When I am grown to man's estate

I will try and talk to mum in Ty Enfys later today, or perhaps more accurately to yell at a  picture of the top of her head over the sound of the television in her room.

Over the years it has gradually dawned on me that, back in the day, when I thought she was being daft she was pulling my leg. I remember her reacting to Elvis Costello's spazzy dancing in the video above by saying how inspiring it was that whatever wasting disease he had wasn't going to stop him trying to make it in the music business.

Dad also played a full part in my parents' psychological warfare against me. "If you're going to be a mediocrity be the best mediocrity you can!" was typical encouragement.