"Hi Pops," Timmy hailed as he swaggered into the large parlour shirtless and wearing a sagging pair of jean trousers.

His father watched him with a half sneer as he swaggered over to a sofa and jumped on it, a bottle of soft drink in one hand and a sandwich in the other.

"Young man, come here," his father called and pointed to a spot in front of him. Timmy took his time getting up and swaggered his way to the spot his father had indicated. The middle aged real estate mogul pushed ...