At least I didn’t get a boner…


My dad came back to the UK today and we both sat down to watch some TV together having had a quick catch up (me telling him all about the riots, him telling me all about his trip)

300 came on, my dad got himself comfy and with a giggle said, “I hear this is very homo-erotic.”

There was a moment where every sound in the world came to an end at that precise moment for a pause.

“…ok.” I said. Not being sure what I should say.

It was slightly odd watching something I could quite happily wank over next to my Dad and it’s not the only time this has happened. The first time either of us saw Almodovar’s Bad Education was in each other’s company. As we watched Gael Garcia Bernal take it up the arse, neither of us took our eyes off the screen as it would mean something more if we looked away than if stared at the hot man sex.

My mum is much better in these situations, she just relieves the pressure by asking something along the lines of, “Is that something you enjoy?”