Helicopter ParentsBack when young ScaryDuck worked in the Dole office rather than simply queuing in it, he had to deal with a claimant brought in by his mum. She did all the talking. He was 40 years old.
Have you had to deal with over-protective parents? Get your Dad to tell us all about it.
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chthonic, Thu 10 Sep 2009, 15:13)
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Bournemouth beachMy family used to go to Bournemouth on holiday every year, I don't know why. The seven of us were all on the beach behind the "sun trap" (wind break), building sand castles and eating Fabs. My dad would have been trying to inflate the rubber dinghy, while my mum rubbed gritty nivea into our raw faces.
There was a group of teenage boys nearby. They were just doing what teenagers do, smoking cigarettes and listening to music. But my mum was getting increasingly irritated. She suddenly bellowed over "will you turn that down, the beach is for families". They glanced up and laughed and carried on.
They had no idea who they were dealing with. My mother jumped up with unexpected agility for a woman who had borne 5 children. Still in her swimmers, she made her way towards them, her sizeable bosoms swinging formidably as she approached, hair damp and matted, face red with anger. When they looked up again she was towering over them like a sea monster, and shouted "HOW DARE YOU" before kicking the shit out of their ghetto blaster. They hotfooted it up the beach in terror, leaving all their worldly possessions behind them.
As a 7 year old this was justice done. To my then 15 year old sisters, this remains the worst moment of their lives.
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browser still relating boring anecdotes into a void on, Fri 11 Sep 2009, 10:10,
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I live in BournemouthCan you ask your Mum if she'd be interested in coming down here and kicking the shit out of some chavs next summer? Cheers.
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