Don't you want me baby?

You were workig as a waitress in a cocktail bar ....

After a hearty supper, all a dad wants to do is put his feet up, smoke his pipe and read the Telegraph. Fat chance! Young Ms Farrow wants to bop all night to the League. Inhuman I call it!

Alll my fault of course. I should have never have introduced her to Soft Cell, Yazoo, Heaven 17, OMD and all those other fine 80s bands that I used to dance to.

But as the old saying goes: The synths of the fathers......