and I were talking about our childhoods the other day, and he related two stories his mother used to tell him that made my hair stand on end and my arse
drop off I laughed so much.
The other – which, although still pretty twisted, perhaps makes a titchy-tad more sense – was the tale of the giant rat that lived in the kitchen cupboard. In order to stop her children unpacking the lower shelves of her kitchen cupboards (and all kids do love to do this), she told them that if they poked their nose in there, the giant rat that lived there would pop out and bite it clean off.
Really, it’s a bloody miracle we've turned out as normally as we have.