Strict ParentsI 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?
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chthonic, Thu 8 Mar 2007, 12:37)
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Staying with the G ParentsI had to crash friday and saturdays at my nans (dads mum and dad) across town from the ages of about 10 to 14. This was 20 years back from now
At heart, they would help out anyone. But, there was a price.
No ITV (putrid) no Benny Hill (very putrid). I was no allowed to know best on anything. Whether it was something i knew about or not.
Computers would never last, the car pressure washer thingy was not to be used as the first time the ballcock in the roof went wrong and that was either me or the washer. (it was neither and a random failure)
Bizarrely 9.05pm everynight was coffee time (just before bed?) and 7.30am was time to get up to go shopping. Sainsburys by 930am, back home for 11 and then back to tescos for around 1.30. *sweet jesus do both at the same time as they were NEXT to each other*
I was banned from everything. the knitting machine was probably the best fun there - and making a jumper of my own in a crazy design would make it just about bearable.
But no, after i successfully made a back to my jumper i was then banned -FOREVER- from using the machine. It was also consigned to the loft for its part in usurping the G Rents from their position of power.
They would also never buy their council house (even with the long term tenant pukka deal) as it was a terrace and they would not own the 2 walls either side. They lived their for 55 years all told and paid rent the whole time.
My dad was banned from leaving school - and did so at 14 as you could then. He got a job, and then was banned from marrying my mum 3 years later. 18 years and one day old my day marries my mum to near eternal slip from grace.
I tell you it has taken me 20 years to pick myself up from this type of family pain. It sounds so innocous, but 4 years of this really gives the 10 year olf character a hit.
I even hit my dad on GCSE day as he gave a line( not his fault but his conditioning) - "only 1 B, if you got that for that - why not for everything else". Delivered as per my nans style.
Aaarrrrghhhhh - splat.
Thats what strictness can do to you if its abitrarily applied to everything. At some point it snaps.
We are all good these days, but looking back those were strange old days.
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bazza van der trance , ooh baby baby, baby baby. Get up on this., Mon 12 Mar 2007, 10:44,
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