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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Memories of The Main Road...
We weren't allowed near The Main Road. It wasn't named, but we knew where it was, about 3 streets away from our house.
Well! One has to try these things. Aged about 8, I sneaked off and had a look for myself.
I saw a wide street with a couple of pubs and some shops, two or three cars and a bloke with a dog. Didn't look too bad, but felt, you know, dangerous.
These days, that same stretch of road is gridlocked 12 hours a day and all the former shops are takeaways or gimmicky pubs.
Every night it's thronged with students and Polish immigrants getting bladdered. You can buy whatever you want, as long as it's not legal, and if you can hang onto your wallet.
Mother, you were right. It took 40 years, but you were right.
( , Tue 13 Mar 2007, 9:18, Reply)
We weren't allowed near The Main Road. It wasn't named, but we knew where it was, about 3 streets away from our house.
Well! One has to try these things. Aged about 8, I sneaked off and had a look for myself.
I saw a wide street with a couple of pubs and some shops, two or three cars and a bloke with a dog. Didn't look too bad, but felt, you know, dangerous.
These days, that same stretch of road is gridlocked 12 hours a day and all the former shops are takeaways or gimmicky pubs.
Every night it's thronged with students and Polish immigrants getting bladdered. You can buy whatever you want, as long as it's not legal, and if you can hang onto your wallet.
Mother, you were right. It took 40 years, but you were right.
( , Tue 13 Mar 2007, 9:18, Reply)
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