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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Nice to know the truthMy childhood was fairly crap, dad was train spotter so weekend afternoons were spent waiting in a cold wet field waiting for some pile of crap. Not as bad as the arguments we would hear coming from the neighbours of a friend where a lad about the same age lived.
I can still remember those nice summer evenings when we were pissing about and a scream 'we never wanted you, you little fucker, you were an accident'
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