Queer confession
Whilst shopping in our local Aldi (in a post-modernist, comedically ironic and cool kind of way of course) my ten your old son wandered back to the trolley and mumbled, "Dad, I love man cheese..." I managed to keep my composure and screech, "You bloody what?" where upon he repeated his shockingly frank confession of being enamoured of 'man-cheese'. Thoughts of future football matches, drinking sessions and, eventually, grandchildren evaporated to be replaced by images of pristine bearded men in tight jeans discussing soft furnishings and butt-plugs. I managed to squeak out a pathetic, "but... you're only ten - how do you know?"

He looked at me with a mixture of incomprehension and contempt and said, "What are you on a bout? I love man cheese? NO! Isle of Man Cheese. Cheese from the Isle of Man you weirdo!"

I think I cried.

NB: They also sell Isle of Man milk and Isle of Man butter. Doubtless popular in places like Brighton.
(qbslim, Mon 27 May 2013, 20:22, 6 replies)

I never knew there was a Manx community in Brighton.
You live and learn, don't you!
( The Mock TurtIe ™ --- Thinks you are a cunt, on, Mon 27 May 2013, 23:15, closed)

Think of your interpretation
as a Freudian slip.
(the other guy not the one that gave you coochie warts, Tue 28 May 2013, 0:24, closed)

nice bit of homophobia here
(TheManHimself Beer Drinkin', Breath Stinkin', Sniffing Glue, Wed 29 May 2013, 1:11, closed)