Things you hated/really disliked as a kid

kingtiger

the bastard Sunday game music

cause you knew the summer holidays where nearly over

Banrion1

What I hated the most was when your Granny/Auntie/Mother would spit on their hanky and then wipe your mucky face with it!!! Disgustin........ I still feel sick at the thought.......

OneArt

Burky126 wrote: »

Barbar.

Most bland cartoon going.It was always on when they had nothing left in the schedule.

I never understood why they were all elephants but the nanny was a human. Was she the last survivor from some kind of nuclear holocaust or something?

SuperGrover

whisky_galore wrote: »

Cartoons from the former Soviet Bloc and Canada when RTE couldn't afford daycent cartoons.

This got an airing on a regular basis... http://youtu.be/TZnYhnEGO_4

jimgoose

SuperGrover wrote: »

This got an airing on a regular basis... http://youtu.be/TZnYhnEGO_4

So did this:

FameHungry

What I really hated was having to go to mass before I could have my Easter eggs. That was pure torture.

Pumpkinseeds

I hated dolls

The smell of liver cooking and have never tasted liver as I hate the smell

Covering school books after the Summer holidays

Going to mass

Having to share a bedroom with my brother

My cousin, he'd piss on the seat whenver we went for a drive when we stayed with them on holidays, so we called him pissy N(won't use his name

Going to the same damned places every single time we stayed with relatives when we spent holidays. Melifont abbey fcuk right off:mad:

The A Team

New season potatoes(love them now)

The jungle book, I was forced to go to see it 4 days in a row

The scary wardrobe in the room that never stayed shut and I thought something evil lived in it.

Bosco, fcuking hated Bosco and Wanderly Wagon

maguic24

Pumpkinseeds wrote: »

I hated dolls

The smell of liver cooking and have never tasted liver as I hate the smell

Covering school books after the Summer holidays

Going to mass

The scary wardrobe in the room that never stayed shut and I thought something evil lived in it.

I hated dolls as well and stupid dresses!!! Ugh!

Liver too! I remember when I was little getting chased around the table by my uncle who had liver on a fork. There was no way I was eating that shizzle!

I used to make an absolute haims of the book covering. >.< I remember getting books of my cousins and you'd have to use a cereal book to cover it, as the front and back covers would be torn off it. Torture trying to get it right.

Hated mass, bane of my life.

I also had that wardrobe!!! I used to be scared ****less, the door was dodgy and wouldn't shut fully. I used to lie awake every night for hours waiting for the creepy monsters to pounce.....

tomboylady

Definitely going to B&Q type places. I hated everything about it. I used to beg to be left to sit in the car with a book but was never allowed. Although, in fairness, I still hate those types of places.

I hated vegetables. Except carrots. But only if they were mashed.

Being forced by my Dad to watch the news when all I wanted to do was watch Home and Away or some stupid kids' show.

wp_rathead

How "The Den" or "Zig and Zag" wouldn't be on TV over the summer, be some shight like "The Swamp"

DEFTLEFTHAND

I'd say the long car journey's as well, it took forever to get anywhere before motorways and bypasses. A trip to Dublin from the midlands for us in the 90s would be 2 and half hours and you'd have to go through Roscrea, Borris in Ossory, Mountdrath, Portlaoise, Monasterevin, Kildare (and probably more I can't think of). I can only imagine what it was like for people living down in the likes of Cork and Kerry trying to get to Dublin.

I'd suffer from carsickness too and my father would be going crazy shouting and throwing paper bags at me or else pulling over on the side of the road.

Pumpkinseeds

DEFTLEFTHAND wrote: »

I'd say the long car journey's as well, it took forever to get anywhere before motorways and bypasses. A trip to Dublin from the midlands for us in the 90s would be 2 and half hours and you'd have to go through Roscrea, Borris in Ossory, Mountdrath, Portlaoise, Monasterevin, Kildare (and probably more I can't think of). I can only imagine what it was like for people living down in the likes of Cork and Kerry trying to get to Dublin.

I'd suffer from carsickness too and my father would be going crazy shouting and throwing paper bags at me or else pulling over on the side of the road.

My parents used to drive us from Clare to Meath in the 70's and 80's, it seemed to take forever and was made sooo much worse by my parents playing Abba, Fleetwood Mac and Rod Stewart. There's never a good age to hear your parents singing along to 'do ya think I'm sexy, come on baby let me know' *shudders at the memory

pajor

Realising on a Sunday night that I hadn't given my filthy school uniform to my mum to be washed on the Friday.

Getting to school and realising you had forgotten something. Serious trouble in my secondary school for that.

Well.. school in general. Still have bad dreams/ nightmares about it.

Ilyana 2.0

Pumpkinseeds wrote: »

My parents used to drive us from Clare to Meath in the 70's and 80's, it seemed to take forever and was made sooo much worse by my parents playing Abba, Fleetwood Mac and Rod Stewart. There's never a good age to hear your parents singing along to 'do ya think I'm sexy, come on baby let me know' *shudders at the memory

I think it's because of childhood car journeys that I love Fleetwood Mac and Rod Stewart. And Abba

Galwayguy35

The clothes parcel that would be sent over by relations in England, hideous things that they didn't want anymore and we had to wear them out, it was the same for a lot of people growing up in the 70s and 80s when times were tough and money was scarce.

MRnotlob606

I went to an all Boy school and we were forced to do irish dancing every tuesday, You would'nt even believe it.

eisenberg1

whisky_galore wrote: »

Cartoons from the former Soviet Bloc and Canada when RTE couldn't afford daycent cartoons.

ha, Lolek and Bolek, that's how bad things were then, importing crap cartoons like "The Magic Pencil" from Poland.

lufties

I ****in hated the eighties even as a kid, there was an always an air of depression and misery around the place. The fashion/pop culture was awful too.

Otherwise butter and milk, hated them and still do.

Colser

Pumpkinseeds wrote: »

My parents used to drive us from Clare to Meath in the 70's and 80's, it seemed to take forever and was made sooo much worse by my parents playing Abba, Fleetwood Mac and Rod Stewart. There's never a good age to hear your parents singing along to 'do ya think I'm sexy, come on baby let me know' *shudders at the memory

LOL youve listed a few of my favourites there...my parents used to put on the record player on a Sunday and I had to listen to Big Tom,Johnny McEvoy or Larry Cunnigham...bet youve never even heard of them...(yes I am old I know):)

tim3000

I cant believe no one has mentioned the last day of the summer holidays. That horrible sinking feeling knowing you would be up at half 7 the next morning. Going into a school that you hated and seeing a bunch of people you despised. No other feeling has ever come close to the last day of the summer holidays.

WesternZulu

The wooden spoon!

iDave

WesternZulu wrote: »

The wooden spoon!

The leather belt

on the river

Your Mother

SmokeyEyes

Love this thread, we're expecting our first baby so it's hilarious to think we're going to inflict all these things on him that we'll think are grand but he'll be bored stiff by!

I'm definitely going to keep this thread in mind when we're considering dragging him around Ikea or the like!:)

zcorpian88

Theme song to Glenroe, when it started you knew all you had was a half hour of weekend left before staring at the ceiling for ages in bed not being able to sleep thinking of what bulls**t I'll have to go through this week in school.

Show off arsehole-ish neighbour kids that will do/say anything once they are in a group to insult someone else to get a rise out of anyone for their amusement, but when the person is on their own they'll say f**k all. These kids are always the popular ones too!

Last day of the summer holidays, nothing worse than thinking you have to share the room and schoolyard with a bunch of misfits that made life miserable and you can't escape and just leave the situation like you can when you're on holidays. Cyber bullying must suck in that regard, imagine being reached day and night by pricks in your class!

Coming home from school and getting the smell of stew wafting down the hall. After being in school all day it was last thing I wanted to eat. Many a time I slammed my school bag off the floor in response to having to eat that after a crap day in school.

Being called up to the board to do a sum you haven't a clue how to do, like long division when in 4th class. Nothing more humiliating than standing there clueless with chalk in your hand!

Being picked last for PE, we often had to play hurling. Hated it, just didn't have the coordination for it, like doing roll lifts or being able to lift the sliotar and belt it like hurlers can. Great game to watch but it wasn't for me.

Being dragged around town clothes shopping with my mam, always the s**t shops that did really bad looking grandad jumpers or multi colored wooly jumpers, then over to Tylers (would now be called shoe zone) for the crappest pair of runners known to man only for them to fall apart after 3 or 4 weeks!

Family trips to the beach in the car and getting lost on the way there, and asking for directions and getting even more lost than before. What I'd have given for a sat nav then, I'd be turning green in the car from my dad taking every backroad trying to find his way to Courttown, Curracloe, Duncannon or wherever.

Joe prim

Cauliflower.

endacl

WesternZulu wrote: »

You know you'd arrive home 14 hours later black from turf dust, hardly able to walk from a sore back, sunburnt, and eaten alive by midgets.

I know boards tends to be a little over PC at times, but surely these 'midgets', as you term them, should be more properly referred to as 'persons of restricted stature'?

ardle1

Currants, Raisins or anything that looked like flies stuck in cake!

Frank Bullitt

Mass.

circadian

Hearing the Heartbeat theme song.

Ruu

Mass.
Being dragged along to do shopping in Navan.
Social events with cousins I had little or nothing in common with, weddings of family friends, birthdays, that would last the entire day!
Schoolbooks covered in woodchip wallpaper or something flowery!

Crann na Beatha

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castletownman

Being forced to try on new clothes, and having to subsequently wear said clothes at a family function. it was something about the "new" feel and restriction to them that I was uncomfortable with.

These days, I can't wait for an occasion to whip out the suit

Nidgeweasel

Shopping for communion/confirmation clothes.

GenieOz

Trips to Penneys. Oh good lord, that shop has to be the bane of my childhood.
Down the town with the mother and I'd hear the dreaded suggestion of "sure well have a quick look in Penneys" now don't get me wrong, I appreciate the place now for the deals on clothes but a 10 year old doesn't care if you can buy 3 outfits for 50 quid.
Even worse when the Auntie came along as Penneys torture time was nearly always doubled, then there's the fact there's no music..Why!? What way of making a place more depressing than all the noise being a contrast of people saying "isn't that nice" and "jeeeez I wouldn't be caught dead in that" and he tills ringing...


Penneys, fûck you. Please ban children from your shops, they will be much much happier for it.

smileyj1987

Nidgeweasel wrote: »

Shopping for communion/confirmation clothes.

I wore a track suit for my confirmation so it wasn't that bad at all . They made us wear our uniform in the church so I was happy I didn't have to wear annoying clothes .

MRnotlob606

Primary School I absolutely dreaded it, I can still see the dull walls and concrete jungle of yard that we used to play Hurling On ! I remember we had one teacher who got so angry one day he threw his table on the ground,

Nidgeweasel

smileyj1987 wrote: »

I wore a track suit for my confirmation so it wasn't that bad at ay made us wear our uniform in the church so I was happy I didn't have to wear annoying clothes .

No such luck. Dragged up to Belfast traipsing round shops until my feet were blistered for (an admittedly rather nice ) outfit which I wore once.

The joys of catholism.

on the river

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AX8SWS8Pt6c

Pumpkinseeds

Colser wrote: »

LOL youve listed a few of my favourites there...my parents used to put on the record player on a Sunday and I had to listen to Big Tom,Johnny McEvoy or Larry Cunnigham...bet youve never even heard of them...(yes I am old I know):)

Oh I remember them alright, some memories just refuse to be suppressed.

Duggy747

Saturdays, chips for tea and Gladiators on UTV with shìtty reception.

Then you were kicked out when the mother and sisters came in to watch Blind Date / Surprise Surprise that was on afterwards.

The Pheasant2

The Panto - even at the age of 5 I found the humour incredibly repetitive and generally just ****.

"He's behind you", "Oh yes it is, oh no it isn't".....****ing hilarious eh?

Colser

I used to find Good Friday really eerie as a kid...everything was shut down,we had to go to the Stations of the cross that seemed to go on for ever and it was a fasting day as well...we really earned our Easter egg(not eggs like my kids expect ):)

Voodoomelon

Endless days of Findus Crispy Pancakes, fishfingers and boiled to a pulp everything.

Thanks be to Jesus when dad was late coming home, mum went out to the phone and we'd all fling half our dinner over the neighbours wall.

anncoates

Butter beans

ElleEm

Voodoomelon wrote: »

Findus Crispy Pancakes.

Shudder!!

Arthur Beesley

Eggs.

Flippyfloppy

Macaroon bars.

Pumpkinseeds

On the rare occasions that we went to the beach we almost always had egg mayo sandwiches that somehow always got sand in them.

karma_

I had an irrational fear of Scandinavia as a child.