If you get the tone of this song title wrong I think it makes an effective tag line for a villain in a horror movie.
Daddy’s Home was Cliff Richard’s follow up to Wired for Sound. It entered the New Zealand charts at the end of February 1982, and reached number four.
You might think I have an unhealthy fixation with Cliff Richard based on my previous writings about the man, and I am beginning to come around to the idea that you would be right. Some people grimly watch their lowly ranked football team get crushed week in and week out, I watch Cliff Richard videos.
There are a lot of unconvincing things in the world, and Cliff as the lead in a romance is one thing to add to the heap. Another would be Cliff playing Heathcliff in the Wuthering Heights musical.
Because the video for Daddy’s Home doesn’t really make sense I decided to reinterpret the video as a public service.
A drama in one act
Scene: An implausible set for an unrealistic pool hall
Time: The 1950s/1980s
Enter Cliff’s lover and their child
Which fits nicely with my thesis that the only women that Cliff can love are dolls. Literally.