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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When I was about 7
My parents took me to Crete on holiday, and my parents being my parents quickly managed to make friends with the locals (who probably thought they were tourist tosspots and just smiled and thought of the mighty tourist buck they were making. Anyway, the people that ran the local Avis car hire invited us to their house to meet their kids and join in the traditional grecian easter festivities. To start with all was good, despite the language barrier me and the kids got on and were playing as kids do (running round and screaming), and then we sat down to dinner. First course was a bowl of murky green sludge, my mum told me it was asparagus soup and "you like it". I didn't, it was foul. But still, being a well mannered boy I ate it all and even accepted the offer of seconds. My stomach wasn't the same for the rest of the 2 week holiday.
Fast forward 14 years to my 21st birhday and I'm out with my family prior to a propper debauch, and we're sitting in a rather swank resteraunt. "What are you having to start?" My mother asks. "Well definitely not the asparagus soup I bloody hate that". When pressed for an explanation I reminded her of the time in crete and the asparagus soup. "Oh that wasn't asparagus" she replied. "I told you that so you'd eat it". "Well what was it?". "ummmm......sheeps intestine soup. The green bits were the guts"
( , Fri 16 Jan 2004, 19:00, Reply)
My parents took me to Crete on holiday, and my parents being my parents quickly managed to make friends with the locals (who probably thought they were tourist tosspots and just smiled and thought of the mighty tourist buck they were making. Anyway, the people that ran the local Avis car hire invited us to their house to meet their kids and join in the traditional grecian easter festivities. To start with all was good, despite the language barrier me and the kids got on and were playing as kids do (running round and screaming), and then we sat down to dinner. First course was a bowl of murky green sludge, my mum told me it was asparagus soup and "you like it". I didn't, it was foul. But still, being a well mannered boy I ate it all and even accepted the offer of seconds. My stomach wasn't the same for the rest of the 2 week holiday.
Fast forward 14 years to my 21st birhday and I'm out with my family prior to a propper debauch, and we're sitting in a rather swank resteraunt. "What are you having to start?" My mother asks. "Well definitely not the asparagus soup I bloody hate that". When pressed for an explanation I reminded her of the time in crete and the asparagus soup. "Oh that wasn't asparagus" she replied. "I told you that so you'd eat it". "Well what was it?". "ummmm......sheeps intestine soup. The green bits were the guts"
( , Fri 16 Jan 2004, 19:00, Reply)
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