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Watching the old man swing home from the pub and start arguing with Newsnight can be either funny, slightly unnerving or just plain terrifying. Tell us about daft things parents have done while they've been in their cups.

Suggested by NotDavidBailey, voted for by YOU

(, Thu 24 Feb 2011, 17:58)
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At first, it was a little bit frightening
I think in order to understand why I found this event so ab-enhancingly hilarious, you need to understand a couple of facts about my dad. Firstly, before this event, I had barely seen my Dad drink, let alone dance. In fact, movement is not one of his fortes. My Dad makes Al Gore look like an out of control hedonist fun-junkie. Sensible, frugal, and restrained.

Secondly, his visual appearance. He is 6 foot 5, and skinny. He also wears old-man style trousers, pulled up past his waist as far as possible without obscuring his field of vision, and of course, with a t shirt neatly tucked in. Due to his indomitable fashion sense, this leaves a good old gap around the ankles to excite the ladies, exposing some serious grey nylon sock action. Pulled all the way up the calf. Worn with sandles. (Ladies yes he *is* single, please, form an orderly queue in replies)

We were on a boat (mother fucker), in the waters around Turkey. It was one of those old-style wooden jobbies, with about 10 tiny cabins and a skeleton crew. Damn scurvy. Ha, no, 3 living crew members. One evening's sophisticated, exotic entertainment featured 'music' and 'beer' on the 'boat'. Liberal application of the local 'Raki' (Turkish Ouzo) combined with some peer-pressure and general good-natured frivolity had left Daddy-o rosy-cheeked and over-confident.

On comes 'Kung-fu fighting', one of those 'you don't know how to party properly so i'm going to bloody-well-show-you' types starts going around, dragging everyone to their feet to dance. I can't believe it, but my Dad willingly gets up and joins the group.

When it gets to the chorus, everyone bopping along as non-committally as possible, my Dad, arms poised in Kung-fu 'crane' position, executes an elegant jumping scissor kick in time with 'UHHHHHHHHHH!!!' then sits calmly back down. There is a tiny bit of pride there, buried beneath the ball-crushing embarrassment.
(, Mon 28 Feb 2011, 13:42, 9 replies)
Ha ha
"pulled up past his waist as far as possibly without obscuring his field of vision" captures the style perfectly
(, Mon 28 Feb 2011, 13:53, closed)
Oops
That should probably say 'possible'.

Good spot sir.
(, Mon 28 Feb 2011, 13:55, closed)
I'd missed the error
just commenting on the sartorial style you evoked.
(, Mon 28 Feb 2011, 14:19, closed)
So, your story is, 'my dad got pissed and danced'.

(, Mon 28 Feb 2011, 20:34, closed)
Great story...
...I'm easily amused! Have a click.
(, Mon 28 Feb 2011, 22:04, closed)
Yeah!
You like it?
(, Tue 1 Mar 2011, 8:05, closed)
I do

(, Tue 1 Mar 2011, 10:00, closed)
I do too

(, Tue 1 Mar 2011, 12:28, closed)
I think
My father (God rest him) might have had the same tailor. The problem isn't so much the vision, but the chafing in the armpits.
(, Tue 1 Mar 2011, 5:20, closed)

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