Papa Ian

To my Daddy, I love you and I miss you, oh and you look awful sexy as a French prostitute...

So this is my father, the one on the left. Honestly 31337, he's the one with facial hair, you were half asleep when you asked me that weren't you? The other is a girl called Zeshi! And she's about the coolest person, EVER! Sorry Antipop, you may have been outdone, but no one's got a smile like yours. Savage, what's the difference between a father and a daddy? Or were you thinking that I meant he's my sugar daddy?


Can you see the family resemblance? He's not my biological father, who knows where that git is but he's the one who brought me up and he's the one who I share my deep love of mirrors with. We're both utterly vain. Hugely. I mean if you ever thought for a moment that you were vain, well I'm sorry to say but compared with us, you're not. In fact, when we walk down the street together we pause in front of every, and I mean EVERY single shop window and gaze at our reflections and we get particularly annoyed when the glass isn't spotless, since it makes it harder for us to shed our adoring gaze upon ourselves.

Cheri, you're right, my father is HOT! People think he's my boyfriend and their mouths quite literally drop when I'm introduced as his daughter. And every single time, without fail they say 'I didn't know you had a daughter! Surely you're too young to have a grown child! :-o'

His name is Liao Wen Xian, eat your heart out Comrade! Oh and Comrade, I'll bring you my book of Chinese characters when I swing by but before I hand it over you will concede that I am right about Tibet and you are completely and utterly wrong and you will kneel, on the dirt, and beg my forgiveness for being a total prat! And then you may have the book.