A few years ago. My dad stood upright, almost as if there was a broom handle shoved down the back of his shirt, running past his waistline, and between his but cheeks.
His lower jaw jutting, and a tear in his eye.
'DID YOU SEE THAT?, WHERE'S THE PHONE?!'
He sat down cradling his head in one of his hands, the phone in the other. After looking at the numbers of the phone for a while, he looked up at me, with a tear in his eye.
'WHY?' - he said
Turns out he'd just seen this advert: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SQRtj8qmMjg
& was trying to work out who to ring / lodge a complaint with.
something about the Maginot Line.. something... something Patrick Moore.