I have a pretty good relationship with my dad. He nearly died last year - the doctors called him Lazarus when he checked out.
He left school when he was 12 to work in a factory and, when adulthood arrived, became an active trade unionist and an inactive communist (except at home).
Since I left the UK he's become a lot more expressive and emotional about our relationship which breaks my heart a bit because I wish it had happened sooner and because my brothers, who never left the UK, have probably never had that.
He taught me to never trust "the truth". Not the papers or the TV or the radio or anything. He taught me that the wealthier people were the more likely they were lying and the more educated they were, the more likely they were bullshitting.
If I teach my kids anything it will be that.
There you go - the most heartfelt and honest post you'll ever get from me.
Not least because I'm now wealthy and well-educated - an irony not lost on my father.