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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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Every time there is a car journey with two or more members of my immediate family in the car this game is played, even today. Often ending in horrific arguments.
About 20 minutes from home there is a large penis shaped monument on top of a large hill. The Hode monument on Hode Hill to be exact. The first person to see it has to shout 'I saw it first'. But to see it you need to go around another hill for it to come in to view. So everyone pretty much sees it at the same time.
Ive played this game since I was able to speak and a lot of people I know play it because its a nice little marker to know you're nearly home.
Mine is the only family I know of to have the game escalate to arguments and have punches thrown (between myself and my sibling).
My dad is possibly the worst person ever to play this game with. He's over 50 now and if he loses he throws a paddy like a child... It keeps us occupied I suppose.
( , Tue 25 Nov 2008, 18:46, 7 replies)
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is this place filed with ulverstonians?! O.o
you know HOad is meant to mean 'testacle' in german? not sure if its a myth but the german penfriends must have got some interesting letters if true :)
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I am much intrigued.. I am a Barrovian myself and another of my kind stumbled upon me on the eccentrics post.
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www.b3ta.com/questions/familycodes/post309790
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As my other half has lived in Ulverston for the last 18 months, so every single Sunday morning that I am visiting, we say 'Lets go and walk up The Hoad to The John Barrow Monument (to give it its real name) before we go for lunch'
and every singly Sunday morning we fail to do so.
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be able to walk up the hoad with me after?
(sorry)
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I, too, was brought up in Barrow and enjoyed/endured this ritual.
I've lived all over the place in the 22 years since I escaped but occasionally go back to visit my folks.
Now I get a warm glow on coming round the corner and seeing The Hoad loom into view. It means in 20 minutes I'll be getting fussed over and reading in the Evening Mail which of my former schoolfriends have been arrested.
A lot of years ago, during a spectacularly dismal period in my life, I actually burst into tears of relief and self pity on seeing The Hoad from the train window.
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