you take your 12 year old daughter to a screening of the Rocky Horror Picture Show under the guise that Michael J. Fox – her crush at the time – is one of the actors.
During the movie she kept whispering in my ear and asking me when would his character show up. I eventually completely lied and said that he was one of the guests at the Time Warp party – there was a midget who looked remotely like him – after all what’s one more tiny prevarication when you’ve already sold your child a bill of goods anyway?
A few years later, when the RHPS became fashionable with high school crowds she could nonchalantly and coolly observe : “Rocky Horror Picture Show? Saw that years ago,” though still being reproachful that I had lured her to see it under false pretence.
Just one more bad mother moment, right up there with taking her to see “Watership Down”, a cinematic event she claims to this day traumatized her and gave her nightmares for years thereafter about that bunny bully General WoundWorth.
I always thought that Fiver had a touch of tranny rabbit.