Spoilt Brats
Mr Newton sighs, "ever known anyone so spoilt you would love to strangle? I lived with a Paris Hilton-a-like who complained about everything, stomped her feet and whinged till she got her way. There was a happy ending though: she had to drop out of uni due to becoming pregnant after a one night stand..."
Who's the spoiltest person you've met? Has karma come to bite them yet? Or did you in fact end up strangling them? Uncle B3ta (and the serious crimes squad) wants to know.
( , Thu 9 Oct 2008, 14:11)
Mr Newton sighs, "ever known anyone so spoilt you would love to strangle? I lived with a Paris Hilton-a-like who complained about everything, stomped her feet and whinged till she got her way. There was a happy ending though: she had to drop out of uni due to becoming pregnant after a one night stand..."
Who's the spoiltest person you've met? Has karma come to bite them yet? Or did you in fact end up strangling them? Uncle B3ta (and the serious crimes squad) wants to know.
( , Thu 9 Oct 2008, 14:11)
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Children in restaurants
I went for a bite to eat one sunday in the Marriott near where the clan live with some of the aforementioned clan. Top scran for a Sunday lunch. Wine list was taking the piss though.
Upon arriving we were greeted by a packed restaurant. It was, expectedly, a little noisy, but one sound stood out above all - an infant banging the top of a knife repeatedly on the table – as in, half-machine gun speed BANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANG!!!
We endeavoured to persevere.
Eventually its parent took the knife away but only after some lunatic the other side of the restaurant started banging his knife on the table too in what could have been an exchange of Morse code.
Most effective, I must say.
Other children were running about and screaming at each other so the same mad genius of the aforementioned Morse code incident spoke quite loudly that it was the duty of all adults when confronted with unruly, unsupervised children in public places to ensure that said orphaned scallywags should not escape the day without having been introduced to the word. ‘Fuck’.
Again, so efficacious was our hero’s means that not another sugar-propelled snot machine passed the table for the duration of the
sojourn.
I am a spoilt brat.
rafter
baz
( , Fri 10 Oct 2008, 15:18, 3 replies)
I went for a bite to eat one sunday in the Marriott near where the clan live with some of the aforementioned clan. Top scran for a Sunday lunch. Wine list was taking the piss though.
Upon arriving we were greeted by a packed restaurant. It was, expectedly, a little noisy, but one sound stood out above all - an infant banging the top of a knife repeatedly on the table – as in, half-machine gun speed BANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANG!!!
We endeavoured to persevere.
Eventually its parent took the knife away but only after some lunatic the other side of the restaurant started banging his knife on the table too in what could have been an exchange of Morse code.
Most effective, I must say.
Other children were running about and screaming at each other so the same mad genius of the aforementioned Morse code incident spoke quite loudly that it was the duty of all adults when confronted with unruly, unsupervised children in public places to ensure that said orphaned scallywags should not escape the day without having been introduced to the word. ‘Fuck’.
Again, so efficacious was our hero’s means that not another sugar-propelled snot machine passed the table for the duration of the
sojourn.
I am a spoilt brat.
rafter
baz
( , Fri 10 Oct 2008, 15:18, 3 replies)
We had a kid like that
I don't know how many meals we boxed up and took away from a restaurant at the first sign of misbehaving. One night the husband and I ate in shifts while the other one was in the car with Destructo-Boy. As we got up to leave, a lavendar haired little old lady tottered up to us. "Oh no," I thought. "She's going to yell at us for being shit parents!"
No, it was to thank us for removing our devil spawn from the eyes and ears of the other diners.
Whew!
( , Sun 12 Oct 2008, 4:58, closed)
I don't know how many meals we boxed up and took away from a restaurant at the first sign of misbehaving. One night the husband and I ate in shifts while the other one was in the car with Destructo-Boy. As we got up to leave, a lavendar haired little old lady tottered up to us. "Oh no," I thought. "She's going to yell at us for being shit parents!"
No, it was to thank us for removing our devil spawn from the eyes and ears of the other diners.
Whew!
( , Sun 12 Oct 2008, 4:58, closed)
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