It would be nice to be pals with Mark Hoppus, wouldn’t it? Depending on how old you are (he’s now more than twice the age he was when singing about nobody liking you for not being grown-up enough at the ripe old age of 23), he seems like he’d be either a great bessie mate, a great bessie mate’s dad or a great, er, son? He seems like a good dude, is what we’re saying. He’d be endlessly entertaining company, but also seems like he’d have your back if anything in your life went pear-shaped.
He always seemed like the nicest one in blink-182. Tom DeLonge was the charmingly obnoxious one, Travis Barker was the enigmatic, ludicrously talented one, and Mark was the nice, thoughtful one (who was also charmingly obnoxious, because that was their thing back in the day).
So join us as we run through a few of the many things that make Mark Hoppus – the pop-punk world’s cheerful dad – seem like the most decent man in the whole world of rock…