My father was a lawyer.
My father was a small claims court jester.
I had a father who was a traveling salesman.
Pro wrestling is what my dad did.
My father had always been a traveling salesman - New England, the South, whatever.
My father was a doctor.
My father was a meat worker. He was a union organizer in the meat workers union.
My father is an engineer, and my mother raised the three children.
My father was a taxidermist, not a run-of-the-mill profession for a West Indian immigrant. Having given up on becoming a vet, he settled for working with dead animals rather than live ones. Dad was a true craftsman, an artist.
I come from a coal-mining, working-class background. My father was a coal miner.
I was the middle child of three boys and grew up in the village of Barton Seagrave near Kettering, Northamptonshire. My father, Nigel, followed his father, Keith, into shoe manufacturing.
My father was a steelworker who'd come over from Abruzzi, in Italy. He played in the band and he encouraged me to be a musician.
My father was trained as a saddler, but in fact as a young man worked in his father's business of rearing and selling cattle, so he grew up in the countryside.
My father was a bullfighter.
My father, Anthony, was a textile agent who sold fabric in the West End and was away a lot. He was very glamorous. When he first met my mum, he swept her off into this big, social world.
