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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Can we PLEASE move swiftly on.I'm going fucking mad reading this misery and shit that seems to have made up so many people's lives. My mum died when I was 10, so my Dad did the best he could, which over all was fucking brilliantly. Anything good that I am is only a reflection on him.
Now. Something about pretty flowers or sunny days or something for next QOTW please.
And just to cheer up a few of you, you remember when of a certain age, you used to call everything "well 'ard" as in jolly tough, jolly good and so on? Was in the car with me mate many years ago with his dad driving us to some park or something, and he is listening to our conversation, when he pipes up: "So tell me, who is this Willard bloke?"
Short silence followed by much laughter at his epxense. He took it well and I think never did find out who the hell Willard is....
(, Wed 22 Aug 2007, 10:33, Reply)
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