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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Bastard Parents Part II : Chilli AbuseMy dysfunctionals are both quite adept chefs in their own way and our Saturday night treat was a curry - usually home cooked. Now Dad could quite easily manage a Vindaloo without raising an eyebrow, but the rest of us would be gagging on our poppadums at the sniff of a Chicken Joe Frasier.
You might argue that he was being cruel by making us all eat hot curries but very soon my mum seems to have developed an asbestos tongue, whenever she made one I'd manage half of it before dunking my head in a cold bath. Naturally, a side effect of this was their miracle cure-all properties which would batter even the sturdiest cold into submission within 48 hours, I kid you not.
No, none of the above is cruel. But what was cruel was a prank that Dad played on our unwitting Boxer dog who used to pounce on any falling titbits from the table. Dad decided to cure her of this habit by "accidentally" dropping a chilli on the floor. Along comes hungry Boxer who hoovers up the chilli and is stopped in her tracks quite suddenly. She spits the chilli out and starts growling at it and being the tenacious mutt she was had another go at it. Poor doggo spent five minutes trying to scuff the chilli and eventually managed it, much to the amusement of dad. Bastard.
Edit - Dad wasn't quite so chuffed when our poor dog developed a vicious bout of flatulence and subsequent canine "Johnny Cash Syndrome".
(, Wed 14 Mar 2007, 16:12, Reply)
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