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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Ritual humiliationIf you ever thought your parents were embarissing you haven't lived.
My parents were Morris dancers. This of course caused great amusement to the other kids at school who decided I obviously must be one too.
That arguament that one kids Dad was a drunk and anothers mum a shoplifter meaning they must be too only got me into a fight.
Ironically the whole morris thing was fun, by the time I was 11 years old I'd been in more British pubs around the country than most people do in their whole lives. Live music, week long festivals at the seaside and travelling all over the country. It was great for me as a kid...
... but once a teenager it was my dirty secret.
For not keeping their shame hidden in public I brand them terrible parents.
Also I was a latch key kid from my 2nd day at junior school (aged 7), used to come home and use the key on a string round my neck to let myself in, get some coco pops and watch tv until mum got home later.
(, Thu 16 Aug 2007, 13:53, Reply)
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