So, next time you’re watching Alan Carr do a bit about his mum’s love of jigsaws, remember: His dad is still out there, probably polishing his football boots or arguing about the offside rule. It’s a small, silly thing to know, but it makes the world feel a bit cosier. Like finding a fiver in an old coat.
And if you ever find yourself wondering about someone’s parentage on a lazy Sunday, don’t be embarrassed. It’s the same impulse as asking, “Is that shop still open?” You’re just checking on the human landmarks of your life. Graham Carr is still standing, and that’s a tiny, comforting win for all of us who need a laugh and a bit of normalcy.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to check if my own dad still remembers my birthday. Fingers crossed.
