Mother to suburban legend in an instant
"Twenty years ago I was mother help on a 12-year-old's school camp," writes Heather Pattison, "with tents in one paddock and long-drop loos some distance away in the next one. One evening after dark I was heading to the loo only to spot a group of torches meandering back to camp. Irresistible. Naturally I crouched down behind the gate and waited for the young male voices to get closer ... and closer. As they approached the gate I leaped up and yelled "BOO!" The results were spectacular. Some months later at a school disco a young man marched up to me and opened the conversation with, 'YOU'RE that mother!' Yes, I am, son."
You're a gas, Dad
"When young I was building my first boat and was about to alter a car fuel tank inlet with a welding torch," explains Bryce Strong. "Concerned about explosive petrol fumes, I had almost filled the tank with water, and had placed it on the other side of a concrete block wall, and tied the welding torch to a length of stick so I could reasonably safely test if it was safe to proceed. As I concentrated on getting the flame into the tank outlet, my father came up behind me and yelled 'BANG' very loudly - scared me silly!"
