I’m crap at camping, especially beyond the range of WiFi and 3G, and my 10-year-old boy knows more about football than I’ve ever cared to learn in my 48 years on Earth. But that’s OK. In Ron Boswell’s world I’d still make a better dad than a gay footballer or soldier with a couple of years experience of sleeping rough in the scrub, because… although JB got no footy or camping mojo, he do likes the ladies. And that’s all that counts.

I’m also not much of a church-goer, you’ll be surprised to learn. If I have a faith it’s frisbeetarianism; the belief that when you die your soul flies up on the roof and gets stuck there. Except I don’t really believe in souls, or heaven or God.

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