The urge to tie my father up and pull his fucking teeth out with pliers, then leave him tied to the floor on his back, with his eyelids torn off and a pair of coke bottles full of boiling hot caustic soda tied to a light fitting with little pinholes in the caps, so it slowly drips, drips, drips over days until it burns right through to his empty skull and out the other side. Bloody wanker.