It's on days like these.....

[Crackle]

Not mangy enough

No one can quote this and do a mangy pussy joke. This thread is already bad enough.

 

[Spinney]

Your choice to have children.
Your choice to encourage one of them to play football (damn silly choice, BTW I there are far more interesting things for him to do of a Saturday).
Your choice to indulge him with a daddy-taxi each week rather than organise a minibus for the team, or car-sharing.

I don't see much necessity in any of those choices.

This rather requires that at least someone needs has made the choice to run a car!

 

[srw]

the airport,

The largest employer for miles around. The only tourist destination between Glasgow and the sea. And there's no thought in your noddle of getting your union to suggest improving transport for everyone? The airport could make a mint out of socialised transport for flyers even if they offered it to employees for free.

I suspect you've made reasonable choices - and I recognise that your choices are more constrained than some. But they're still choices. The first stage in liberating yourself from the results of those choices is to acknowledge that you have a choice.

 

[srw]

This rather requires that at least someone needs has made the choice to run a car!

Bianchi1 has (although he denies it). But there are more imaginative choices than condemning his son to a daddy-taxi ride every week.

 

[Boris Bajic]

Bianchi1 has (although he denies it). But there are more imaginative choices than condemning his son to a daddy-taxi ride every week.

This is unusual stuff. I was 'condemned' to a Daddy-Taxi as a sport-obsessed schoolboy in the 70s and 80s. It seemed (and seems) quite an imaginative way to move one (or more) of several children around to various events at conflicting times. I loved dragging myself, muddy and tired. back to the car for a nice drive home. In those pre-seatbelt days, a large estate with the seats down took quite a few muddy runners.

I have since produced young of my own and over the years we've 'condemned' them to to the Daddy-Taxi and the Mummy-Taxi to get them to drama, football, ballet, riding, rugby, cadets and all sorts of other things. Recently, I've been Daddy-Taxi-ing my middle child to 10-mile TTs run in the middle of nowhere by a local cycling club. Our drives home from all sorts of silly events are a chance to chat without the rest of the family suddenly butting in or throwing something at us or calling us to the 'phone. I think many parents will agree that a drive to or from an event with a solitary child briefly separated from peers and siblings is a rather lovely thing where useful and revealing chats are had.

A cynic might argue that there are more imaginative uses of time than berating a fellow cyclist on the Internet for his lack of imagination in choosing to drive a child to a sporting event.

 

[kerndog]

So, in essence we are all in agreement here, although for reasons which you have now probably forgotten, you have felt the need to have a jolly good rant at people based on stuff which they haven't said.

Pretty much. I was just responding to the aggressive, abrasive responses and I love a good debate!

 

[Pat "5mph"]

Not mangy enough

More like this?

 

[kerndog]

Do you? I look forward to an example.

You just can't help yourself can you, you grumpy old troll

 

[subaqua]

But of course! I am happy for anyone who is riding a bicycle in the sunshine.

I am happy for anybody riding a bicycle whatever the weather. more so if they are riding in poor weather as they need the positive Ommm .

 

[subaqua]

This is unusual stuff. I was 'condemned' to a Daddy-Taxi as a sport-obsessed schoolboy in the 70s and 80s. It seemed (and seems) quite an imaginative way to move one (or more) of several children around to various events at conflicting times. I loved draging myself, muddy and tired. back to the car for a nice drive home. In those pre-seatbelt days, a large estate with the seats down took quite a few muddy runners.

I have since produced young of my own and over the years we've 'condemned' them to to the Daddy-Taxi and the Mummy-Taxi to get them to drama, football, ballet, riding, rugby, cadets and all sorts of other things. Recently, I've been Daddy-Taxi-ing my middle child to 10-mile TTs run in the middle of nowhere by a local cycling club. Our drives home from all sorts of silly events are a chance to chat without the rest of the family suddenly butting in or throwing something at us or calling us to the 'phone. I think many parents will agree that a drive to or from an event with a solitary child briefly separated from peers and siblings is a rather lovely thing where useful and revealing chats are had.

A cynic might argue that there are more imaginative uses of time than berating a fellow cyclist on the Internet for his lack of imagination in choosing to drive a child to a sporting event.

yeah cos we cant talk to our kids when on public transport

 

[Peteaud]

I am going to go and live in a rain forest, butt naked and only take what i need.

 

[Pat "5mph"]

I am going to go and live in a rain forest, butt naked and only take what i need.

You're not supposed to take anything!

 

[Brandane]

I am going to go and live in a rain forest, butt naked and only take what i need.

But.... but..... how are you going to get the car in there??

 

[Peteaud]

But.... but..... how are you going to get the car in there??

Bleeding great 4 x 4 and a turbo charged V8

 

[Boris Bajic]

But.... but..... how are you going to get the car in there??

A Unimog. Don't leave home without it.

In the rain forest I use nothing else.

The natves don't think much of it, but they don't have a proper flag so I don't see why they think their opinion is of any concern to me.