Parents"They fuck you up, your mum and dad" said Philip Larkin. Did he have a point? Perhaps yours are merely horrendously embarrassing? Or are you yourself that embarrassing or terrible parent? No tedious McCannery or nonce strikethroughs please, ffs.
(, Mon 6 Jun 2016, 15:43)
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One of my favourite memories of my mum.The missus and I had just moved into our shiny new (decrepit and old) first home with our what-was-to-become-eldest. Along with the mortgage came a little bit of discretionary funds and disposable income. So since mum and bub were toddling about in the family wagon it was decided that I needed to get myself a car for work.
A noice '86 FJ60 Landcruiser with lots of trimmings (full barwork, radio, snorkel and drawers in the back) was found and a reasonable price agreed upon.
The following Sat. morning while mum and bub were snoozing I decided to go and show The Beast off to my mum. So I rock up to her place with a cup of tea in Styrofoam from the local cafe (those were the days when you just bought petrol at your local service station and McDonald's just sold burgers). On went her dressing gown and..
"Wanna take it for a spin? I'll drive." she says with a twinkle in her eyes.
I should at this point give a small amount of background into my mum. A woman who raised me on my own, she never let anything stop her doing what she wanted. She'd met my dad at a rally event in Africa, as his navigator and then driver. Suffice to say she knew her way around a motor vehicle.
There is nothing quite as heart-warming, funny and yet terrifying as sitting in the passenger seat of a large old 4wd tank, holding scaldingly hot tea and coffee (a bench seat and pre-cupholders) as a small, petite middle-aged woman who is barely able to see over the dashboard whoops loudly as she drops the clutch in an empty carpark and manages to get some smoke off the back tyres. Repeatedly.
(, Sat 11 Jun 2016, 0:22, 3 replies)
(, Sat 11 Jun 2016, 13:27, closed)
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