Family codes and rituals
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)
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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‘Car-Journey’ related post number 735…
It warms my cockles to read such car journey tales of songs sung, 'landmark spotting' games and the handing out of boiled sweets…
My folks had a simple ritual for car journeys when I was a kid…
Part 1: If any trip is longer than 18 yards, both parents must smoke at least 20 king size cigarettes (each) before the journey ends.
Part 2: If I dare to request a window be opened, I am branded a ‘selfish, worthless, waste of good spunk’ by my folks because even someone as stupid as me must realise that opening a window would result in ‘letting the heat out’…
Part 3: Within a few short minutes I would barf up my previous meal…followed by a concerted attempt to expel a lung from my body using the timeless art of chunder.
Part 4: I would be bollocked to within an inch of my tiny life for causing the subsequent carrot-pappered stainage to the back of my Dad’s Austin Marina.
Part 5: Mum & Dad light up again.
Part 6: Repeat parts 2 through 5.
Great days
( , Wed 26 Nov 2008, 10:04, 4 replies)
It warms my cockles to read such car journey tales of songs sung, 'landmark spotting' games and the handing out of boiled sweets…
My folks had a simple ritual for car journeys when I was a kid…
Part 1: If any trip is longer than 18 yards, both parents must smoke at least 20 king size cigarettes (each) before the journey ends.
Part 2: If I dare to request a window be opened, I am branded a ‘selfish, worthless, waste of good spunk’ by my folks because even someone as stupid as me must realise that opening a window would result in ‘letting the heat out’…
Part 3: Within a few short minutes I would barf up my previous meal…followed by a concerted attempt to expel a lung from my body using the timeless art of chunder.
Part 4: I would be bollocked to within an inch of my tiny life for causing the subsequent carrot-pappered stainage to the back of my Dad’s Austin Marina.
Part 5: Mum & Dad light up again.
Part 6: Repeat parts 2 through 5.
Great days
( , Wed 26 Nov 2008, 10:04, 4 replies)
why did they do that ?
my old man used to insist on smoking when I was in the back of his 2 door car, and it ALWAYS made me sick.
Ruined my worzel gummidge t-shirt with tizer sick that did.
bastard
( , Wed 26 Nov 2008, 12:31, closed)
my old man used to insist on smoking when I was in the back of his 2 door car, and it ALWAYS made me sick.
Ruined my worzel gummidge t-shirt with tizer sick that did.
bastard
( , Wed 26 Nov 2008, 12:31, closed)
Marina's are awesome
I'd give you a good beating if you threw up in mine as well.
You'd probably like that though..
( , Wed 26 Nov 2008, 13:50, closed)
I'd give you a good beating if you threw up in mine as well.
You'd probably like that though..
( , Wed 26 Nov 2008, 13:50, closed)
Didn't Marinas have some of the first square headlights
so that if one frove up behind you in the dark you thought it was a police car and bricked it?
( , Wed 26 Nov 2008, 14:03, closed)
so that if one frove up behind you in the dark you thought it was a police car and bricked it?
( , Wed 26 Nov 2008, 14:03, closed)
Blaarrrrg!
This is why I don't smoke and was never tempted. Dad chain smoked on every journey and I was carsick the whole way. Five fucking am on vacation and he would light up! I surprised none of us ever barfed while we were asleep and choked on it ala John Bonham.
( , Wed 26 Nov 2008, 15:50, closed)
This is why I don't smoke and was never tempted. Dad chain smoked on every journey and I was carsick the whole way. Five fucking am on vacation and he would light up! I surprised none of us ever barfed while we were asleep and choked on it ala John Bonham.
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