My entire childhood was a litany of appallingly bad taste...
Perhaps it's because I'm an only child and had no siblings to beat some sense into me, but before I hit puberty I had truly atrocious taste that makes me blush even thinking about it...

My favourite bands were Queen (fair enough I guess), Abba (raises eyebrow), the Pet Shop boys (raises other eyebrow), and Erasure (argh). The worrying thing is that I'm not gay and never have been, unless I took a flying leap back into the closet aged about ten or so...

A further example- When I was 6 my parents wanted to redecorate our bathroom, and asked me what colour they should go for. I wanted pink, and lots of it- the bath, the walls, the lot. God knows what it would have looked like- (this I imagine). Luckily once they stopped laughing they explained I might not appreciate this in later life and went for a rather fetching shade of green. I still get the piss taken out of me for it to this day.

Luckily I seem to have fully recovered now.

Wow, that feels better out then in. Maybe I should have posted this on grouphug instead?
( Shrub Rocketeer is a twisted emotional husk, Fri 10 Dec 2004, 14:43, Reply)