I remember
my Dad telling me about one of his mates from school who fell through some ice on a local lake. Apparently when they found him, several metres from where he broke through, his fists were clenched as he drowned trying to break through the ice to the surface.
Of course, it may have been bullshit, but it meant I never went onto any frozen ponds or lakes as a kid, and wouldn't do so now, the mental image of trying to scratch or beat through a sheet of ice as my breath runs out remains as horrific today as it ever did.

My old man encouraging me or my brother onto some ice for a laugh is about as likely as him getting us to play chicken with the Inter City service to Euston, your Dad is truly a cunt.
(Rsoles, Wed 23 Dec 2009, 0:06, 2 replies)

My dad told me the same story.
Worked too. I shall tell my kids the same when I find someone silly enough to let me impregnate them.
(bblgoose, Wed 23 Dec 2009, 11:55, closed)

it wasn't a big pond, it was the garden one
and he only got his feet wet
( Citizen Cavy Admires your passion for conformity, Thu 24 Dec 2009, 10:36, closed)