IT’S weird to glance at someone’s phone and realise they’re watching hardcore porn on the number 16 to Leek. Here are the burning questions you will not ask:
Is this not the wrong environment?
Porn is meant to be arousing. You’re surrounded by filthy seats, twats hammering the stop button ten times and schoolkids talking shit. Surely the pensioner sitting right in front of you snorting snot into a hankie spoils the mood a bit? No?
What are you getting out of this if you’re not masturbating?
Porn does not have much in the way of story, characters or action set-pieces. The most you can hope for is a shoplifter avoiding prosecution by banging a heavily tattooed security guard. The zillions of stepmom sex lessons/fake agent/horny doctor scenarios are even less narratively compelling. Seriously, even Hollyoaks is better.
Are you about to start wanking?
You’re assuming the answer is ‘no’, but your journey would be a lot more relaxed with a verbal assurance.
Can’t you wait until you get home?
It’ll be worth it. Compared to being on a rattling diesel vehicle with ‘BNP’ scratched onto the window meandering through suburbs, masturbating at home is as suave and sophisticated as Sean Connery seducing Ursula Andress on a Jamaican beach.
Do you compulsively watch porn in every spare moment?
While waiting for your toast to pop up, do you visit Pornhub for 90 seconds of ‘MILF blowjob compilation’? A bit of ‘Real escort f**ked three ways’ while you’re waiting for your kid’s appearance in the school play? During the silent contemplation section of a memorial service, do you squeeze in a couple of minutes of ‘Husband catches wife with best friend’?
Have you got a girlfriend?
Surely this can’t be compatible with a normal relationship? Or maybe expectations are that low now? ‘Craig’s so romantic, he didn’t wank once during dinner.’
Am I the one out of step with society?
Has society become so debased that you’re the weirdo? Could you have mitigated the boredom of Jurassic World Dominion by wanking whenever Bryce Dallas Howard appeared on screen, gaily flinging jism around the auditorium, and no one would have batted an eyelid?