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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Mountain Bikes
When I was a young teenager, my mother wouldn’t let me have a mountain bike because "main roads are too dangerous, cars whiz by you and knock you off".
A few years ago at the tender age of 26 I decided to buy myself a mountain bike. When I told my mum over the telephone I might as well have been 14 again, "cars whiz by and knock cyclists off blah blah blah", so I did the whole "I’m a grown man mother, if I want a mountain bike I will exercise my right as a fully grown man to be a grown up...." etc, etc, etc.
So off I go on my shiny new 18-geared aluminium framed "Giant" to discover the joys of 2-wheeled self-propelled travel, and fuck me if cars don’t whiz by you inches away almost knocking you off. Those main roads are death traps!
Mum knows best.
( , Mon 12 Mar 2007, 11:55, Reply)
When I was a young teenager, my mother wouldn’t let me have a mountain bike because "main roads are too dangerous, cars whiz by you and knock you off".
A few years ago at the tender age of 26 I decided to buy myself a mountain bike. When I told my mum over the telephone I might as well have been 14 again, "cars whiz by and knock cyclists off blah blah blah", so I did the whole "I’m a grown man mother, if I want a mountain bike I will exercise my right as a fully grown man to be a grown up...." etc, etc, etc.
So off I go on my shiny new 18-geared aluminium framed "Giant" to discover the joys of 2-wheeled self-propelled travel, and fuck me if cars don’t whiz by you inches away almost knocking you off. Those main roads are death traps!
Mum knows best.
( , Mon 12 Mar 2007, 11:55, Reply)
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