Lies Your Parents Told You
I once overheard a neighbour use the phrase "nig nog". I asked my father what it meant. As quick as a flash he said, "It's a type of biscuit. A bit like a hobnob." Can you beat this? BTW: We're keeping this thread open for an extra week as we're enjoying the stories so much.
( , Wed 14 Jan 2004, 13:29)
I once overheard a neighbour use the phrase "nig nog". I asked my father what it meant. As quick as a flash he said, "It's a type of biscuit. A bit like a hobnob." Can you beat this? BTW: We're keeping this thread open for an extra week as we're enjoying the stories so much.
( , Wed 14 Jan 2004, 13:29)
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"you don't know what they're called? I'll tell you..."
Somewhere along the line when I was v young, I was told that scones were called pickled onions and vice versa. You wouldn't think there'd be too much scope for this confusion to be embarrassing, but after a couple of choice getting it wrongs when I was about 3 or 4, I still get shit about it to this day. Suffice to say that every buffet I've ever been to has a jar of pickled onions in the middle of the table, as well as someone's poor, rock-hard attempt at fashioning a plate of scones, often specifically made so that my family can relay the tale to strangers.
Similarly my mum telling me that eyebrows were called "feathers", which every girl I've ever met has found completely precious, and every bloke that's been told has used as evidence that I'm secretly gay.
( , Thu 15 Jan 2004, 12:30, Reply)
Somewhere along the line when I was v young, I was told that scones were called pickled onions and vice versa. You wouldn't think there'd be too much scope for this confusion to be embarrassing, but after a couple of choice getting it wrongs when I was about 3 or 4, I still get shit about it to this day. Suffice to say that every buffet I've ever been to has a jar of pickled onions in the middle of the table, as well as someone's poor, rock-hard attempt at fashioning a plate of scones, often specifically made so that my family can relay the tale to strangers.
Similarly my mum telling me that eyebrows were called "feathers", which every girl I've ever met has found completely precious, and every bloke that's been told has used as evidence that I'm secretly gay.
( , Thu 15 Jan 2004, 12:30, Reply)
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