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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Can't touch this...
My friend Richard was banned by his parents from touching street lights, telegraph poles, electricity pylons and the like, presumably because they were under the impression that he'd one day climb one and get killed to death.
This was knowledge beaten into him with an iron fist by God-fearing parents that wouldn't let him fart without written permission.
So they told him that they were all wired to the mains and had 240 volts running through them, certain death to anyone damn fool enough to touch one.
This all came to a head the first time we played hide-and-seek with him in the street. The counting post was the street light outside our house, and Richard was understandbly reluctant to take his turn.
"Look, Rich," says I making to touch the street light, "there's nothing to worry about."
"DON'T TOUCH IT! DON'T TOUCH IT! YOU'LL DIE!!!"
I touched it, and didn't die.
Poor Richard, people really do wee their trousers when they're scared.
( , Mon 12 Mar 2007, 8:52, Reply)
My friend Richard was banned by his parents from touching street lights, telegraph poles, electricity pylons and the like, presumably because they were under the impression that he'd one day climb one and get killed to death.
This was knowledge beaten into him with an iron fist by God-fearing parents that wouldn't let him fart without written permission.
So they told him that they were all wired to the mains and had 240 volts running through them, certain death to anyone damn fool enough to touch one.
This all came to a head the first time we played hide-and-seek with him in the street. The counting post was the street light outside our house, and Richard was understandbly reluctant to take his turn.
"Look, Rich," says I making to touch the street light, "there's nothing to worry about."
"DON'T TOUCH IT! DON'T TOUCH IT! YOU'LL DIE!!!"
I touched it, and didn't die.
Poor Richard, people really do wee their trousers when they're scared.
( , Mon 12 Mar 2007, 8:52, Reply)
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