Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Thursday, 19 December 2013
After I put up that thing about not blaming your parents for all your inherited foibles which you haven't got around to owning, I remembered reminiscing with my mother in the later years about memorable aspects of my childhood.
Justice - or the lack of it - is very important to children, even - or especially - very small ones who can hardly talk.
Sometimes, when my mother was upset about some secret thing between her and my father, or just cracking under the strain of trying to keep a huge house running on a meagre income, she would often take it out on me. In the later years, it was usually me because - being the youngest by far - I was the only one left at home.
There was one particular event which is still so painful for me to recall, that I truly believe it coloured the way I dealt with my relationships with women for many years to come. I won't dig it up now, but suffice to say that I know that it hurt her to remember it as much as it hurt me at the time, and she was quite shameful about it right up to the end.
Although these outbursts were quite rare, they stuck in my memory for obvious reasons, and when I brought them up in the adult years to come, she would say, "Why is it you only remember the bad things about your upbringing?"
She had a point.
When did you ever hear any successful person who rose from 'nothing', thank their parents for early help along the way that wasn't in the form of finance?
It takes a lot of other people to make a 'self-made man'.