot that night, bound for the Gutshot, I ended up walking through London for 4 hours, as happy as Larry. Me & Dad were chatting, & he was well proud. "You did TWO TV shows in one day Son - wow".

Pleasing Dad, & making him proud. Nothing else matters.

To those that have lost a Mum or Dad recently - & I can think of a blonde or two in that spot - I hope that helps.

[Mr F]

My dad died at the age of 47 when I was nine.  He'd been ill for three years with Motor Neurone Disease.  It didn't really hit me until I moved to Secondary School and puberty, loads of changes going on with no-one to turn to really.  Over the years I dealt with it as best I could and came to terms with it.

To be honest I didn't know him well enough to miss John Fearn as a person, but I missed having a dad.  I didn't have someone to take me through the important stuff, driving, my first pint, advice etc.  I had mates who I could turn to but I did feel like I was missing out. 

As my younger brother got older I vowed that I would always be there for him to make up for what I had missed out on.  A few years back I realised that no matter what I had missed out on, I had managed to get through everything and turned out ok, and that wherever he is, whatever he may be doing my Dad will always be proud of me for that.  As it turned out I ended up meeting a load of his old refereeing friends when I took the course.  I learnt a lot about him as a person, and you know what, we're pretty alike.

Yet when he died, I was speaking to one of his fellow teachers, who he used to go for an after work drink with.
She said "your dad was very proud of you,and never stopped praising you every time we met"
funny our dads in those days,they just could'nt tell us!

In all of this I haven't mentioned my mum.  We have always had a difficult relationship.  I love her very much, how she bought up two teenaage lads on her own I will never know.  But I never felt that she saw the good parts in me the way everyone else did.  She always seemed to pick out the negative, when i said I wanted to be a Social Worker (many moons ago) she wondered why I didn't want to get into IT cos that's where the mnoney is.  Whenever Id id something good, she'd always find something to worry about.  But that's just her way.  After pointing this out to one of her friends a while back, I was put firmly back in my place and told never to think that and that my mum is really proud of me no matter what I think!! 

So I guess Mums can't tell us either!