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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Terrible grandparentingI've mentioned my grandparents briefly before. Horrible snobs and never had a nice think to say about me and my sisters. Wont have anything to do with my nephew who's mixed race and barely accept my adopted asian sister. In my youth they even admonished me for speaking with a broad Lancashire accent - like I could help it.
On their death beds I'm going to sit by their bed and relay every sordid detail of my hedonistic past - might even add a few things I haven't done just to really make their toes curl. E-by-gum.
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girlinthehole, Fri 17 Aug 2007, 13:59,
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