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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More fun with my mum. (No, wait, that sounds wrong...).
When he was a young 'un, my brother was a bit of a bad lad. Nothing entirely criminal, but enough to be slapped with an ASBO these days.
He'd always get himself in bother, and being the baby of the family, mum would always give him a telling off and that was it.
But, as he approached his 10th birthday, it seems my mum had seen enough. The reprimands were getting more severe, and the punishments worse (I remember one particular time he had to scrub the bathroom floor. With an old toothbrush).
Still our kid would get into bother but the final straw was him smashing a neighbour's window down the road, whilst my mum was out in the garden. She said nothing, just walked into the room, and phoned the coppers.
Yes, she shopped her 9 year old son to the cozzers.
Police car roars round the corner, shoves our kid in the back, takes him 50 yards up the road, to our house.
I've never seen my brother so upset. He was almost shitting tears. The best bit was when my mother said:
"I'd like you to lock him up".
Apparently the police can't do that, but it was enough for my brother to never even breathe in the wrong way again.
Again, another reason why me and my bro ended up on the straight and narrow, despite coming from a broken home and being raised on one of the roughest estates in England. My mum HAD to be strict.
( , Thu 8 Mar 2007, 21:34, Reply)
When he was a young 'un, my brother was a bit of a bad lad. Nothing entirely criminal, but enough to be slapped with an ASBO these days.
He'd always get himself in bother, and being the baby of the family, mum would always give him a telling off and that was it.
But, as he approached his 10th birthday, it seems my mum had seen enough. The reprimands were getting more severe, and the punishments worse (I remember one particular time he had to scrub the bathroom floor. With an old toothbrush).
Still our kid would get into bother but the final straw was him smashing a neighbour's window down the road, whilst my mum was out in the garden. She said nothing, just walked into the room, and phoned the coppers.
Yes, she shopped her 9 year old son to the cozzers.
Police car roars round the corner, shoves our kid in the back, takes him 50 yards up the road, to our house.
I've never seen my brother so upset. He was almost shitting tears. The best bit was when my mother said:
"I'd like you to lock him up".
Apparently the police can't do that, but it was enough for my brother to never even breathe in the wrong way again.
Again, another reason why me and my bro ended up on the straight and narrow, despite coming from a broken home and being raised on one of the roughest estates in England. My mum HAD to be strict.
( , Thu 8 Mar 2007, 21:34, Reply)
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