Ironman
As many of this week's posts confirm, sometimes our fathers are frightening reminders of the flawed DNA we all possess. I am amazed I made it through childhood with the stunts my parents pulled.

My dad had a new pair of trousers. They were a little creased. Now, the deal is that my mum does the ironing in their marriage - it's a deal they forged at the altar and I had previously dismissed it as a misogynistic anachronism of the early 1970s. Not so.

Since my mum was at work and my dad required instant trouser decreasing, he procured the iron, turned it all the way up to 11, and began to work the offending creases from the trousers.

Unfortunately, in attempting to save time and effort, he neglected to take off the trousers first. The ruined clothes, the pain and the smell of singeing hair and flesh meant he couldn't actually hide what he had done.

You know those humorous emails that contain what seem to be ridiculous user instructions? The ones that say things like "do not attempt to iron clothes while wearing them"? I used to wonder what kind of numpty needed such advice. Well, it seems they were written entirely for the edification of my father.
( crackhouseceilidhband Fuck off back to Mumsnet, Fri 4 Apr 2008, 8:43, 2 replies)

Reminds me of
the time when I was young and daft and I tried to wash my clothes by wearing them in the shower.

Less dangerous, admittedly, but bloody stupid nevertheless.
( K2k6 has a proper job these days, Fri 4 Apr 2008, 8:48, closed)

Let me just flatten that bit... there...
My mum did the same thing when she was younger... to the collar of my aunt's dress. Auntie still has the scar.
(enervatrice, Mon 7 Apr 2008, 19:07, closed)