Terrible ParentingMy parents used to lock my brother, sister and I in the car while they went to the pub for a "quick one" after work. This quick one might last several hours, during which they would send bottles of Indian Tonic Water to us by way of refreshment.
On one particularly cold evening, bored stupid, we lit a small bonfire on the back seat of the car using the cigarette lighter and the contents of the glove box. We owe our lives to passing winos. (BTW: Please no more Maddie or Jesus gags, they've been done.)
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 16 Aug 2007, 9:47)
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My parentsused to tell me that if I was bad they'd have me picked up by the knackers.
Now that doesn't mean what you think it means. You see, we lived close to a slaughterhouse (not as bad as it sounds) and the lorries from the local knackery used to come in to pick up the bits left over after the butchers were finished.
I used to be terrified of these lorries. Scarred me for life.
I have never yet been picked up by the knackers, I'm glad to say.
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K2k6 has a proper job these days, Thu 16 Aug 2007, 10:00,
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