amershamdave
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If this subject has been covered before on here, I apologise.
I'm a father of five kids. Substitute the word 'kids' for lifeless robots, then you'll see where I'm going on this 'un. When I was a little boy and later, a youth, I used to climb trees, have conker fights with my mates, go knick-knock-nannying, play football and pretend I was George Best or Bobby bloody Charlton. Occasionally, I'd watch decent TV shows like Morecambe and Wise, Laurel and Hardy, TISWAS, etc. I lived in Horspath and used the watch the motorbike scrambling on a Sunday (ahh! The smell of Gunk!). I would chase the girls, and if I ever caught them, would try to get a sneaky snog out of them (with their f*cking permission, in case the PC brigade are watching). Like most normal lads, I f*cking hated school. Now, let's fast-forward to the late 90's. I have just bought a crow bar. I need it to prise my lifeless kids off their phones and bloody laptop/PCs. Am I the only parent with this nightmarish problem?
I'm a father of five kids. Substitute the word 'kids' for lifeless robots, then you'll see where I'm going on this 'un. When I was a little boy and later, a youth, I used to climb trees, have conker fights with my mates, go knick-knock-nannying, play football and pretend I was George Best or Bobby bloody Charlton. Occasionally, I'd watch decent TV shows like Morecambe and Wise, Laurel and Hardy, TISWAS, etc. I lived in Horspath and used the watch the motorbike scrambling on a Sunday (ahh! The smell of Gunk!). I would chase the girls, and if I ever caught them, would try to get a sneaky snog out of them (with their f*cking permission, in case the PC brigade are watching). Like most normal lads, I f*cking hated school. Now, let's fast-forward to the late 90's. I have just bought a crow bar. I need it to prise my lifeless kids off their phones and bloody laptop/PCs. Am I the only parent with this nightmarish problem?