
Mrs Liveinabin tells us: My mum told me to eat my vegetables, or I wouldn't get any pudding. I'm 32 and told her I could do what I like. I ate my vegetables. Tell us about mums.
( , Thu 11 Feb 2010, 13:21)
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As a young lad I had a fear/loathing of barbers. The obnoxious bastard she used to take me to would push me around, in fact I think it was more him refusing to cut my hair than me refusing to go that resulted in me having my hair cut at home. Now, fashion never happened to me, so I wasn't worried about the bowl, or the blunt scissors. No, what instilled more of a dislike for hair care was a device I don't know the name for. It had the little prongs a trimmer has, but instead of electricity powering the thing, a razor blade was inserted, and the device dragged through the hair (supposedly to cut it, but more likely to just tear it out at the roots).
She had used this for years. In fact, she did my dad's hair the night before their wedding. What he hadn't told her, however, was that instead of the regular blunt blade, he'd changed it for a shiny new blade. One pull of the torture thing down the back of his head left him with a reverse mohecan.
In the morning, the boot polish came out to do the shoes, and also dad's head. Apparently the smell was quite distracting.
( , Sat 13 Feb 2010, 10:45, 13 replies)

My mum used to cut my hair at home.
She never got any better at it.
( , Sat 13 Feb 2010, 10:50, closed)

The joys of jumble sales eh?
( , Sat 13 Feb 2010, 11:02, closed)

Oh yes, says I, who's that then? Expecting a Saga type band a'playin'.
Black Sabbath!
I can honestly say I never saw that one coming!
( , Sat 13 Feb 2010, 12:00, closed)

Bay City Rollers; "Bay is for cooking, not for smoking"
Marilyn Manson; "Ooh she was good in "Some Like It Hot"
( , Sat 13 Feb 2010, 12:52, closed)

We used to call it the torture device.
Sat on the kitchen table with my shirt off, and her scraping that thing over my head.....
( , Sun 14 Feb 2010, 14:21, closed)

I immediately assumed you had a hairy chest!
But yes, it too, was named the torture device!
( , Tue 16 Feb 2010, 10:53, closed)

My mother used one of these "hair trimmers" on my hair for about 18 months, until one day I outright refused to let her near me with it.
The blade had never been changed in the entire time.
I burned the damned thing that evening.
A pre-teenage act of rebellion, or just survival?
Evil things.
( , Mon 15 Feb 2010, 0:57, closed)

Pure survival, especially to a teenager.
( , Tue 16 Feb 2010, 10:54, closed)


Ours was plastic.
Oops. That's way too big. Hold on.
( , Wed 17 Feb 2010, 21:19, closed)
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