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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Serving Time
I must have been about 6, as I remember this happening before we moved from Merseyside, but I told my mates from school that my Dad was in Prison, embellishing a half heard telephone conversation between my Mum & someone.
Anyway the gossip of school mothers got the better of them, and they challenged my mother outside the primary school gates to find out what he was in for.
I had the living piss beaten out of me all of the way home by my Mother - and then slippered with punctuated beats "DON'T (SMACK)YOU (SMACK)EVER (SMACK) with her shiny rubber soled and beige nylon instruments of torture.
It turns out that my dad wasn't in the nick, he was "Serving time" as an apprentice. He didn't see the funny side of it either and beat the crap out of me too for bringing the family name into disrepute, when he got back.
( , Mon 19 Jan 2004, 19:43, Reply)
I must have been about 6, as I remember this happening before we moved from Merseyside, but I told my mates from school that my Dad was in Prison, embellishing a half heard telephone conversation between my Mum & someone.
Anyway the gossip of school mothers got the better of them, and they challenged my mother outside the primary school gates to find out what he was in for.
I had the living piss beaten out of me all of the way home by my Mother - and then slippered with punctuated beats "DON'T (SMACK)YOU (SMACK)EVER (SMACK) with her shiny rubber soled and beige nylon instruments of torture.
It turns out that my dad wasn't in the nick, he was "Serving time" as an apprentice. He didn't see the funny side of it either and beat the crap out of me too for bringing the family name into disrepute, when he got back.
( , Mon 19 Jan 2004, 19:43, Reply)
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