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 first sighting of a black manMy parents are pretty OK and I had a good upbringing, but as with many of that generation they are, to a degree, inherently racist. Not at all in a malicious way, just a consequence of the times in which they were raised, I guess.
Anyway, rewind about 25-30 years from the present day. We were in Dundee for a day out and walking down the main street when a black guy walked by on the other side of the street. My dad spotted him and took pains to point him out to me, as if it were some kind of freak show. I suppose black people were fairly unusual in east Scotland in the 1970s, but even so it was a bit uncalled-for.
My dad then started doing "darkie" impressions, thankfully once the poor bloke had passed by out of earshot.
I'm embarrassed just thinking of it now.
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K2k6 has a proper job these days, Mon 20 Aug 2007, 8:50,
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