I have never been a fan of Russell Crowe, considering him to be all of the things I hate about New Zealand Rugby boys. The bad temper, crap music, and brawling outside bars are all cliches of 1980’s rugby boys.

So when he was approached as a ‘living treasure’ to write a letter to be sealed in a time capsule, I figured he’d just stick a picture of his team in, sign it, and not really prove to be literate.

Instead he submitted this:

“Dear Charlie and Tennyson,

When this capsule opens you will both be fully grown men and God willing your mother and I will still be around. My hope for your future is that you find the things and the people and the love that bring you joy in life, and above anything that your hearts are happy. You have no idea how much our lives have been blessed by you. I aim to be in every way the father that you need. Whatever comes along I will always love you with my whole being and my soul. I thank God for you both every day and show my gratitude to the universe in every way I can.

My fervent hope for this country is that we mature enough to have our own Bill of Human Rights and a constitution that protects the rights of individuals as we understand those rights should be. Rights that Australians don’t currently have.

I hope that Australia manages to keep its unique humour and its reputation for fair play and I hope the world resolves its political conflicts so that we can all focus on loving and protecting our planet.

Boys, I know I will have brought you up to love your mother above all and I just want to remind you to look to her care.

Love,

Dad.”

Maybe not a dickhead after all.