…ha!… I was reminded today of something that happened at Christmas when I was about 9 - 10 in England… on Christmas eve my brother and I were sent to bed early so we could wake up earlier to get to our presents… this particular year my brother and I were getting a combined present to play with… I think that it was called a ‘Scalectric or Scalextric’ car racing set…
…my dad and my uncle Harry were setting up the track that night after my little brother and I went to bed early… well… I was awakened by a noise of celebrations and got up and opened our bedroom door to see my dad and uncle Harry (who were both half drunk by now)… racing each other on our present lol!… seeing their shocked faces as they looked up at me (they were both sitting on the floor) and realising that they had just been sprung by me was so hilarious… I still remember it so vividly to this day lol!… they were sprung big time…
…anyway… my mum cracked the shits with them big time shouting stuff like “well done you idiots!… now he knows what they’re getting for Christmas!”… (or something like that) and then she turned to me and said something like “Peter… don’t tell your brother what you’re getting for Christmas okay?… now go to bed… don’t say anything okay?”… needless to say… being the little shit that I was at the time… I woke my little brother up and told him straight away!… we were awake most of the night because we were so excited about getting a car racing set… funny times indeed… cheers.
…my dad and my uncle Harry were setting up the track that night after my little brother and I went to bed early… well… I was awakened by a noise of celebrations and got up and opened our bedroom door to see my dad and uncle Harry (who were both half drunk by now)… racing each other on our present lol!… seeing their shocked faces as they looked up at me (they were both sitting on the floor) and realising that they had just been sprung by me was so hilarious… I still remember it so vividly to this day lol!… they were sprung big time…
…anyway… my mum cracked the shits with them big time shouting stuff like “well done you idiots!… now he knows what they’re getting for Christmas!”… (or something like that) and then she turned to me and said something like “Peter… don’t tell your brother what you’re getting for Christmas okay?… now go to bed… don’t say anything okay?”… needless to say… being the little shit that I was at the time… I woke my little brother up and told him straight away!… we were awake most of the night because we were so excited about getting a car racing set… funny times indeed… cheers.