My mother wasn't strict....
She was just a worrier. It never seemed too bad as a young bairn but as I began to grow up and hit my teenage years it became the source of much tension in the Sutcliffe household.

For example, my Mam refused to give me and my brother a key for the house so we could let ourselves in after school. This meant that we had to go to a child minders (Some were canny, some were bullies who locked us in a cupboard) after school until my Grandma came and picked us up. This may not sound too bad but bear in mind I was 15 at the time. I'm suprised I didn't become a social outcast.

My Mam also wanted me in before she went to bed so she didn't worry. The only problem was that my Mam was a clean freak and was up at half 5 every morning gutting the house and dusting over me and my sleeping brother. This meant her bed time was usually quite early and my curfew even earlier. Up until the around 17 I was expected in at 9PM on the dot and if I was even five minutes later my mother would screech at me about how she had to go to work, I was inconsiderate etc. One day I just flat out refused to come back when I was expected and stayed out until my friends strolled home. My eardrum got one hell of a bashing that night but I appealed to the Court of Grandma who in no uncertain terms told my mam to stop being so bloody stupid. I love my Gran :) She's mint.

Due to her stupidly excessive cleaning habits she also has a fear of 'other people' coming into the house and messing it up, unless ofcourse they are girlfriends. She does however have a problem with girlfriends staying the night. Why? Not because we might wake her up with our excessive humping or we may have a blazing row but because she "doesn't want to be disturbed on a Saturday morning". I could understand if it was a week day but on a weekend!?

Best of all though is her skewed look at fashion...
-Once on holiday she disowned me for the full night because the jeans I was wearing had rips in them. She didn't understand that at the time it was fashionable to pay £30+ for some ripped jeans and actually wear them.
-Told me I would have to move out if I didn't get my hair cut. Since I was born i'd had short back and sides so I fancied a change (My cunt of a father used to dub us 'Mummy's little soliders'. Funniest thing he's ever said actually.) I grew it until I looked like Yoko Ono circa 'Imagine' just to really wind her up.
-Only let me wear football tops on week days because they were easier to wash than normal tops apparently.

Actually, she was strict.
(Peter Sutcliffe's Right Bollock, Tue 13 Mar 2007, 23:59, Reply)