“Why can’t you like Brotherhood of Man?” Dad asks me. “They’re British!”
I have no answer and would not dare argue if I did. Only later will I remember his albums by Frank Sinatra and James Last.
He turns on the television news. There’s turmoil in America, a bombing in the Middle East, and a UK car plant closing - like the one where Dad works.
A new Abba album is coming soon. Asking for a British Christmas present holds no appeal. He knows my teenage devotion is unassailable, so I fancy my chances.