Andy Lee

Like a fatherly mentor.

A little greyer in the beard who wants to pass something back on to another one of these beard boys doing a great job.

All right.

All right.

Jack, we're both dads to incredible boys.

I'm just a bit further down the track than you, but I felt compelled this week to make this for you.

I know you think Gordie's little now, and it's true he is, but he's growing.

Like the sun rising and setting, you can't stop it.

You just have to marvel at its beauty.

Take it from me, mate.

Cherish every day while he's little.

It goes by in an instant.

For example, my little guy.

I still remember bringing Sonny to the radio show one day years ago and we had my electronic drum kit set up outside.

He couldn't even get on the drum stool.

And now, just this week, I sat in the audience at his school and I watched him play solo in front of assembly and crush war pigs by Black Sabbath on drums.

My little guy.

It was sick.

Couldn't believe how good he was, just how grown up it all seemed and...

Afterwards, with teary eyes, I mentioned this grappling I was having with how incredible he was.