I think the question I’ve been asked the most in my life would have to be
How does it feel to always be the hottest chick in the room?
What was it like having Kevin Bloody Wilson as a Dad?
As you can imagine – one blog alone could never answer this
I’m sure there’ll be loads of references to growing up with Dad as I continue to blog here
Imagine that your Dad found your stash of electric spinach cannibas in your bathroom drawer and confiscated it
Then imagine how pissed of you’d be if, 5 minutes later, you followed a suspicious smell upstairs, only to find smoke coming out from under your Dad’s office door
Living with Kev, lesson one:
Hide your shit better