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» Creepy!
Domestic Violence and how to prevent it
My grandmother on my mum's side had an effective way to ensure that her husband never hit her.
While his childhood had been in itself creepy - an example was his father trying to throw him as a toddler into a large bonfire on the basis that he believed that he wasn't the father - she dealt with any attempts of domestic violence quite simply.
On their wedding night (oo-er) she turned to him and said, apparently in a normal tone of voice and said:
"If you ever lay a finger on me in anger, I will stab you through the chest when you sleep. It might be that night, it might be a week, or twenty years afterwards, but I will kill you as soon as you sleep."
It worked. They were happily married for a good 40 years.
(Sun 10th Apr 2011, 14:03, More)
Domestic Violence and how to prevent it
My grandmother on my mum's side had an effective way to ensure that her husband never hit her.
While his childhood had been in itself creepy - an example was his father trying to throw him as a toddler into a large bonfire on the basis that he believed that he wasn't the father - she dealt with any attempts of domestic violence quite simply.
On their wedding night (oo-er) she turned to him and said, apparently in a normal tone of voice and said:
"If you ever lay a finger on me in anger, I will stab you through the chest when you sleep. It might be that night, it might be a week, or twenty years afterwards, but I will kill you as soon as you sleep."
It worked. They were happily married for a good 40 years.
(Sun 10th Apr 2011, 14:03, More)
» Bad gigs
Minge
Went to a music festival in 1994. Waiting to see Ministry, who still remain (as a portly boring middle-aged fan) all kinds of awesome.
While I was waiting to see them, Hole were on stage, and I was right up the front.
During one of the many songs that Hole play that sound like Courtney Love's trying to impersonate a tomcat wanting a shag, she puts one leg up on the foldback speakers. With a short dress, sans underwear.
The best way to describe it: looked like someone had peeled a rat in half lengthways.
(Mon 29th Jul 2013, 12:16, More)
Minge
Went to a music festival in 1994. Waiting to see Ministry, who still remain (as a portly boring middle-aged fan) all kinds of awesome.
While I was waiting to see them, Hole were on stage, and I was right up the front.
During one of the many songs that Hole play that sound like Courtney Love's trying to impersonate a tomcat wanting a shag, she puts one leg up on the foldback speakers. With a short dress, sans underwear.
The best way to describe it: looked like someone had peeled a rat in half lengthways.
(Mon 29th Jul 2013, 12:16, More)
» Creepy!
Post-traumatic stress disorder
Sorry for two replies. Or more.
My mum's dad (the same one who was told rather bluntly what would happen to him if he hit her) was captured by the Japanese in WW2 when his unit (the 2/2 Pioneers) were captured defending Java.
He was sent directly to the Burma-Thailand Railway as a prisoner of war. Have a look on Wikipedia for it.
What creeps me out is my mum telling me that when Bridge Over The River Kwai, while not being too accurate was released, no-one else in the house could sleep for a week from the screams of his nightmares that the movie recalled for him.
When mum, as any respectable child, refused to eat her brussels sprouts, he looked at her and in a deadpan voice said "My best friend would have survived on what you didn't want to eat."
What creeps me out is the inhumanity that caused him to react this way; anything that causes someone to not sleep for the nightmares caused by a movie depicting the events gives me the creeps.
(Sun 10th Apr 2011, 14:16, More)
Post-traumatic stress disorder
Sorry for two replies. Or more.
My mum's dad (the same one who was told rather bluntly what would happen to him if he hit her) was captured by the Japanese in WW2 when his unit (the 2/2 Pioneers) were captured defending Java.
He was sent directly to the Burma-Thailand Railway as a prisoner of war. Have a look on Wikipedia for it.
What creeps me out is my mum telling me that when Bridge Over The River Kwai, while not being too accurate was released, no-one else in the house could sleep for a week from the screams of his nightmares that the movie recalled for him.
When mum, as any respectable child, refused to eat her brussels sprouts, he looked at her and in a deadpan voice said "My best friend would have survived on what you didn't want to eat."
What creeps me out is the inhumanity that caused him to react this way; anything that causes someone to not sleep for the nightmares caused by a movie depicting the events gives me the creeps.
(Sun 10th Apr 2011, 14:16, More)
» Lucky Escapes
In which stuff nearly explodes, but has shag-all to do with me.
When I was a young Thos. Bent, one of my dad's friends worked for the railways in the 1980's as a flagman alerting oncoming trains to the presence of trackworkers and trackworkers to the presence of oncoming trains.
He liked to drink (as pretty much everyone who worked in railways seemed to in those days, and was standing out there, flag and light and slab of beer equipped, in the middle of winter. The tracks that they had fixed involved removing wooden sleepers and stacking them by the side of the tracks, so he gets a bright idea and decides to create a nice warm bonfire.
As the fire gets going and creates a nice warm feeling, he notices that there's a little sign not far away.
DANGER, GAS AND OIL PIPELINE it reads, as he looks over and sees how close the fire is to said pipeline.
The fire was put out, and I think it scared him enough to stop drinking for about a half an hour.
(Thu 11th Jul 2013, 4:59, More)
In which stuff nearly explodes, but has shag-all to do with me.
When I was a young Thos. Bent, one of my dad's friends worked for the railways in the 1980's as a flagman alerting oncoming trains to the presence of trackworkers and trackworkers to the presence of oncoming trains.
He liked to drink (as pretty much everyone who worked in railways seemed to in those days, and was standing out there, flag and light and slab of beer equipped, in the middle of winter. The tracks that they had fixed involved removing wooden sleepers and stacking them by the side of the tracks, so he gets a bright idea and decides to create a nice warm bonfire.
As the fire gets going and creates a nice warm feeling, he notices that there's a little sign not far away.
DANGER, GAS AND OIL PIPELINE it reads, as he looks over and sees how close the fire is to said pipeline.
The fire was put out, and I think it scared him enough to stop drinking for about a half an hour.
(Thu 11th Jul 2013, 4:59, More)
» Bad gigs
Some generic suburban Battle of the Bands
I'm led to believe that anywhere called Croydon is shit, and the one in Australia is no exception.
So kids could go and see live bands in the 1990's without the evil temptation of spiritous liquors, many all-ages gigs were started. The one in Croydon was called EV's (I forget what EV stands for, possibly Everything's Vile).
Anyhow, many local crap Battle of the Bands were held there and as it was the only interesting thing on in Croydon aside from stealing cars, animal raping and methadone abuse, it had crowds. One time I did go and see some woeful act, someone decided to stagedive feet-first into the crowd.
Which makes contact with my ribs and head.
Ended up in hospital with a couple of cracked ribs and concussion. Still probably more entertaining than whatever was playing.
(Mon 29th Jul 2013, 12:05, More)
Some generic suburban Battle of the Bands
I'm led to believe that anywhere called Croydon is shit, and the one in Australia is no exception.
So kids could go and see live bands in the 1990's without the evil temptation of spiritous liquors, many all-ages gigs were started. The one in Croydon was called EV's (I forget what EV stands for, possibly Everything's Vile).
Anyhow, many local crap Battle of the Bands were held there and as it was the only interesting thing on in Croydon aside from stealing cars, animal raping and methadone abuse, it had crowds. One time I did go and see some woeful act, someone decided to stagedive feet-first into the crowd.
Which makes contact with my ribs and head.
Ended up in hospital with a couple of cracked ribs and concussion. Still probably more entertaining than whatever was playing.
(Mon 29th Jul 2013, 12:05, More)