“Are you aware of a social networking site called 'Facebook'? Did you know it contains hundreds of photographs of fruity ladies showing their knickers?”
Jim tip-toed out and was halfway along the corridor before remembering he'd left his man-bag inside. He went back and opened the door, and rather wished that he hadn't. No son should see one's father performing such an act, he thought. Not with vacuum cleaner and Fray Bentos. A father should retain at least a modicum of decorum, shouldn't he?
Even as he thought this, he managed to embrace another - apparently contradictory - thought: he'd have to nick some tights from Charlie's room.