' 'Much worse. I always make the other man look worse.' We walked to my MG sports car. 'Who's Phil?' I asked as carelessly as I could. 'My father.' I could not believe that! 'You call your father Phil?' 'That's his name. What do you call your father?' 'Sir.' 'He must be really proud of you. You're a big hockey star - and you're always successful in your exams.' 'You don't know anything, Jenny. He was good at exams and sport, too. He was in the Olympic Games.' 'My God! Did he win?' 'No.' (Actually, Old Stonyface was sixth, which makes me feel a little better.) Jenny was silent for a moment.