Lies Your Parents Told You
I once overheard a neighbour use the phrase "nig nog". I asked my father what it meant. As quick as a flash he said, "It's a type of biscuit. A bit like a hobnob." Can you beat this? BTW: We're keeping this thread open for an extra week as we're enjoying the stories so much.
( , Wed 14 Jan 2004, 13:29)
I once overheard a neighbour use the phrase "nig nog". I asked my father what it meant. As quick as a flash he said, "It's a type of biscuit. A bit like a hobnob." Can you beat this? BTW: We're keeping this thread open for an extra week as we're enjoying the stories so much.
( , Wed 14 Jan 2004, 13:29)
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Tartan
When I was a litte kid, my mum took me and my brother to buy our first kilts.
She picked out a tartan, and told me that was our Clan tartan. Fully chuffed, I wore my kilt with pride.
Fast-forward twenty years: While preparing for our wedding, my mum phoned up to ask how it was going.
Me: "Good, Mum. Just organising the kilt hire."
Mum: "Oh, good. What tartan are you going to have?"
Me: "What do you mean? The Gordon, of course! The family tartan!"
Mum: "What are you talking about? We don't have a family tartan!"
Me (identity wailing into the depths): "What? It's Gordon. You told me it was the Gordon! We're in the Gordon clan!"
Mum: "Don't be silly, son. That just went with my dress at the time. Anyway, what about the flowers?"
Me: "whimper"
Some people on here say "I believed this until I was 7/6/9". I believed her lies until I was twenty-bloody-six!
( , Fri 16 Jan 2004, 16:15, Reply)
When I was a litte kid, my mum took me and my brother to buy our first kilts.
She picked out a tartan, and told me that was our Clan tartan. Fully chuffed, I wore my kilt with pride.
Fast-forward twenty years: While preparing for our wedding, my mum phoned up to ask how it was going.
Me: "Good, Mum. Just organising the kilt hire."
Mum: "Oh, good. What tartan are you going to have?"
Me: "What do you mean? The Gordon, of course! The family tartan!"
Mum: "What are you talking about? We don't have a family tartan!"
Me (identity wailing into the depths): "What? It's Gordon. You told me it was the Gordon! We're in the Gordon clan!"
Mum: "Don't be silly, son. That just went with my dress at the time. Anyway, what about the flowers?"
Me: "whimper"
Some people on here say "I believed this until I was 7/6/9". I believed her lies until I was twenty-bloody-six!
( , Fri 16 Jan 2004, 16:15, Reply)
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