The newspaper was thrown in disgust this weekend, as my Dad read yet another article that displeased him. This piece in question was about the fitness queen Jane Fonda, and beneath her beaming face was the declaration that she was still having sex at the age of 78.
“Why the f**k do I need to know that!” My dad was raging. “Who gives a tiny shi**e whether she is still shagging at her age?”
We were trying not to laugh, but it’s hard not to get drawn in when your elderly father gets so excited about a subject. His cheeks were puffed out, his eyes were bulging and his fag was in danger of falling free from his open mouth.
“At nearly eighty years of age she should have a little more decorum!” He declared. “Like your mother!” His hand flapped loosely at our Mum who was calmly eating her toast and largely ignoring her ranting husband.
“Perhaps I should go out on my chariot (my Dad’s term for his scooter) and shout out to all and sundry that I’m still having sex at 76!”
This was met with silence as I don’t think any of us wanted to contemplate the thought.
This is yet another image I’m trying to burn off my mind.
Thank you Jane Fonda!