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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seaside woes
Every Sunday afternoon in-season (maybe late March through to late Sept) we would go on a 'run out to the seaside', unless there was a hurricane or there was "summat up with the car", usually because my dad would buy 12 year old Vauxhall Vivas. It alternated on a weekly basis between Withernsea and Hornsea.
The routine would start with paying 20p to park in the carpark. Get out the car, get dragged around the market, which was always packed and basically involved lots of shuffling past people, which when your 7, is no fun at all.
Finally exit market having bought nothing (as happened every week). Head back past the bemusement arcades, which were decidedly antiquated even then. In fact the whole town looked like one of those small slips of paper you get in a stick of rock, which usually shows a seaside scene taken in the 1950s.
Mum would give me 50p, which I would take to the change-lady (who always looked piss-miserable) who would exchange it for a coin-bag full of pennies, which I would go funnel into one-arm bandits and other penny slot-machines. I think the most modern arcade game they had was Monaco GP, Pong, and the table version of Space Invaders, but they needed 5p, and I only had pennies.
Leave the bemusements, go on beach. Help my dad shift two hundredweight of pebbles, stones and cobbles into the sea.
Leave beach, buy hotdog and/or chips, visit the toilet, go sit in car.
Crack open flask of tea. Drink tea, sit in car listening to an country & western compilation 8-track cartridge. Go home.
There's nothing as British as going to the seaside and sitting in the car. The sad part of it is that you couldn't see the sea from the carpark.
( , Thu 27 Nov 2008, 1:46, 2 replies)
Every Sunday afternoon in-season (maybe late March through to late Sept) we would go on a 'run out to the seaside', unless there was a hurricane or there was "summat up with the car", usually because my dad would buy 12 year old Vauxhall Vivas. It alternated on a weekly basis between Withernsea and Hornsea.
The routine would start with paying 20p to park in the carpark. Get out the car, get dragged around the market, which was always packed and basically involved lots of shuffling past people, which when your 7, is no fun at all.
Finally exit market having bought nothing (as happened every week). Head back past the bemusement arcades, which were decidedly antiquated even then. In fact the whole town looked like one of those small slips of paper you get in a stick of rock, which usually shows a seaside scene taken in the 1950s.
Mum would give me 50p, which I would take to the change-lady (who always looked piss-miserable) who would exchange it for a coin-bag full of pennies, which I would go funnel into one-arm bandits and other penny slot-machines. I think the most modern arcade game they had was Monaco GP, Pong, and the table version of Space Invaders, but they needed 5p, and I only had pennies.
Leave the bemusements, go on beach. Help my dad shift two hundredweight of pebbles, stones and cobbles into the sea.
Leave beach, buy hotdog and/or chips, visit the toilet, go sit in car.
Crack open flask of tea. Drink tea, sit in car listening to an country & western compilation 8-track cartridge. Go home.
There's nothing as British as going to the seaside and sitting in the car. The sad part of it is that you couldn't see the sea from the carpark.
( , Thu 27 Nov 2008, 1:46, 2 replies)
Teddy's! The place to be in Withernsea!
Fuck, I remember Wiverensea market well.......gah!
And I saw the lighthouse FIRST!
( , Thu 27 Nov 2008, 5:15, closed)
Fuck, I remember Wiverensea market well.......gah!
And I saw the lighthouse FIRST!
( , Thu 27 Nov 2008, 5:15, closed)
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