Lack of tact.
Can’t beat my dad. He’s always saying something wrong (he can’t see how darkie bob is an offensive term for a black man)

His crowning glory has to be this though;

We had just come back from Spain on a family holiday, for him to find he no longer has a job. (the arse bandits he used to work for are now tits up, were as he’s doing pretty well for himself, so justice is done) We go to a family party were he gets a little drunker then he intended. He earned himself a complaint from my grandparents neighbours for playing with my little cousin (which involved shouting in a pretend Indian accent). He’s still adamant that he’s sober though and drives off to visit my mothers brother and wife, who had tragically had a miscarriage a week in her mid 40s which really ruled out having kids.

It should have been a sombre and upsetting visit. But not for my Dad, Noooo.

Driving while a little too drunk he decides it’s funny to sway the car doing an Indian accent. Mounts the curb, burst two tires on his company car (they probably thought it was revenge)

So turning up to a clearly emotionally drained couple’s house slimly the worse for wear, with a damaged car (which he thought would be fine to drive home in) would be enough for most people.

Not Barry. He isn’t great at reading the mood at the best of times, but when drunk he’s sure to crack bad jokes, laugh a lot and mention how lovely our holiday had been (my aunt had miscarried on holiday) and generally act a dick.

His crowning glory how ever was the joke he made while we were being shown the new bathtub with an impregnated Jacuzzi system.

“I bet a few things have been impregnated in there!” He shouts before laughing loudly.

It was a moment you just can’t imagine being in. Literally the most awkward moment of my life. We called a taxi soon after.

Sad part is, he still can’t see what the big deal is.
(Mong goose, Fri 10 Nov 2006, 19:40, Reply)