They Fuck You Up, Your Mum and Dad

Although Philip Larkin was right to a sincere extent, a couple of things cropped up amid the restlessness and boredom today that made me think about my creators in more of a positive light. I feel that it is fundamentally important to understand your parents as partners as well as individuals in order to grasp a wider sense of where you came from.

I'd like to think of my parents journey through life as somewhat ornately fascinating. The start of their relationship was organic in every sense of the word; childhood sweethearts at the age of 16, with my Dad's 'boy in the band' punk rock image pulling the strings in the early stages of the process.

Together they left home at 18 to move to London, where my Father put music aside in order to craft a career which would eventually take my parents to Sweden, where my sister was born. Unfortunately my Father developed an alcohol addiction in the early 90s, and they were forced to part ways as he fell rather ill under conditions of stress, addiction and depression.

The thing about my parents was that, in terms of divorce, it was largely on terms of practicality. There were no affairs, arguments or other ugly complications that usually surface in such conditions, and they remained good friends for years after.

Today I was fumbling through a cupboard in search of a long lost copy of Destruction Derby where I found my Father's Christmas Present for my Mother from 1994 - a copy of Paul Weller's album "Wild Wood". A note left in the sleeve wishes my Mother all the best for the future.

Following this, I went for a roam around the loft, and the first thing that caught my eye was my parents wedding photo. The weirdest thing to comprehend was that, as I looked at them sitting on the grass outside the Gravesend church, they were only a few months older than I am now.

It makes me worried about relationships when I think of my parents, but today made me realise more poignantly that there is nothing more beautiful than their young, naive love for each other.

Here is a song that for some reason reminds me of my parents together; my Father plays it a lot even today.