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 dad againBack in the late 90s my mum got a new job which meant she worked late. Me and my brothers would go to respective mates' houses after school for tea and then get dropped home. Dad would stop off at the local pub on the way home for dinner and a few stiff ones.
On occasion he would realise he was a bit too squiffy to drive and would call home. Since our local was only about half a mile away I would then get on my bike, cycle down, stick my bike in the boot and drive us home.
This happened a coupla times a month from when i was 13 to 16.
Passed my driving test with flying colours though.
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