Originally Posted by
jocky
Atheist, father son relationships are always ambiguous and never straight forward. My son Jocky Junior the XV of that Ilk recently returned from a sojourn in the Highlands. Face flushed with triumph he told me he had bagged his first Munro, no not Iris Munro, you dirty lot, but the mighty Ben Macdui. I gently reminded him of the time I climbed the North face of the Eiger, without a rope and wearing only canvas shoes , sporran and bowler hat. The front door slammed really loudly and I could swear he called me a curmudgeon. :)