
Freddy Woo writes, "as a child we used to have a 'whoever cuts doesn't choose the slice' rule with cake. It worked brilliantly, but it's left me completely anal about dividing up food - my wife just takes the piss as I ritually compare all the slice sizes."
What codes and rituals does your family have?
( , Thu 20 Nov 2008, 18:05)
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My place of birth was sunny hatfield up in Hertfordshire. My grandmother used to live in Rickmansworth. On the drive back heading down the A414 the bloody huge fuck-off tesco spire (Yes, tescos has a spire in hatfield) would come into view.
Now, this spire was especially important as it meant we were no more than ten minutes away from our home.
So usually when driving back from my nan's me, my sister, my mother and my father would always look out for the tesco's spire. As soon as it came into view there was a resounding
"I CAN SEE TESCO's FIRST!- NO YOU DIDN'T I DID" etc...
That would be repeated until we arrived home and got told off for being so damned noisy. This happened every.single.time
( , Sun 23 Nov 2008, 5:34, Reply)
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