Drunk Parents
Watching the old man swing home from the pub and start arguing with Newsnight can be either funny, slightly unnerving or just plain terrifying. Tell us about daft things parents have done while they've been in their cups.
Suggested by NotDavidBailey, voted for by YOU
( , Thu 24 Feb 2011, 17:58)
Watching the old man swing home from the pub and start arguing with Newsnight can be either funny, slightly unnerving or just plain terrifying. Tell us about daft things parents have done while they've been in their cups.
Suggested by NotDavidBailey, voted for by YOU
( , Thu 24 Feb 2011, 17:58)
« Go Back
My mum
Was fond of a tipple or two - in fact, it got to be a serious problem. Hiding bottles in the linen cupboard, and all those alcoholic cliches. This was back when I was at school, and my folks were divorced and not really on speaking terms, so having to live with my mum wasn't ideal. No sir. She'd do crazy things when drunk, like lock me into the houses, or talk a lot of nonsense. She wasn't ill-meaning usually, it was just the drink talking, but it was crap to see her destroying herself, with Dad nowhere to be seen.
The crap she used to speak was the worst thing. It was hard to know whether to believe her sometimes - it's hard to realise your own mum talks a lot of cobblers, but I reached that point early on. She told me she'd killed a man, for example... that was probably the worst one. What are you supposed to say to that?
"Mommy killed him," she said. Absolute cobblers of course. The bastard had already killed two of my friends by that point.
( , Fri 25 Feb 2011, 7:20, 11 replies)
Was fond of a tipple or two - in fact, it got to be a serious problem. Hiding bottles in the linen cupboard, and all those alcoholic cliches. This was back when I was at school, and my folks were divorced and not really on speaking terms, so having to live with my mum wasn't ideal. No sir. She'd do crazy things when drunk, like lock me into the houses, or talk a lot of nonsense. She wasn't ill-meaning usually, it was just the drink talking, but it was crap to see her destroying herself, with Dad nowhere to be seen.
The crap she used to speak was the worst thing. It was hard to know whether to believe her sometimes - it's hard to realise your own mum talks a lot of cobblers, but I reached that point early on. She told me she'd killed a man, for example... that was probably the worst one. What are you supposed to say to that?
"Mommy killed him," she said. Absolute cobblers of course. The bastard had already killed two of my friends by that point.
( , Fri 25 Feb 2011, 7:20, 11 replies)
sad to say
i'd got it by "hiding bottles in the linen cupboard".
probably because i only watched it last week.
( , Fri 25 Feb 2011, 17:26, closed)
i'd got it by "hiding bottles in the linen cupboard".
probably because i only watched it last week.
( , Fri 25 Feb 2011, 17:26, closed)
« Go Back