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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Strict about the most rubbish things
My parents are fairly odd in the parenting stakes. They're really very liberal about most things, but completely neurotic about tiny irrelevant things.
For example, I was once snorting a line of coke off the kitchen table when my mum came in. She went absolutely mental...
Because I was snorting coke?
noooooo
Because I'd scratched the fucking kitchen table whilst cutting the lines out.
Another fine example was when I'd failed my first year at uni because I spent my entire loan on alcohol and didn't go to any lectures at all. Not only that, I kind of neglected to tell my parents until the end of the second year (the second first year...) that i'd failed again.
The moment came when i finally had to spill the beans. Apparently i turned an unpleasant shade of green and nervously stuttered out my admission. Fully expecting a 3 hour lecture/screaming/shouting/beating extravaganza, it was just 'OK, that was silly, but what are you going to do from here...etc'.
However, whenever I'd say that i'd be out for dinner, then my plans changed and actually i was going to be in, it'd be World War 3 with much screaming and gesticulating (regardless of whether the meal had started cooking or not).
( , Sun 11 Mar 2007, 16:43, Reply)
My parents are fairly odd in the parenting stakes. They're really very liberal about most things, but completely neurotic about tiny irrelevant things.
For example, I was once snorting a line of coke off the kitchen table when my mum came in. She went absolutely mental...
Because I was snorting coke?
noooooo
Because I'd scratched the fucking kitchen table whilst cutting the lines out.
Another fine example was when I'd failed my first year at uni because I spent my entire loan on alcohol and didn't go to any lectures at all. Not only that, I kind of neglected to tell my parents until the end of the second year (the second first year...) that i'd failed again.
The moment came when i finally had to spill the beans. Apparently i turned an unpleasant shade of green and nervously stuttered out my admission. Fully expecting a 3 hour lecture/screaming/shouting/beating extravaganza, it was just 'OK, that was silly, but what are you going to do from here...etc'.
However, whenever I'd say that i'd be out for dinner, then my plans changed and actually i was going to be in, it'd be World War 3 with much screaming and gesticulating (regardless of whether the meal had started cooking or not).
( , Sun 11 Mar 2007, 16:43, Reply)
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