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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Banned Words
In my house we had banned words. Not the sweary ones, they weren't so much banned as unthinkable (this was a long time ago). You see my Mum had her troubles and was easily provoked to tears, shouting or random slappings. And one of the things that provoked her was our childish habit of incessantly repeating whatever words or phrases caught our fancy. The ones I remember, all from kids programmes: "Squidgy Bod" which we took to singing to the Robin Hood theme tune, "Beaker beaker", our take on the noise made by the munchkins in a Wizard of Oz cartoon and my personal favourite, Tex Tucker. Tex was a handsome puppet cowboy from Four Feather Falls. He was my first crush and for some reason, which I won't spell out for some reason, my three year old self found it tremendously exciting to use my parents bed as a trampoline and bounce up and down whilst chanting "Tex Tucker! Tex Tucker!" at the top of my voice.
Naturally the ban only made the words in question much funnier. Well into our teens my brother and I could and would drive our poor Mum frantic by squeaking "Beaker beaker" and treating her to bursts of the Squidgy Bod song. I was over that Tucker guy though.
( , Fri 9 Mar 2007, 1:03, Reply)
In my house we had banned words. Not the sweary ones, they weren't so much banned as unthinkable (this was a long time ago). You see my Mum had her troubles and was easily provoked to tears, shouting or random slappings. And one of the things that provoked her was our childish habit of incessantly repeating whatever words or phrases caught our fancy. The ones I remember, all from kids programmes: "Squidgy Bod" which we took to singing to the Robin Hood theme tune, "Beaker beaker", our take on the noise made by the munchkins in a Wizard of Oz cartoon and my personal favourite, Tex Tucker. Tex was a handsome puppet cowboy from Four Feather Falls. He was my first crush and for some reason, which I won't spell out for some reason, my three year old self found it tremendously exciting to use my parents bed as a trampoline and bounce up and down whilst chanting "Tex Tucker! Tex Tucker!" at the top of my voice.
Naturally the ban only made the words in question much funnier. Well into our teens my brother and I could and would drive our poor Mum frantic by squeaking "Beaker beaker" and treating her to bursts of the Squidgy Bod song. I was over that Tucker guy though.
( , Fri 9 Mar 2007, 1:03, Reply)
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