h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

My mate Joanna used to go home and watch The Sullivans, I was always late back on a tuesday cos I listened to the new chart show with Garry Davis on Radio 1

'Oooh! Gary Davis!'



Lx

I remember when Radio 1 was *on* Radio 1, not 2 too.



Mother: "I bought you this." This being nothing you'd ever buy for yourself. But you try and find a use for it anyway.

Looked at previous post "cue" - what am I giving it? I ment: "queue." That's a blackboard duster toward the head offence that is!

Mother: "No you can't play out until you've done your homework."

Not just licking a hanky to wash your face, what was the slicking your cowlick down with her spitty hand all about???

I still think my hair looked better sticking up in the air!

"No Pudding until you've eaten your dinner"

Used it on my daughter as bribery

"This isn't music"

I've used it too, Oh God I'm turning into my dad

I think the worse was when I picked up VV as a baby and she looked at me with such disapproval!

My God.. that was my Dad staring right back at me!!

It took me years to figure out that when Mom said "Tidy your room, it looks like a bomzzittit" (said very quickly and in a strong Black Country accent) she was referring to the room looking like an explosive device had been detonated in the vicinity!

I also had lectures about the starving Biafrans (what my Nan called Ethiopians) whenever I didn't want to finish my dinner, hence my enduring life-long weight problems and guilt complex about leaving food on my plate at the end of a meal.

Ain't you heard of the starving millions?

RF

Mum: What do you want for tea?

Me: I don't mind.

Mum: We haven't got any of that...



Lx

If you don't eat it now, you will get it for your tea again tomorrow!

Mine says 'Hmmmmmmmmmmmm' a lot and follows it with a disapproving silence

"We'll see"

Oh that's a must for every mother lil

and we all hope they forget what they asked for!

As well as quite a few mentioned already..my mum was fond of ' go crack your face to make your arse jealous' !

... Oh Dear!!

'Blow your nose dear.'

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My Mum never threatened that one, she just made you sit at the table until you finished what was on your plate. Being a fussy eater when young, I remember sitting at the table til 23.30 (dinner for us was at 17.15 sharp!) just looking at a plate of cold, congealed meat and veg!

Pockets and under the table were checked before leaving the table so no chance of hiding it for disposal later either!

Made you eat quicker next time though!

'you dinners in the dog'