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Enlightenment

Thursday 29th December
9.45pm



Frustrated, having waited all day for
brat girl to talk to them, crap dad texts brat girl. “Come and talk
to us.”



As she walks in the room brat girl
states, “How lazy are you? I were only in the next room why din't
ya just shout mi?



Crap dad and evil stepmother laugh, “It
worked didn't it? You've come to talk to us haven't you? That's
something you've avoided all day.”



“I ain't. I've just been wi mi mates”
pleads brat girl.



“So? What was so important yesterday
that you can wait 24 hours to talk to us about?” asks evil
stepmother.



“It's bob. We're goin' t' town
tomorra t' do some shoppin'. When we've finished can we come back
here rather than have to go up to 'is?” asks brat girl.



Bob has been persona no grata to
the problem parents and excluded from the family home for some time
now. The details of his misdemeanour's cannot be explained, suffice
to say that they were enough to rile the ire of the problem parents
and establish the current banning order.



This discussion about bob's exclusion
continues for some time.



The problem parents unequivocally state
their opposition to his return. Brat girl pleads and cajoles. “It'd
make me so 'appy” she states.



“No.” is the only reply from the
problem parents.



After much more, “Awww, please can he
come in the house?”, whining from brat girl the problem parents
give some ground.



“OK. He can't come in tomorrow
because we're out all day. We want to talk to him before he's allowed
back in the house again, we want the opportunity to tell him how we
feel and to explain the new ground rules” states evil stepmother.



“Er, OK” brat girl agrees
hesitantly “what if 'e wants to talk to ya tomorra?”


30.12.05 09:29


When Bobs Away

As Sunday evening telly burbles in the
background brat girl announces, “I 'ate christmas. I'm bored
already an' I ain't even got college t look forward t tomorra”


19.12.05 08:12


On Again, Off Again.

The problem parents haven't written for
the past few days because most of their conversations with brat girl
have been angst ridden reflections on splitting up with bob – and
they've decided that there are too many teenagers writing about that
sort of thing already.




This morning brat girl crawled down
stairs and, in her best 'I'm so ill and frail' voice, said to the
problem parents, “I don't think I can go to college today. My
stomach hurts and I feel sick.”




Given that it is the first day of a
week off work for the problem parents they failed to entirely quash
their irritation, particularly as they are taking the opportunity to
visit the European city of culture (2008) for a few days so have
little time to potter around the home and garden in peace and quiet.






The frail specimen added “I don't
feel well. If I still feel like this by end o'the week I'm gunna
call the doctor”.




The short shrift she got from the
problem parents included “You'd better phone the doctor and book
an appointment now as you were saying you felt like this last week.”




Tomorrow evil stepmothers
next-up-sister arrives to chaperone brat girl whilst the problem
parents are away. She promises to cook a 'meat feast' for the girl,
non of the veggie stuff, and ensure that the art portfolio is up to
date upon their return. 'Good luck' is all the problem parents will
say to her as they head for the door.






10.10.05 20:19


Breakin' up is so very hard to do...

“It's really over between me and bob.
I don't think he wants to get back together. I think it's really over
this time... It's cracking mi up inside, but I'll cope... He says he
doesn't believe mi, but I ain't done nothin' wrong.”


6.10.05 21:19


Boys will be boys

“He does mi 'ead in! The idiot”
states brat girl.




“Who?” asks crap dad.




“So-and-so. He's just phoned mi an
said, 'Look out fer the big white rabbit be'ind yer'. Tosser!” says
brat girl. “I knew it were so-and-so, I could tell his voice.”
she continues. “Idiot!”




“Why would he do that?” enquires
cap dad.




“I dunno. He's a lad int 'e!”
declares brat girl.






25.9.05 20:14


Girls Mature Quicker Than Boys

Crap dad and brat girl are walking to
the local shop.




“Dad, bob often calls me a kid, but I
ain't am I?  I'm a woman, a young woman”.




“That you are my dear, that you are.”


9.8.05 21:32


Scarborough Fair

“Dad how long are you gunna be, I
want to go on the internet?”




“I won't be long love.”



“Dad, you've been ages, how long are
you going to be?”




“Not long”




Brat girl slumps next to evil
stepmother in the settee.




“Mom, dad's been on the computer for
ages and I need to go on” she moans.




“Why do you need the computer. Ten
thirty in the evening is a bit late to start revising you know”
sooths evil stepmother.




“I don't want the computer to revise.
I need it for something else.” explains brat girl.




Evil stepmother tries to placate her,
“Oh, I'm sure crap dad will get off soon.”




“I wish he's hurry up. I want to look
for caravan sites in Scarborough” states brat girl.




“Why's that love?”




“Erm, me 'n bob are gunna spend a
couple of days away together” says brat girl brazenly “I'm gunna
pay for it mi self when I start working.”


19.6.05 21:21


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