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 parents weren't as such bad at all, they were just always very openIt was great, I had the licence to go get pissed, so long as they didn't have to help me.
"If you have sex, make sure she doesn't get pregnant" was an oft-used phrase as I headed out into the night.
However, the best parts were when we all hung out at home together, cos then we would all sit down, my dad would roll some fat spliffs from our private garden, we'd sit around drinking, getting utterly baked, and doing a few lines of the old charlie, whilst probably watching some channel 4 comedy, or listening to drum'n'bass.
Plus, when we went out with their friends, (who are all now my only friends, 20-somethings wear on me) we would all heckle pub bands, get trashed, then go back to someones house and smoke even more spliffs!
All in all, I'd say I had it shitloads better than loads of those sad shut-in mummys boy kids.
Length? She took it all.
(, Sat 18 Aug 2007, 10:32, Reply)
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