Back in the day when I was a young bloke I had a pirate fetish. I’d run around the house with an eye patch and sword yelling ‘Render ye treasure chest or cast ye legs on the plank!’ My father played into all of my little gimmicks pretending to be a poor scallywag or sea monster (my personal favourite) among many others.
One tale in particular sticks out the most. My father came home from work and I immediately charged, hook in hand, yelling ‘Make yer mark, arrrgh, unleash ye treasures!‘ Pretending to be afraid he said ‘Shiver me timbers!’ dropped a bag of candy on the floor then said ‘Take it all!’ Still in character, I shouted for joy ‘This be pleasin’ to me eye!’ It was a quarter of all of my favourite candies.
I see it only appropriate to send him a ‘token’ of my thanks this Father’s Day by sending him a ‘Great Dad’ Father’s Day Feast! resembling a wood treasure chest by A Quarter Of.
Today I still have that fetish, but it is a bit different. And "wood" and "chest" have clearly taken on a new meaning. This is beside the point.
Buy your old dad a box at www.AQuarter Of.co.uk
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