In 1990 when I went to the Tonder Festival in Denmark with my dad he was head of the jazz procession that paraded through the town centre, but this year he decided to change the route and take the band past my tent as he knew I would still be sleeping off a really bad hangover, he thought this was hilarious at the time, i didn't, but looking back now I suppose it was!!! It certainly added to my fond memories of my dad, and practical jokes were what he was best at....