Tuesday 5 October 2010

You lying get!

Inspired by a thread on the Word magazine website about things you believed as a child, I thought I'd compose a list of stuff that I believed as child because I was told it was true by other people, usually my mother or eldest sister.
  • Celery leaves are poisonous and are not to be consumed under any circumstances. I never questioned why celery was sold with the leaves still attached if that was the case. And something in the back of my mind told me to not to eat celery leaves until I saw Nigella put them into a pot roast chicken last week. Mind you, perhaps that's Nigella trying to get rid of us and create her own super race of North London-dwelling gastronomes. My sister tried to pull the same trick with the last bit of tea or coffee in a mug but I never bought that one. What do you take me for? She still leaves the last bit of tea or coffee in a mug, which didn't sit right with me when I bought her an expensive coffee last week and she left a quarter of it.
  • That Brian Clough lived in a big white house set on a hillside near the train line between Newark and Nottingham. My mother used to tell me this when we went on shopping trips to Nottingham. It wasn't until I was in my twenties and after Mr Clough had been found sleeping in a ditch 'near his home in Derby' (the same home he'd lived in for years) that I realised she lied. When I questioned her about it she said that it "broke the journey up to point out landmarks, even if they weren't real."
  • That drinking pop directly from a can caused your tongue to get trapped in the hole and they'd have to cut your tongue off. I never thought that if this did happen (and to date I've never heard of it happening), then they'd just cut the can off.
  • Swallowing chewing gum or bubble gum makes it wrap around your intestines and slowly kill you. I think what she was trying to say here is that she hated gum and didn't want me to have it.
  • That the clown who used to roll the credits on at the end of Camberwick Green was actually my dad. I never questioned why Dad went to work, completely altered his appearance and dressed as a clown. This was given more weight when I once watched Camberwick Green with some cousins and, at the end, they pointed to the screen and shouted "There's Uncle Roy!" So someone else was telling them that Dad worked for Gordon Murray productions on a part-time basis.
  • The Daddies Sauce bottle used to feature a neck band with a photo of a generic smiling dad that used to say underneath it "My favourite!" I was led to believe that was our Uncle Phil, as were most of the cousins in my large extended maternal family.

10 comments:

Jon Peake said...

I thought my dad was Edward VIII. Someone who looked just like him appeared on old money.

Jon Peake said...

Or should that be George VI? Yes, it should.

Bright Ambassador said...

Was he a heavy smoker with a speech impediment too?

office pest said...

it "broke the journey up to point out landmarks, even if they weren't real."

Love it.

Kolley Kibber said...

I suppose if your Dad looked like a clown, at least it was a relatively benign one. It could have been Pennywise.

I'm with your sister on the 'last bit in the tea/coffee mug' thing. I always leave mine, too.

That post made me laugh aloud, by the way, but I don't do 'LoL'.

Bright Ambassador said...

LOL! No, me neither. And if you do you won't get any Abbey Crunch at my house.

When we were getting up to leave I said to her "Have you finished your coffee?" she replied "Yeah, that's poison". She's 47 years-old.

Simon said...

Top post. Been racking my brain for personal examples but nothing at all comes to mind.

Hawkfall said...

When I was little and asked my mum how old she was, she would say "22", even though she was in her 40s at the time. This completely muddled me up.

Then there was my uncle who told me he was a commando during the war. But then, I'm sure most folk have an uncle who was a commando / played for Celtic / appeared on New Faces / knew the Krays / etc etc

Bright Ambassador said...

My uncle always told us that his large navel was the result of being hit by a dumdum bullet in the war. Obviously a fib.
When we got to his funeral it turned out that during the war he served with distinction on a warship that was famous at the time called HMS Nelson. The Nelson got his by the Nazi navy in the Atlantic, and he spent a long time clinging to a plank in the open ocean. The ship was sent to America for repairs where Uncle Norman whooped it up like Gene Kelly in On the Town before coming back and seeing active service on the Nelson in the Mediterranean and Gulf.
People really didn't talk abiut what they did in the war, did they?

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