Schadenfreude
There's nothing like administering first aid to cyclist who has just spanged into the back of a milk float when you have tears of laughter running down your face. The world is just one long episode of You've Been Framed - when have you laughed at the misfortune of others?
Suggested by althechristmasgeordie
( , Thu 17 Dec 2009, 12:05)
There's nothing like administering first aid to cyclist who has just spanged into the back of a milk float when you have tears of laughter running down your face. The world is just one long episode of You've Been Framed - when have you laughed at the misfortune of others?
Suggested by althechristmasgeordie
( , Thu 17 Dec 2009, 12:05)
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My younger brother was my parents' favourite
and still is. Y'know - he was bought things and taken out when I wasn't, and got away with more, and so on.
Anyway...
I didn't actually begrudge the favouritism because I knew no different, but now and then I'd have my nose rubbed in it. Like when our father gave him and not me a watch.
The watch was of an old-fashioned wind-up fob type, quite useless really to a lad of 9, and indeed all Bro did with it was open the back and prod at the springs with a screwdriver.
When our mother heard me warn him against doing this she threatened me with a belting for being 'just jealous!'
Fair enough. I watched the spring-prodding in silence after that, waiting with interest for the day when Bro'd go too far.
Didn't take long - a few days later he opened the back, commenced the usual prodding and then jumped back in shock as the entire guts of the watch exploded everywhere.
He groaned in shock, 'My watch!' as I collapsed in hysterics, and I immediately collected a severe beating for laughing at poor Bro's rotten luck.
It was WELL worth it.
The watch was never spoken of again.
( , Tue 22 Dec 2009, 15:21, 2 replies)
and still is. Y'know - he was bought things and taken out when I wasn't, and got away with more, and so on.
Anyway...
I didn't actually begrudge the favouritism because I knew no different, but now and then I'd have my nose rubbed in it. Like when our father gave him and not me a watch.
The watch was of an old-fashioned wind-up fob type, quite useless really to a lad of 9, and indeed all Bro did with it was open the back and prod at the springs with a screwdriver.
When our mother heard me warn him against doing this she threatened me with a belting for being 'just jealous!'
Fair enough. I watched the spring-prodding in silence after that, waiting with interest for the day when Bro'd go too far.
Didn't take long - a few days later he opened the back, commenced the usual prodding and then jumped back in shock as the entire guts of the watch exploded everywhere.
He groaned in shock, 'My watch!' as I collapsed in hysterics, and I immediately collected a severe beating for laughing at poor Bro's rotten luck.
It was WELL worth it.
The watch was never spoken of again.
( , Tue 22 Dec 2009, 15:21, 2 replies)
Kids were routinely battered in those days
well, we were so we assumed everyone was.
This was 40-odd years ago.
( , Tue 22 Dec 2009, 16:08, closed)
well, we were so we assumed everyone was.
This was 40-odd years ago.
( , Tue 22 Dec 2009, 16:08, closed)
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