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 parentswere normal so I had to generate my own bad parenting. I did this by getting lost in every shopping centre possible and would then make my way to the information desk to announce I'd been abandoned.
Throughout my childhood my parents had to listen as 'Can Mr and Mrs Sneep please come to the information point to collect their son' boomed out into every shopping centre they visited.
If I was proper evil I could have asked the lady in the information booth to add 'and can Mr.Sneep please stop fiddling with Sneep when no one else is around'.
Now that would've been funny. Harsh....but funny.
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sneep used to date Freddie Starr's hamster, Fri 17 Aug 2007, 14:36,
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