Grant Clifton

I would absolutely love to spend – my dad died when he was 59 years old.

I was 25, so it's 30 years ago.

He was the most kind-hearted person you'd ever come across.

He was by himself because mum had left him probably 10 or 15 years earlier.

He never ever once said no to, whenever there was a rugby game on or a league game, dad was a leaguer, it's a funny story actually, he used to play league and then one day he went to the wrong muster and we all ended up playing rugby because he enrolled us in the wrong thing.

That's fucking funny.

It was Mangere East League and Oduhu Rugby Club and the musters were on the same day at the same bloody park and he rolled us in the wrong one so we ended up playing rugby.

That's wild.

Yeah.

So whenever there's a game on, all my mates used to pile over crates of beers and we'd sit there and then Dad would cook us all up all a feed and

And he'd never moan or complain how many people were there.

And I used to love going away up to Stallwater with Dad and all his brothers because it would just be yarn after yarn after what they used to get up to when they were youngsters.

I don't know if you've been to Auckland.

There's an Auckland War Memorial.

It's got these big steps.

And one night they'd had a few too many beers and I think Dad had an old Austin A90 and they

Decided to drive the car down the stairs at the War Memorial Museum and ended up on its roof.

All jumped out, pushed it back on its wheels and off they went again.

You know, stories like that.

You couldn't do that stuff these days.