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Doesn't sound all that embarrassing, ron. Certainly not in Frank Gallagher's league. However, he isn't my dad, so therein lies the difference in perception.
Parents are always embarrassing to their children, are they not? Other people seem to like my folks a lot, despite their eccentricities and peculiarities, but I was cripplingly embarrassed by them at times in my youth and early life. It was often the simplest of things - my mother's Edna Everage specs or the way she walks like she's about to conquer the inhabitants of the next village - my father's collection of plastic bags and his quaint use of offensive language in apparent jest. My mother recently formed a Line Dancing troupe called The Scottish Trashy Women with two other women half her age and goes on wee world tours of Women's Institutes and church halls with them.
It gets better when you live independently and only have them surface in your world on your terms and can exercise some control over their presentation of self on your turf. If my dad had been making money simultaneously with embarrassing me, I'd have thought that sweetened the pill, maybe.
All in all, I can think of more embarrassing parental examples. Imagine being one of the Bush Babies or Euan Blair. But then kids must embarrass the fuck out of their folks too. Look at Mark Thatcher. And even Pete Doherty and Kate Moss must have sprung from the loins of some horribly embarrassed Home Counties types. |
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