Oh it happened. I was there.Not in the living room obviously, but in the pub afterwards, when he told everyone. He was saying, "Yeah yeah, and I was all like, which one of you is Adam and which one of you is Steve, Eh? Eh? Eh?" He waved his arms around goading people to laugh, spilling some of his Stella but he's in good spirits so no-one will get a smack for that. And he's dancing on the spot, bending one knee with the other straight, then swapping, like the band Oasis busting for a wee. His mates guffaw and bellow with laughter. There's back slaps, thigh slaps, arm punching and face squidging. He was king and the whole pub was his court.
Cut to 25 years later and his son outs himself to him. From that moment on, he no longer has a son. Just "another daughter".
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