What what what? Why would one want to talk about sex at the dinner table, when one can have sex on the dinner table? Deary me, what happended to inventiveness?

I always try my hardest to start some healthy debates at the dinner table, especially at Christmas when everyone's a bit tipsy. Problem is, my family are all athiests, and what's more they're all liberal commie left-wing surrender monkeys. I usually resort to playing Devil's advocate and saying something like 'Isn't George Bush simply darling?'. That works.

*tongue firmly placed in cheek*