Dads.

I, very luckily, have a super awesome Dad. I inherited his love of red wine, bandy legs, taste for chilli and pickled onions, and never-give-up argumentative streak. Actually, I inherited a whole lot more than that; I'm essentially mini-me. Obvious differences aside, of course.

He works harder than anyone else I know, his mouth twitches when he thinks he's made a terrific joke (usually one that noone else gets), has absolutely no sense of direction which he refuses to acknowledge and he is literally one of the most selfless people alive.

This is him and his random friend who I've never met. Just hanging on a street in Melbourne on couches. As you do.

Happy Birthday, Dad. xoxo

PS - rad sneakers.