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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as I entered late adolescence (back in the days when 'late adolescence' meant exactly that, and not between the ages of 25 and 49 as it does now), my mum told us that we were quite entitled to go down the pub and have a few beers, but if we were to come home drunk we would have to sleep on the doorstep.
My brother had a mate (let's call him Esmond) who mum was very fond of. One night they went off to the pub and, sure enough, came home steaming drunk. Not only that, they had been in a fight.
Rather than make them sleep on the doorstep (and bleed to death), mum rushed to the door with an 'Oh God what's happened?', brought them in, dressed Esmond's wounds and basically made a real fuss of him.
I don't think we ever came home sober after that.
( , Fri 9 Mar 2007, 9:50, Reply)
as I entered late adolescence (back in the days when 'late adolescence' meant exactly that, and not between the ages of 25 and 49 as it does now), my mum told us that we were quite entitled to go down the pub and have a few beers, but if we were to come home drunk we would have to sleep on the doorstep.
My brother had a mate (let's call him Esmond) who mum was very fond of. One night they went off to the pub and, sure enough, came home steaming drunk. Not only that, they had been in a fight.
Rather than make them sleep on the doorstep (and bleed to death), mum rushed to the door with an 'Oh God what's happened?', brought them in, dressed Esmond's wounds and basically made a real fuss of him.
I don't think we ever came home sober after that.
( , Fri 9 Mar 2007, 9:50, Reply)
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