Those were the days,out of bed in middle of night while parents were in bed and sat through an hour of subtitled art house movie before a nice shot of a hairy bush and some fairly explicit sex(or so i thought back then)
I know, I'm already worried for my boy's sake, they'll never experience the joy of finding a tatty old soggy Razzle in a playground hedgerow (without ever questioning what made it so soggy), nor will they ever find a sneaky horde of old VHS tapes at the back of their dad's wardrobe.
In the plus column though, they'll have grown up amongst a newly educated generation of filth, they'll be doing things to ladies on a first date that I'd have trouble paying a disabled Thai prostitute to do today.
Probably best not to think about it if you've got daughters.
I know, I'm already worried for my boy's sake, they'll never experience the joy of finding a tatty old soggy Razzle in a playground hedgerow (without ever questioning what made it so soggy), nor will they ever find a sneaky horde of old VHS tapes at