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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Did not think that one throughWhen we were growing up, the miles of field behind our house were slowly being transformed into Industrial Estates and housing and car-parks. Whilst this might sound like a bad thing, and in retrospect may actually be, as a child, this meant a wealth of bounty lay scattered in the fields abandoned, or otherwise, by the various workmen.
One glorious day, we found a pick-axe and spade. This meant we could start our own excavation company. So we set about digging our own hole in the field.
This lasted all of 30 minutes before the parents of Ste and Lisa spotted us and, rather responsibly, confiscated the pick-axe on the grounds that it was far too dangerous to play with. Thankfully, they left us the spade, so our important work didn't have to come to an end.
It did mean, however, that someone was now going to be working on their hands and knees to meet our pressing deadlines, so Lisa, being the smallest, was the natural choice.
Alas, the hole was never finished as the spade was later confiscated due to Lisa being rushed to hospital with a spade-gash in the bridge of her nose.
And they thought the pick-axe was dangerous.
(, Wed 22 Aug 2007, 10:03, Reply)
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