It was Christmas 1981. My dad and brother-in-law were watching TV, while I was playing on the floor (well, I say "playing on the floor" - more like "rocking back and forth in my cage, clicking my fingers, and muttering facts about bagatelle"... amirite?!). The pop duo Dollar, comprised of highlighted cretin David van Day and the miniskirted Thereza Bazar, came on screen to perform their top hit 'Mirror Mirror'.
My dad nodded to the female singer, turned to my brother-in-law, and said "I wouldn't mind finding her in my Christmas stocking". In my head, he cupped his elbow pit, pumped his fist, and added a throaty "Phwoaaaar!". It's entirely possible that he also repeatedly stamped his foot on the floor, shot steam out of his ears, and made his eyeballs pop out on stalks.
Now... my father isn't exactly Sid James. Indeed, this is the only instance I can think of where he said or did anything remotely like this, and with hindsight it's strangely out of character. I can only assume he was trying to impress my brother-in-law, who was American and a bit alpha male-y, and probably intimidated him slightly.
Nevertheless, he did do it, and - y'know - fair enough. He was born in 1934, only six years after women got equal voting rights in the UK. You can forgive him the occasional comment along those lines. Although - again - I can't think of any others. And - y'know - is it inherently sexist to find a pop singer attractive? Isn't that rather out of everyone's control? I dunno.
I mean, I don't really recall him being particularly sexist in any other way. After all, my mother would've refused to cook his dinner or iron his shirts if he'd so much as even tried.
Nonetheless, were my father to have made a similar comment on Twitter in 2017 he'd probably never hear the end of it, and be chased out of town wondering what exactly he'd done wrong. He'd be labelled a sexist monster, when he's really just sort of a sweet old man, and completely harmless.
You know: rather like poor Shigeru Miyamoto and Steve Martin.