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 grandma(again), convinced me when I was very little that my grandad was the Pope. My Grandad is none of these things: Polish, religious or benevolent. He is closer to Father Jack.
Further to the "Allah!" further down the page, a very good friend of mine once decided to teach his baby son to say "dirka dirka". For this alone, Paul, you are a legend, even if he never actually says it :)
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Maladicta, Sat 18 Aug 2007, 21:02,
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