Vin Diesel makes me cringe
I really embarassed myself yesterday.
I was having a chat with my neighbours when they asked if we had any DVDs they could borrow – something lowbrow and easy on the mind. So I piped up that I had “a couple of triple-x films that would be great mental chewing gum”. It took a few seconds of silence and uncomfortable shuffling and clearing of throats before I realised how my utterance had been interpreted.
My bumbling recovery from the situation just made it worse.
So I had to take round the Vin Diesel DVD last night to prove that I’m not some creepy pervert.