My little boy.
I appear to be in the early stage of being the ritual initiator for my family. My youngest son is 4 and his name is Dylan but for some reason I am completely unable to call him this. Instead I keep going off on meaningless mumbo-jumbo type rants when I am talking to him. It started when I called him "ding-dong" one day - I have no idea why but it stuck and has developed into some sort of weird game whereby the stranger the name I give him the better. He has been called “tiddly tiddly whacker” “knobby knobby knob knob" “scarecrow billy pants” and “diddly diddly doo dah” – all by me. The rest of the family are joining in now and the poor kid is cottoning-on to the fact that if he hears a random set of words it usually means that someone is trying to get his attention. (This may or may not be where my username comes from).

While typing this I have been reminded of some of the strange things my mum used to say when I was a kid that I and my siblings still use today.

If any part of the sky is predominantly dark clouds – “It’s a bit black over Bill’s mother’s”.

If one of us was just sitting about doing nothing – “Look at you sitting there like Piffy on a rock bun”.

When someone was trying to get one over on her – “They must think I just came down the river on my mother’s piano”.

I wonder if my insanity is hereditary.

First post – be nice!
( Ping_Pang_Piddley_Dee couldn't give a big shiny fuck., Fri 21 Nov 2008, 11:21, 1 reply)

Same here...
The phrase 'It's black round the back of Bill's mothers' is used regularly in my family.
(peterlynch, Wed 26 Nov 2008, 22:56, closed)