Strict Parents
I always thought my parents were quite strict, but I can't think of anything they actually banned me from doing, whereas a good friend was under no circumstances allowed to watch ITV because of the adverts.
This week's Time Out mentions some poor sod who was banned from sitting in the aisle seats at cinemas because, according to their mother, "drug dealers patrol the aisles, injecting people in the arm."
What were you banned from doing as a kid by loopy parents?
( , Thu 8 Mar 2007, 12:37)
I always thought my parents were quite strict, but I can't think of anything they actually banned me from doing, whereas a good friend was under no circumstances allowed to watch ITV because of the adverts.
This week's Time Out mentions some poor sod who was banned from sitting in the aisle seats at cinemas because, according to their mother, "drug dealers patrol the aisles, injecting people in the arm."
What were you banned from doing as a kid by loopy parents?
( , Thu 8 Mar 2007, 12:37)
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When I was 15 or so, I went out carol-singing with some of the other villagerse; couple of hours singing, ending up at the Hare and Hounds where we'd do a few carols and get a drink each on the house.
This was the first time I'd done it, and as we didn't ever go to the pub in the village, I wasn't a familiar face. I looked rather older than 15, and when offered my free drink, chose a nice double dark rum.
I got home about 45 mins later and shouted a cheery rum-soaked "hullo" to the parents. My mother immediately knew I'd been drinking, and was quietly furious (which is worse than being loudly angry). So the following day, she marched me to the Hare and Hounds, and made me, in front of all the punters (including some rather fit Young Farmers) apologise to the landlord for not having told him I was underage! WTF? Shurely he should have been the one being bollocked?!
Anyway, I was far too humiliated to go there again for...erm...6 years...I suppose she managed to stop be being one of those teenage binge-drinkers that are such a blight on rural Cambridgeshire. And yes that was sarcastic. Damn you mother!
( , Thu 8 Mar 2007, 14:14, Reply)
When I was 15 or so, I went out carol-singing with some of the other villagerse; couple of hours singing, ending up at the Hare and Hounds where we'd do a few carols and get a drink each on the house.
This was the first time I'd done it, and as we didn't ever go to the pub in the village, I wasn't a familiar face. I looked rather older than 15, and when offered my free drink, chose a nice double dark rum.
I got home about 45 mins later and shouted a cheery rum-soaked "hullo" to the parents. My mother immediately knew I'd been drinking, and was quietly furious (which is worse than being loudly angry). So the following day, she marched me to the Hare and Hounds, and made me, in front of all the punters (including some rather fit Young Farmers) apologise to the landlord for not having told him I was underage! WTF? Shurely he should have been the one being bollocked?!
Anyway, I was far too humiliated to go there again for...erm...6 years...I suppose she managed to stop be being one of those teenage binge-drinkers that are such a blight on rural Cambridgeshire. And yes that was sarcastic. Damn you mother!
( , Thu 8 Mar 2007, 14:14, Reply)
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