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"Do anything good for your birthday?" one of your friendly B3TA moderator team asked in one of those father/son phone calls that last two minutes. "Yep," he said, "Your mum." Tell us about dads, lack of dad and being a dad.
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( , Thu 25 Nov 2010, 11:50)
"Do anything good for your birthday?" one of your friendly B3TA moderator team asked in one of those father/son phone calls that last two minutes. "Yep," he said, "Your mum." Tell us about dads, lack of dad and being a dad.
Suggested by bROKEN aRROW
( , Thu 25 Nov 2010, 11:50)
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The wrong dump
My dad was awesome, clever, but not really on the ball in many ways.
The phone rang once on a quiet Sunday afternoon. It was my dad, incredibly angry for some reason with my brother who was blameless in this situation, because he'd found himself locked into 'the wrong dump'.
For reasons which will never be known, instead of going to the usual dump round the corner, he'd tootled off into the urban wastes of Birmingham, nipped into an industrial area he presumably thought looked 'dumpy enough' and done a bit of unintentional fly tipping.
There was a skip apparently - why he thought a lone skip in a car park was a municipal dump in a major city God knows.
Anyway while he was doing his fly tipping the security guard had been doing his rounds, failed to notice my dad, and locked the gates for the day.
My poor brother ended up spending the day ringing around security contractors trying to find out who looked after the building, so they could release my incandescent and by now chain smoking father from his impromptu dumpy prison.
( , Fri 26 Nov 2010, 11:30, Reply)
My dad was awesome, clever, but not really on the ball in many ways.
The phone rang once on a quiet Sunday afternoon. It was my dad, incredibly angry for some reason with my brother who was blameless in this situation, because he'd found himself locked into 'the wrong dump'.
For reasons which will never be known, instead of going to the usual dump round the corner, he'd tootled off into the urban wastes of Birmingham, nipped into an industrial area he presumably thought looked 'dumpy enough' and done a bit of unintentional fly tipping.
There was a skip apparently - why he thought a lone skip in a car park was a municipal dump in a major city God knows.
Anyway while he was doing his fly tipping the security guard had been doing his rounds, failed to notice my dad, and locked the gates for the day.
My poor brother ended up spending the day ringing around security contractors trying to find out who looked after the building, so they could release my incandescent and by now chain smoking father from his impromptu dumpy prison.
( , Fri 26 Nov 2010, 11:30, Reply)
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