Comedy
Jack tells me how his dad was killed on a train in a freak accident. He was 2.75 years old and doesn’t remember his dad at all. However, his family on both sides have made sure he feels his Kiwi heritage as well as his Irish Heritage. We ruminate on how much of ‘us’ is nature and how much is nurtured. Jack tells me what it is like to only have second hand memories of his father and also what a sterling job his Grandad did of becoming his dad. We chat about immaturity, about what makes a good dad and also touch on a cursed garage not far from where we live…