Yes, there was. It was actually in the title of the last post. But the timing wasn't right. I only got to take pictures of that family album in Mother's flat yesterday evening. And without those pictures, this post would have been kind of pointless.
My father died when I was 19. Given that it's DEFINITELY him I got my brains and wacky sense of humor from, I miss him terribly.
At least he didn't die before instilling the virtue of various vices in me, LOL
While we're taking fathers. Grandfather (below) died in 2010. I was about 3 or 4 when I got to sample his red wine at Christmas. We became good friends during the last 5 years of his life. He embodied the essence of a Gentle-Man and his wit and outlook on life are greatly missed. He wasn't actually a blood-relative, giving more credit to the saying "You can pick your friends, but not your family". But with him, I got to have my cake and eat it too ;-)
Sorry, but that's all.
That's it for relatives of mine who had what I consider a sensible outlook on life.
Of course, there is a completely different aspect to this post (Almost like a First Nations type double entendre ;-)
Those various viscous vices: Drink, Smoke, and whatever you want to call the activity in the topmost picture. Here is photographic evidence that I can't really be blamed for any of them, LOL