agentblack

It's Christmas soon, So I'll pass on some of the wisdom my dad imparted to me when i was a young boy, that made a real impression on me.

(Note: This is good advice, like how to make a campfire, not bad advice, like how to do a handbrake turn.)

When I was young, he had come back from some sort of social event of some description - This was when I was of the age when young boys have the faint suspicion/fervent hope that theit dad is a spy.

"What was it like?" I asked him.

"S'alright." Dad shrugged "We had a bit of a wanker on our table, but it was ok."

"Couldn't you have gone to a different table?" Or shot him through the eye with your silenced pistol? I thought, but I kept that to myself.

"Nah... there's always a wanker on every table." He fixed his eye on me, to hold my attention. I found myself wondering if Dad had every broken a russians neck on the rooftop of a casino. "And the thing to remember is, if there isn't one, then you're the wanker."

SAGE ADVICE.