Ok, cards on the table. This reminded me of that “Nizlopi” song about the JCB. Remember it? It’s about an adoring young lad who rides every day with his dad and relishes each journey. Here, there is no tractor but still a dad who picks his son up from school then it’s either the barbers or a game of football in the park before he goes home for his bangers and mash, or a fish supper on a Friday. What’s clear is that his father isn’t maybe as broad-minded as we might have liked, and so as the lad grows to manhood he becomes a chip off the old block, and it’s not an old block of which he might…