An old friends sister with hair like Crystal Tips.
Now before I start this message, I would like to say that its the fucking soft touch parents that are to blame..wrap em in cotton wool all their lives..doing more harm than good. imo.

And twas the case with the Grants and their offspring. Mr.Grant was a spineless poorest excuse of a man I have ever met in my life..and Mrs.Grant definitely wore the trousers, for she was bielzibub incarnate..an overprotective, overpowering horror of a parent, that would'nt let her children go to school if they so much as caught a cold !

And as one of her sons school friends, I wasn't even allowed around to the house if I so much as coughed or sneezed. (I was even turfed out in the pouring rain to face a very wet 10 minute walk home just because I coughed whilst playing on the computer - the she-devil bitch).

Anyway, I digress. This story is not about their son, but their daughter Trudy. Bless her, she had a face like a bag of spanners (took after her mother) and hair that would give Steel Wool a run for its money. Big, Frizzy, and with a forehead the size of a dinner plate, she was a real looker.

Anything she wanted, she got. If she didn't get it immediately she would scream like a Banshee.....and scream.....and scream. The kind of scream that rips through your ears, and scratches its nails down your brain as if it were a chalkboard. Pleasant child.

Mr and Mrs Grant would often enter competitions on the local radio station, and amazingly one day their efforts paid off with a call from the radio station. Live.

Cue Mrs. Grant rushing to put in a tape to record themselves on the radio, and so there they sat, Mrs Grant, their son and daughter, in one room listening..whilst Mr. Grant answered a difficult question like "Who came second place in World War 2" or something to that affect.

Upon hearing the correct answer, the DJ gave a list of prizes:

A Hostess Trolley
A Ghetto Blaster
A weekend Break for 2 at a Spa
or a Teddy.

Upon hearing this option, Trudy bursts into a Banshee fit repeating over and over again

"I WANT THE TEDDY"

The DJ asked what Mr.Grant wanted, and obviously couldn't call him a spineless twat live on Radio.."ooh I'd better have the Teddy" Mr.Grant replied.

Laugh..I nearly shit myself. That just summed it up really, walked all over by his wife, and the daughter is learning the same tricks too.
They got what they deserved. Humiliated live on Radio.
(TheRiddler Hmmmmm... I concur., Fri 10 Oct 2008, 16:35, 1 reply)

Trudy's still around,
often see her around town. And every time I see her I can't help but think "I WANT THE TEDDY!" and smile evily to myself.
(MrC. Having the most boring username on b3ta since 2004, Mon 13 Oct 2008, 12:49, closed)