Grounded
When I were but 13, my father was a bus driver here in Exeter.
I arrived home from school one afternoon to one of the all time greatest bollockings of my young life.
I was grounded for 2 weeks on the spot. Why? you ask.
Simple, my father, while driving a bus, had seen me at the local shopping centre in uniform while I should have been in school. At least he thought he had. It wasn't me, in fact I knew exactly who it was, it was another kid called Richard who looked more than a little like me. I protested of course, I was a good lad (at that time) but to no avail, grounded I was for two weeks for bunking off of school when I'd never gone within a hundred feet of the front gate.
My own bloody father couldn't spot that the person in question wasn't his bloody son.
(The Cosmic Fool Became aware that the bird is indeed the word on, Mon 4 Jun 2007, 8:23, Reply)