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Local dad, Rod Murphy has either lost all self-respect, or he thinks that the rest of the family can’t see all the bizarre programs he has been recording on his pay-TV planner.
With over 25 saved episodes of Dr Who, bizarre women’s netball matches and rom-com’s with titles that sounds like porno’s, Mr Murphy is a sitting duck for his four adult sons.
“What the fuck is this shit, Dad?” roars his youngest, Toddy.
“Why the fuck are you watching all this weird sci-fi shit?”
Rod, who is willing to deny recording all of the other weird shit, stands his ground.
“Mate, Dr Who is an institution! Get real”
“Your old man is a Whovian from way back. If you don’t like it, you can fucken move out”
The 65-year-old retired bricklayer then went on to deny recording the four-hour Victoria’s Secret fashion parade, as well another five Sex & The City episodes.
“Piss of mate, it’s your mother. She loves all this shit” he roars, blatantly ignoring the fact that his wife refuses to learn how to use the cable TV remote.
