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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racist dadVery similar to K2k6`s post 10 below, but located a few miles up the road in Montrose. When I was a nipper I was with my dad waiting in the bank. In walked a black man, which must have been unusual back then. My dad kindly pointed out the Gollywog to me(remember them on the marmalade jars?) and from then on to my young mind, all black people were gollywogs.
30 years later he is still pretty racist. Meeting my parents in Amsterdam airport a couple of years back my dad was quite happy spouting his racist bollocks in a loud voice, generally criticising anyone not white and Scottish. Wogs, pakis, wops, spics etc all came in for his comments. Nothing too nasty, just nothing very nice either. Anyone vaguealy "muslim" looking was obviously a terrorist on his way to catch his suicide mission flight too.
"Why should I keep my voice down, none of them can understand bloody english anyway" he would proclaim. He failed to realise that in a place like Schipol airport probably 75% of people round him could understand what he was saying.
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