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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helly Christmas
One Boxing Day, my mum insisted that we go to visit her brother. Me and my sisiter said we didn't want to go because he was a thuggish, violent drunk and his kids were all illiterate criminals.
So my mother made us give all our Christmas presents back. We retaliated and made her give hers back to us. After a few days, she relented and agreed to return our presents.
I couldn't offer to do the same - I'd sold her presents to my mates. Nor did I much care to have hers returned. As usual, she'd bought me cheap clothes I'd never wear. That was the last Christmas we ever bought each other presents.
Should I be consulting a psychiatrist on this stuff ...?
EDIT: This same uncle once bought his five sons bicycles for Christmas. When they woke him up at dawn on Christmas Day, he made them cut their bikes up with hacksaws as a punishment.
( , Fri 9 Mar 2007, 12:50, Reply)
One Boxing Day, my mum insisted that we go to visit her brother. Me and my sisiter said we didn't want to go because he was a thuggish, violent drunk and his kids were all illiterate criminals.
So my mother made us give all our Christmas presents back. We retaliated and made her give hers back to us. After a few days, she relented and agreed to return our presents.
I couldn't offer to do the same - I'd sold her presents to my mates. Nor did I much care to have hers returned. As usual, she'd bought me cheap clothes I'd never wear. That was the last Christmas we ever bought each other presents.
Should I be consulting a psychiatrist on this stuff ...?
EDIT: This same uncle once bought his five sons bicycles for Christmas. When they woke him up at dawn on Christmas Day, he made them cut their bikes up with hacksaws as a punishment.
( , Fri 9 Mar 2007, 12:50, Reply)
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