...alternately titled 'what goes around, goes around, goes around, comes all the way back around'. Thankyou Mr Timberlake.

You may be wondering why I would come out calling my father a scrooge, and randomly quoting Justin Timberlake lyrics, especially seeing as though I get on well with my Dad most of the time and am still locked in a legal battle with JT about his claim to be bringing 'sexy back'. We all know that I beat him to that years ago... But none the less, I feel it necessary to explain myself now for my actions in say, around 20 years time.

Recently my parents and family went down to Moruya on the Australian South Coast to visit my grandfather for a weekend, which is fine of itself, except my Dad really didn't want to spend all that money heading down for a 3 day weekend vacation trip... for the record, the holiday ballooned out from two days to three days faster than a fat kid eating cake when my mum decided to force my Dad to take a day off work on a Monday to spend more time away.

So in my fathers mind, not only did he have to spend money on the trip, he also lost money from days that he should have been working. Needless to say he was complaining to me on the way home from work that he "Didn't really want to spend all that money and time seeing his father - that he really couldn't be bothered".

I informed him that in around 20 years time he can expect the exact same treatment from me, and that he is going to have to learn to love it or deal with it.

"Why don't you come visit me anymore son?"

"Eh... couldn't be bothered, and it costs too much."

"But Will, I only live 15 minutes away in that nursing home you stuck me in!"

"The one that gives you warm kerosene baths?"

"It burns my fragile aging skin..."

"Ahh well, learn to love it"

"Why won't you visit me?"

"I think we covered that already... what *static noises* I think you are breaking up!"

*Call ends.

Funniest thing was, I actually acted out the phonecall to him when we were unloading the work van. Just so in around twenty to thirty years time, when we finally have that conversation for real, somewhere in the back of his slowly declining mind he will remember that somehow, in some small way Justin Timberlake is to blame for his children refusing to visit him.