angster
Ever notice how young pre-pubescent girls in school-uniforms and bright clothes always cling onto their dads while riding pillion. How they smile infinitely and chatter cheerily.
grown up, draped in dapper college garb they sit as far away as they can without falling off the seat, with arms folded and faces dark. Dads and daughters alienated, inhabiting disparate universes. affection, seldom displayed and when on view appears awkward and contrived.
Folks become uncool, hmmm, they just don't understand, my favourite drug-doing band have all the answers, as does Hollywood, credit cards and weekend alcohol consumed with chums with languid compatible smiles.