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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Jaws
Jaws: we never got to see it because somebody went to see it and their hair went white then fell out *overnight* apparently.
Hitch-hiking: finally got to the bottom of this one and my mum was nearly raped when hitch-hiking round France aged 17, had to pull a rather pathetic looking pen knife (an opinel remember them?)on two escaped prisoners who'd picked them up in a stolen car (clue - they tried to put the luggage in the back - the boot was in the front in this car)
No TV till 5, no colour TV till ?14?
TV doled out on a 'credit' system, large, rather weighty and dreadfully dull orange penguin paperbacks had to be read before TV was allowed. Memorable injustices included 'The Highland Clearances' by J.Prebble being worth a paultry 5hrs. The fucker is 336 pages long (thanks amazon) and I was only 12. It's a wonder I ever read a book for pleasure again.
Still, man today, etc.
( , Thu 8 Mar 2007, 16:07, Reply)
Jaws: we never got to see it because somebody went to see it and their hair went white then fell out *overnight* apparently.
Hitch-hiking: finally got to the bottom of this one and my mum was nearly raped when hitch-hiking round France aged 17, had to pull a rather pathetic looking pen knife (an opinel remember them?)on two escaped prisoners who'd picked them up in a stolen car (clue - they tried to put the luggage in the back - the boot was in the front in this car)
No TV till 5, no colour TV till ?14?
TV doled out on a 'credit' system, large, rather weighty and dreadfully dull orange penguin paperbacks had to be read before TV was allowed. Memorable injustices included 'The Highland Clearances' by J.Prebble being worth a paultry 5hrs. The fucker is 336 pages long (thanks amazon) and I was only 12. It's a wonder I ever read a book for pleasure again.
Still, man today, etc.
( , Thu 8 Mar 2007, 16:07, Reply)
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