But let's face it, she's already spotted the cock ring and poppers in his bottom drawer. Later, she will ask if he's gay, then feign shock at the answer. She should shout at the TV as if it can hear her and she will definitely shout at her gay son when he comes in from school.Īt first, her dialogue revolves around schoolwork, nagging her son to wear a bike helmet and complaining about his (erotically shot, of course) piles of dirty socks. She needs to be watching a massively crap chat show or a feckless daytime TV quiz. She's probably 30th in line to being the next Sheila Hancock. Think of a fat Joan Rivers cast in a John Osborne play. She is angsty, sombre, frayed, yet just a tiny bit fabulous.
