SECOND GENERATION

Wholesome father and son activities are a staple of popular fiction and have been for generations, to the extent that when we see the classic scenario depicted in celluloid (or pixel) yet again, it can be hard not to roll your eyes at the notion such a hackneyed cinematic trope being wheeled out yet again. Most of us have come to recognise the signs of such a bonding exercise whatever the media, normally through the suggestion of that most basic and default of father-son undertakings, the fishing trip.

And yet, becoming so jaded about something so wholesome and fundamentally good as a father-son activity isn’t merely sad, it’s counter-productive. After all, who says that you have to set out to catch fish with your father or your son (delete as