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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I got done
The dreaded Grange Hill-esque act of being caught shoplifting happened to me when I was about thirteen.
After my mum tearfully picked me up from the police station with my Brother and Sister in tow sniggering, the tense car journey home was made all the worse with the words "Wait til your Father gets home" ringing in my ears.
I was sent to my room to await my fate.
Once my drunken Father came home , I heard his happy whistling turn into a roar of anger as he hurtled up the stairs toward me. I braced myself as he kicked open the door and launched himself into a frenzy.
About fifteen minutes of him kicking and punching me round the room ensued, along with yanking my "stupid fucking hair" and threatening to rip it off my head.
Embarassingly enough I had been caught stealing a 'Monster Squad' video, so dear old dad removed each of my prized videos from my collection one by one and stamped them to pieces in front of me.
"Not the Batman pleeeaseā¦"
I found that quite strict.
( , Fri 9 Mar 2007, 15:01, Reply)
The dreaded Grange Hill-esque act of being caught shoplifting happened to me when I was about thirteen.
After my mum tearfully picked me up from the police station with my Brother and Sister in tow sniggering, the tense car journey home was made all the worse with the words "Wait til your Father gets home" ringing in my ears.
I was sent to my room to await my fate.
Once my drunken Father came home , I heard his happy whistling turn into a roar of anger as he hurtled up the stairs toward me. I braced myself as he kicked open the door and launched himself into a frenzy.
About fifteen minutes of him kicking and punching me round the room ensued, along with yanking my "stupid fucking hair" and threatening to rip it off my head.
Embarassingly enough I had been caught stealing a 'Monster Squad' video, so dear old dad removed each of my prized videos from my collection one by one and stamped them to pieces in front of me.
"Not the Batman pleeeaseā¦"
I found that quite strict.
( , Fri 9 Mar 2007, 15:01, Reply)
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