Confession tiem
My parents split up when I was six.

As mum stood in the doorway with her suitcase, and I realised that this really was it and that she wouldn't be living with us any more, Chiquitita by Abba was playing on the radio.

I stood staring at her, both of us crying silently, until my sisters saw me and took me into their room. They both hugged me, and together we formed what would become an oft-commented on incredibly strong, self-sufficient group - unreliant on the world of adults, and formidable - you don't mess with either of my sisters or me without messing with the other two.

If I've been fed whisky, and hear Chiquitita, I can be prone to becoming misty-eyed.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Fri 29 Jan 2010, 10:26, 3 replies)

Awww
That's a bit teary, that.

My dad always sings along to that but changes it to "take your teeth out, chiquititaaaa!"
(The Boy Monders I have ginger bits in my beard., Fri 29 Jan 2010, 10:54, closed)

Awww
it's amazing how resiliant and adaptive children can be. In the First World War the under-age soldiers were some of the best soldiers, less prone to complaining/nervous break downs and they made brilliant snipers.
( Colonel Dracula Two manky hookers and a racist dwarf, Fri 29 Jan 2010, 10:57, closed)

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Lovely post, but I still can't stand Abba!
( The Lone Groover has mal des nuts., Fri 29 Jan 2010, 22:13, closed)