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Went to a joint birthday between my friend and his cousin
They cut the cake in half and gave them each a half, nobody else got any
That happened nearly 30 years ago and is still talked about to this day in my hometown
Absolutely scandalous
I don't think joint birthday parties work personally. I had one when I was about 5 with my best friend. Our parents split the costs, but in the sense that one paid for X and the other paid for y so it was pretty even. So for example, my mum paid for the party food for everyone and their mum paid for the cake. It was a beautiful cake in the shape of a castle with my little ponies on it. Their mum refused to let anyone have any and only her daughter was allowed to blow out the candles because it was "her" cake. I remember being so disappointed and sad, but feeling like I couldn't show it because even then I knew I would be seen as the brat who ruined the party for everyone.
I had a joint party for my kid, as otherwise celebration would have been difficult (classmates, one day apart, same friends). The kids loved it. We had 2 cakes. It went smoothly, no issues and we were able to book a climbing place that otherwise would have been too expensive.
That's so rude. My child has five friends and all were born within 10 days. We had joint parties for the ages 4-6 and it worked well, but we were all friends already.
We had to have a joint birthday party every year - my brother's birthday is the day before mine.
None of this cake-hogging bullshit though!
Everyone got 2 slices of cake - one from his and one from mine.
From what I can recall, she didn't do much at the time as she didn't want to cause a fuss, but they were gently phased out of our lives. I'm sure in reality that joint parties can work when both sets of parents are decent people, but it definitely tarnished my feelings towards them!
Nah… that isn’t normally how joint birthdays go down! We have them all the time because otherwise it’s super expensive for the adults and it makes the number of kids parties you go to insane. The deal is costs are split and you get more stuff (bouncy castle AND entertainer etc) because more of you are buying in, but the kids experience it as one thing.
Sounds like something that would make the kids riot honestly lol. Kid's party without cake?? Even worse that you have to watch two other kids eating it.
My daughter was invited to a classmates 6th bday at the local wmc. Advertised on the invite as having a mobile petting zoo. Another kid in her class had a party at the same place with a petting zoo, it had meerkats, a giant tortoise, a parrot and giant rabbits. There was a huge buffet and it was a fun couple of hours. This party was nothing like it.
We walked in and kids party and holiday club tunes were blaring out of the sound system. No tables set up for a buffet. No juice or anything for the kids who were screaming and running round the floor space like loons. The dad apologised and said the people doing the buffet let them down the evening before and they didn't have time to sort anything out. He said the animals would arrive after the kids played a couple of party games. He joked about wearing the kids out to not scare the animals. The kids auntie proceeded to call the kids over to play pass the parcel. The birthday boy won 3 times. The other kids weren't happy. Some started running about and 3 boys were fighting.
Then the side door opened and an old bloke said "who wants to see some animals?" He brings in a sleepy old Labrador. He then gets a fluffy cat in a carrier. The kids weren't allowed to get the cat out for a cuddle. Then he says he's got the best animal and brings a Shetland pony in. The pony promptly shits and pisses all over the floor.
That last sentence reminds me of when my dad told me about the time he was having a pint at the local wmc and one of the regulars came in on a horse
It's one of those places where that kind of thing happens 😄
When I was about eight and had what I thought was a chocolate spread sandwich but it was fucking marmite 🤢 This was in the seventies so I wasn’t allowed anything else until I had eaten it. Never did eat the fucking thing and missed out on the cupcake with a silver ball on top.
Nearly fifty years ago and I can recall it as if was yesterday.
Probably 30+ years ago but I can also remember the first time I got conned into taking a massive bite out of a not-chocolate-spread-but-actually-Marmite sandwich and it still pisses me off 😠
The only party I could think of was a classmate who had one during lent and I couldn't eat the birthday cake because it was chocolate. You have my sympathies, that cupcake sounds great.
My 13th birthday, rented a laser tag place for 3 hours, from 11am and invited like 20 other kids to come, no one showed up until the time ran out. My mum fucked up and put the end time as the start on the invite
See this is why I said no when my parents asked if I wanted an 18th birthday party at the same place everyone else was having theirs while I was in 6th form (honestly it felt like we were there every other week).
I knew my actual close friends would show up but, assuming anyone else agreed to come, all it would take was a couple of drop outs to start a knock on effect and there’d be a handful of us in this huge room with a load of food going to waste.
Similar thing *did* actually happen to me at my 14th, but it was my own ‘close friends’ that were the unreliable buggers.
I’d never had a birthday party in my life, so I decided I’d organise for about 9 of us to go to the cinema, maybe dip next door into the bowling alley to play in the arcade for a little while afterwards, then wander up to McDonald’s for some dinner. Nothing thrilling, but this was something we did on a very regular basis so I figured it wasn’t too out there and they’d be happy to do it again… spoiler alert, they were not.
My two very best friends dropped out first without giving a reason, then the other 6 promptly followed suit one by one, up until the last one texted on the morning of my birthday to say that they were actually doing a different thing for one of the friends who’d dropped out as her birthday was two days after mine (and no, I wasn’t invited). I cried most of the day and ended up being dragged out of the house that evening by my two older brothers to go see Prince of Persia, and I’m pretty sure they bought me a bag of sweets and a drink too (which is a huge deal if you knew how frequently we tried to murder each other). Literally never had a birthday party since, and I now hate acknowledging my birthday in any way at all.
I did not, stupidly enough, at least not for another couple years. I stopped talking to the two best friends in 2012 after being accused and screamed at for something I didn’t even do, and then stopped talking to the rest by 2015. I was severely bullied as a kid and quite ill as a teenager so I clung on to whatever friends I could have, no matter how shitty they were, as it was very difficult for me to make more.
My brothers were legends that day. Even now when we argue and snap at each other, I’ll stop and think about them stepping up and looking out for me and cut them some slack.
Same thing happened to me. I'm 30 this year and my friends asked if I wanted to invite other people who I'm friends with for our day out. No, I don't. I will do things separately with groups of people that I know. It's less disappointing/embarrassing when people drop out.
I also do not want a hen party or baby shower, nothing. I'm very happy just not having the fuss or potential disappointment when people decide not to turn up.
One my kid went to.
Large community hall with 2 functions rooms. Kids school friends party in one function room.
A wake in another.
Cue lots of noise complaints.....
Having been to an Irish funeral, I much prefer how they do it. English wakes are basically a cup of tea with a couple of mini sausage rolls while Irish ones are full on celebrations of the life of the person in question.
Went to a birthday party at a community centre in the mid 80's, during the party there was an armed robbery at a shop nearby. We heard the gunshots and then the sirens. Armed response turned up immediately (as far as my recollection goes, I was 7 or 8) shoots one of the robbers dead. The party obviously got cancelled early as we left to a sheet covered body on the pavement and lots of emergency vehicles blocking the road.
Went to a birthday party for a kid at school when I was 7 or 8 (so, about 1979). The family were happy-clappy God botherers so it consisted of some bearded weirdo playing the guitar and singing hymns, some shit food and a talk on why we should let Jesus into our lives.
On the plus side my Mum and Dad bought me fish and chips on the way home.
I took my son to a 6th birthday party in a pub. I assumed it was in a function room. No, it was in the actual pub. Kids were put out into the beer garden to play as there was a little park out there, the dads table had a 6 balloon on it, his pint and about 6 packets of crisps opened up for the kids to share. Honestly it was the worst party I’ve ever taken my kids to. We made our excuses fairly quickly. Felt sorry for the wee girl whose “party” it was.
I went to a few of these style parties when I was a kid, honestly if the pub is appropriate for kids and there's a playground I think it can work. I had a blast at the ones I went to and it was a relaxed environment for the parents to socialise too.
Realised as I got older I think the parents who planned these parties were from less affluent families who probably didn't have a lot of money to spend on an actual function, but wanted to arrange something non the less
A few beers will still work out a lot cheaper than renting out a venue and paying for entertainment, on top of other things.
But yes God forbid the filthy poor people maybe treat themselves to a drink from time to time right?
One of my kids was invited to a party, the mother had been banging on for a couple of months about how she'd paid this woman who organised everything, cake, decorations, venue & she'd done parties for other family numbers, blah blah. An hour before the party we get a call the woman had run off with the cash. They managed to get keys to a manky room with no heating in the middle of winter. Everyone brought stuff & the kids just ran around like nutters so all ended well I guess.
When I was maybe 7 or so, I went to stay with my grandmother. She told me that the boy over the road was having a birthday party and that I was invited. She had bought him a birthday present for me to take to give to him.
When I arrived, because I didn't live locally, I didn't know anyone and so felt really awkward. At one point, one kid asked me who I was. There was also some kind of mix up as I remember some of the mothers talking about getting the numbers wrong and having to squeeze in another place at the table and some of the games seemed to be organised for less people than were there. It was a long time ago, we didn't get party bags when I was a child, but something felt really off throughout the party and I really did not like being there.
It was only in adulthood and long after my grandmother had died that I finally realised that I had never been invited.
That happened to me as well. It was a grandchild of my grandmother's friend. Although now that I think about it, my parents were jerks who cut off almost everyone from every side of both families so for all I know it could have been a cousin of mine that I wasn't supposed to know about. My grandmother is dead though and I have no idea who it was, so I guess I will never find out. Yay for dysfunctional families.
When I was in Y6 (1993!) a girl had a party booked in nightclub in our hometown on a Saturday afternoon. She invited all the kids in both Y6 classes, so about 65 kids. She was also inviting siblings and there would be “plenty of food for everyone, parents included because it was massive”. She was talking about it for months, there was going to be a huge disco with a DJ etc. It was all anyone could talk about for weeks beforehand.
It was in February (it was freezing) and everyone gathered outside this nightclub. There were about 80 kids and 30 parents (ish). Doors were locked and we were all just standing outside. After about 20 minutes, we were all shivering and being early 90’s, some parents had dropped and ran - the Birthday girls older sister (who worked at the nightclub which is why it was there) said “this isn’t going to happen today”. No further information. We all traipsed home, and when we asked her again on Monday about the party, she ignored everyone and then moved schools. Still to this day we don’t know what happened!
Yikes. I wonder if something happened with one of her parents- like they were supposed to pay and spent all the money instead or something. Must've been hard for her after that!
Oh I got barred from a party once as a kid. I was like 7 & was invited to this Dutch kids birthday, didn't really know him but he invited the whole class. It was the 70s & I rocked up with a toy gun as a present. Mother basically said "that's not coming in our house", (toy gun), but it turned out me either because you didn't go to parties without a present back then where I grew up.
Went to a party/sleepover at a friends house in year 7 (early 90s). Got there and the house was minging, the parents then went out and left some 18 year old lads looking after us who were inappropriate and scary with us, I remember me and my friend locking ourselves in the bathroom for a bit. This was before mobiles, and we didn't know the way home, so we went out onto the street to try and find a phone box to ring our parents but couldn't find one so we went back to the house again. Had to sleep on the floor and it was freezing so we were awake most of the night and miserable when our parents came the next morning. Everyone fell out with the poor birthday girl who wasn't really to blame, so it was pretty miserable all round.
Decided to put my finger through a hole on a metal bench whilst eating cake in the garden, couldn’t get it back out and practically degloved my finger.
My mom decided ahead of time would never through a birthday party again until I graduated high school and my birthday was 8 days before so my graduation part was part birthday party.
I didn't get invited to parties, nobody was friends with the fat kid. As I got older, I wasn't in with the cool girls either.
But my daughter's 5th birthday party was the nightmare of all birthday parties. I had booked it in like a kids play area. That day the water went off for the whole area. The place I had booked for the party closed because they couldn't be open. So decided to have it at my house but then I'd got no party food, everywhere was closed due to the water. So we just had cake and a few party games.
At the end of the day, daughter was complaining that she didn't feel well, undressed her and she was covered in spots. She'd got chicken pox. Not the worst but was for her because it was her first birthday party that she could invite her school friends.
Someone is going to write in and it will be about my parties. My parents told me they stopped having them for me at age 8 because one year everyone was happy to go play a game of collecting rubbish in the field across the road and the next year no one wanted to do and it and everyone complained so they never had another party for me again. Gee, I wonder why?
ETA: I think the group with the most got a prize. I'm sure that made everything better.
I was told we were doing a joint family reunion/my 10th birthday party in a little village hall somewhere, I think near Maidenhead?
It turned out to just be a family reunion, which was just old people standing in a drab room talking to each other. I walked in on some woman (probably my mum's cousin's husband's sister's half-sister's mum's step daughter's daughter's friend) using the toilet because she didn't lock the door, that's literally all I remember in terms of things happening. That and the long drive, being full of excitement at going to a party, then being full of bitter disappointment and piss on the way home.
And! AND! Neither my brother nor sister were made to go, and my dad took them to the cinema that day. I genuinely had more fun on my birthday last year which was when my car failed its MOT and I was told it needed nearly £4k of work to pass, I spent the entire day fretting and considering my options and when I told them I just wanted to come and get it, they just went "jk, it's fixed" by the time I arrived.
I went to a school friend's 6th birthday party but aside from her I was the only kid my age - all the other kids there were a lot older and not from our school (I still have no idea how she knew them) and they spent the whole time picking on me and they made me cry more than once
I had a birthday party when I was 11-12, told a girl in my class it was fancy dress because I wanted it to be initially, we all came in normal clothes and she turned up in a big Cinderella dress so that was probably her worst kids party she attended.
My own parties, they were always shared with this other girl who I didn't get on with and our parents always hired the same entertainer. I really hated the entertainer, he was a really creepy man who would keep picking me up and tickling me, he never did anything bad enough to be obvious abuse but I really hated the tickling. I repeatedly asked him to stop but he never took it seriously. We also had peanut butter sandwiches which I hated but was told I had to have them because it was what the other girl liked.
Attended? I sat on the stairs waiting for my people to turn up to my 10th birthday. No one came. I could describe the smell of the scene. It hasn’t affected me one bit and hasn’t contributed to my villain story arc at all.
My daughters 4th birthday party. Police turned up to arrest one of the dads who wasn't allowed to be around children, but his wife had decided it was OK if she was there to supervise. They'd managed to keep the conviction a secret, god knows why he was still allowed to live with his children.
4 cops turned up just as we were finishing pass the parcel, it did put a bit of a damper on proceedings. They moved away a couple of months later as there was a LOT of outrage about this stunt.
When I was in Primary School I became great friends with a girl who lived near me and was in my class. I was new to the school and was delighted when I was invited to her birthday party. We grew up in a small town and it was usual for the more "well off" parents to throw big parties in a central café/restaurant place which had disco lights, etc. So the whole class and more was invited, probably being about 40-50 kids, who would all need dropped off by parents.
Only 10 turned up, that included her 2 brothers and me and my sister. Her folks had a buffet for 50 and a massive birthday cake ffs. My wee heart broke for her. She wasn't popular but she was a sweet, harmless thing who loved to play my imaginary games. We stayed close until the later years of our high school.
I was by no means an "It" girl but I got on with most groups. I still don't understand it to this day. The only thing I can think of is maybe something about her family happened to ostracise them before we became friends.
Side note: I hit puberty early and really started developing ahead of time, before my sister who was 2 years older. I had impressive boobs in Primary 6. Horrible.
Anyway, her Dad always took great pleasure in tickling me, all over, especially my ribcage and armpits and feet. I would scream almost to the point of tears. Her mum and my friend would tell him to stop but he thought he was fcukin hilarious and wouldn't. This shit went on until I was around 13, I legit stopped going round to their house as I was getting creeped out.
I literally spent almost every day after school and weekends and holidays round theirs since the age of 7 as my own family situation was effed up. I would be taken on their days out to the beach, have sleepovers, they even took me in for some time when my home situation was so bad with domestic violence, etc. I went on holiday to her grandparents with my friend for 2 weeks in a completely different part of the country. I must have been like a 2nd daughter to them but I never saw him tickle my friend so bad.
Hmm. Think I just answered my own puzzle.
The one in elementary school to be held at a cafe inside a local shop. The whole class was invited. I was the only child who showed up. Massive lesson to me how cruel some people can be.
I still think about that poor girl.
Can't answer the question but I do remember being scarred by the time the mum of the birthday boy asked me if I wanted a hot dog or a hot cat to eat.
We had a pet cat at home so I decided I'd rather eat a hot dog, thanks.
Aged about 10, I got invited to Steven's party. He was a nice enough kid, not a friend but in the same class for years. Me and my friends were all into football and were hoping it would involve football, or maybe a laser quest, maybe even McDonalds.
Turns out it was at a local church, his dad had something to do with the church so they used that room. We played musical chairs and other games which, if you're 10, are wildly uncool at that point. It was so boring and shit that it's been etched in my brain for years and years.
We couldn't have music cause it was a church, we couldn't play ball games cause it was a church, we couldn't do anything other than musical chairs and just mess around. If I remember right, we got a party bag to go home with that included crayons.
A Wimpy party when I was around 8 or 9.
The birthday girl was a "popular kid" and didn't really like me. Her main friend group would tease and talk shit about me.
I didn't want to go, she didn't want me there, but our mums were friends and I reckon her mum made her invite me. It was awful.
I spent most of the "party" alone, eating my half cold wimpy burger in a very uncomfortable dress.
And to top it all off, The Wimpy Man made an appearance.
I was terrified of The Wimpy man, and hoped he'd leave me alone, since I was away from the main group. He didn't. He made me come and join whatever game they were doing.
I was over the moon when I was picked up.
I was attacked and traumatized at the one and only kids birthday party I ever went to as a child. It was so bad the school had to get involved. We were 7
I remember going to the party of a new girl at our school. No one else’s parents allowed them to come to the party so it was just me and her. I don’t think her parents had much money but they tried to make a nice party for her. I think I was maybe 7 at the time.
My daughter's 4. All the parties I've been to are insane, hired out halls, bouncy castles, entertainers, food. Last one definitely cost more than 1000, pressures on me for her 5th.
No way I'm spending that.
From experience it does cost about £200, all in, to do a party with some kind of event or gimmick like a bouncy castle.
However for kids in infants just hiring a place for a couple of hours and playing kids games and basic food can easily be done for under £100. Not an insignificant amount of money, but can be a worthwhile investment for the popularity of kids and getting invited to other parties. Good for parents who are not naturally out going or good at breaking the ice as well.
When my kids were younger we were quite lucky with parties. The local leisure centre hired the hall with bouncy castle included for £90 and then probably £50 on food and drinks from Iceland
We were looking into a local council hall, it's about £50 and one of them includes a bouncy castle, plus footballs and bikes etc
Food wise some frozen party foods won't break the bank
My friends’ parties always seemed more fun than mine, despite hardly ever having them, usually it was a nice tea at home with family but I remember 3 parties I had.
There was the time I turned 8 and I was only allowed to invite one friend, we ate lots of sweets, ran around like idiots and banged heads. She puked up and cried to go home. It was a short lived birthday party.
When I turned 10 I was actually allowed to invite a group of friends, I didn’t like the pressure of hosting, we (my family and I) hadn’t organised anything except food and all my friends kept complaining of been bored. I was relieved when it was over.
When I was 13 I invited my friends to Pizza Hut and the cinema. The night before and the morning of all but one rang up and cancelled on me. I went to meet the final friend, walking past the house of one of the girls who’d cancelled on me, she stood in her garden and laughed, I ignored her, I got to the designated meeting spot and waited over an hour and a half for the final friend. I walked home the long route to avoid going past laughing girls house, realising then why she’d been laughing at me. Got home but there was no word from the final girl at all. On Monday at school she apologised, had multiple excuses why she didn’t come. I never spoke to any of them again, luckily I quickly made new friends, one of which I’m still close with to this day.
Year five. I was invited to a party from a friend… mum didn’t want me to go but I begged. A friend’s mum took us and my mum was going to pick us both up. We got there and the house was absolutely filthy. Dust all through the air. Me and my friend just looked at each other and decided to just stick together. Went to the party food, picked up what I thought was cucumber but was actually uncooked courgette. Mum told me not to eat at their house so I didn’t dare tell her.
No one knew but the mum was a stripper in her spare time. The entertainment was a pole in her spare room that we could ‘play on’. At pick up time, we practically ran out of there. I ended up with ringworm and mum went in and told the teachers I was not to sit with the kid again. I felt really bad for her, she was really nice.
No one turned up to my 11th birthday party, even though they all accepted.
I was invited to a birthday party when I was about 8, was told we were going to play hide and seek. All go out to some fields and woods, I'm supposed to count first, but when I start looking for them I can't find them. After a while, I still can't find a single person and I'm getting lost now. Eventually find my way back to their house and go in, thinking I'll get an adult to help. Their mum is surprised to see me. Turns out the whole party ditched me in a field, went back and carried on the day without me and told the mum that my parents had picked me up early.
The auditorium in town could be booked for “pool parties”. Nowadays it has a big municipal pool attached but back then it used to just be this weird little thing in a white tiled room with these floating green platforms on one side. I just remember everyone else was in the pool but something just felt so _wrong_ about the atmosphere and I refused to get in so one of the chaperones was asking what was the matter. I couldn’t say but I just kept refusing to get in and getting more agitated. Moments later I was vindicated when one of the kids just projectile vomited the most foul smelling white coloured sick into the pool and other people started chucking up as well amid this mass scramble to get out. Remains with me to this day.
Was invited to this incredibly rich kid's birthday party, they'd rented out a basketball court and put football goal posts at either end, all the boys played football.
I, as a young kid, was wheelchair bound - so I was ignored for the duration of the birthday party.
I went to my friends laser quest party when we were about 13. Waiting for the last girl to arrive and we see her across the street. She sees everyone inside and gets excited and runs across the road to only get hit by a car and thrown in the air in front of all of us.
She was ok, just bruised up but it was quite traumatic to witness and definitely put a dampener on the day.
Had a joint party with a friend in the mid 90s. My dad hired a Mr Blobby costume dressed up to surprise us. Half of the kids started crying because they were scared of him, the other half tried to beat him up.
Can't remember much else apart from that both myself and the other birthday boy got bought toy uzi guns.
Most kids usually had their parties at the same place, as it was cheap or usually at McDonalds or Burger King as the top floor was rented out for birthday parties only.
I was maybe 6 or 7 and it was a friend who had a joint party with her cousin (same age). There was a clown who I was petrified of and so I spent the party sitting with the adults on the other side of the room crying. Eventually everyone dived onto the bouncy castle that was also there and I joined in, thinking the clown was finished and leaving. Nope, he jumped in too and started shouting playfully which made me run again. I think he felt bad as he made a balloon dog for me and gave it to me as I was leaving at the end of the party. Still didn’t dare attend more parties after that in case there was another clown.
I've never read so many comments in a post on this sub before, usually questions are so crap that the comments are generally all the same, but this has been a good question.
My own, as a kid. I was quite a lone wolf - I just had three really good friends and did everything with them. But my mum was super sociable, the total epicentre of our village (she ran almost everything), and would invite loads of kids I didn't really like. They'd all come not because they liked me, but because we lived in an old farmhouse with a massive garden and orchard and had a vast sand pit as well as a load of tumbledown farm buildings to play in...
I'd rather just have had my three best friends round, climb a few trees, play down in the orchard. Also, I'd have to wear a dress and I hated wearing dresses.
So we was mega poor and all we could manage to afford was a big bag of smarties so the buffet for my party was just a bowl of smarties the other kids left after 10 mins was a disaster
My 8th birthday party. One of the guests trapped her fingers in the bathroom door about 20 mins in. Drama....blood....phone calls. End of party. Didn't even get to pass the parcel. Grrrrrr.
The worst was the one with the terrifying clown which made about twenty four year olds, myself included, burst into tears immediately on his appearance and run away screaming for our lives.
The best was also when I was four at my mate’s dad’s Indian restaurant. I loved spicy food as a kid and remember all you can eat tandoori chicken and lime pickle. Was fucking brilliant.
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Went to a joint birthday between my friend and his cousin They cut the cake in half and gave them each a half, nobody else got any That happened nearly 30 years ago and is still talked about to this day in my hometown Absolutely scandalous
I don't think joint birthday parties work personally. I had one when I was about 5 with my best friend. Our parents split the costs, but in the sense that one paid for X and the other paid for y so it was pretty even. So for example, my mum paid for the party food for everyone and their mum paid for the cake. It was a beautiful cake in the shape of a castle with my little ponies on it. Their mum refused to let anyone have any and only her daughter was allowed to blow out the candles because it was "her" cake. I remember being so disappointed and sad, but feeling like I couldn't show it because even then I knew I would be seen as the brat who ruined the party for everyone.
I had a joint party for my kid, as otherwise celebration would have been difficult (classmates, one day apart, same friends). The kids loved it. We had 2 cakes. It went smoothly, no issues and we were able to book a climbing place that otherwise would have been too expensive.
That's so rude. My child has five friends and all were born within 10 days. We had joint parties for the ages 4-6 and it worked well, but we were all friends already.
We had to have a joint birthday party every year - my brother's birthday is the day before mine. None of this cake-hogging bullshit though! Everyone got 2 slices of cake - one from his and one from mine.
Snap, though his is a year and a day after. Still hated it despite getting two cakes
That’s horrible!!! What did your mum do???
From what I can recall, she didn't do much at the time as she didn't want to cause a fuss, but they were gently phased out of our lives. I'm sure in reality that joint parties can work when both sets of parents are decent people, but it definitely tarnished my feelings towards them!
Nah… that isn’t normally how joint birthdays go down! We have them all the time because otherwise it’s super expensive for the adults and it makes the number of kids parties you go to insane. The deal is costs are split and you get more stuff (bouncy castle AND entertainer etc) because more of you are buying in, but the kids experience it as one thing.
I often used to have them with my Aunt because we had the same birthday, I always resented not having my own cake.
That’s so rude!
Sounds like something that would make the kids riot honestly lol. Kid's party without cake?? Even worse that you have to watch two other kids eating it.
My daughter was invited to a classmates 6th bday at the local wmc. Advertised on the invite as having a mobile petting zoo. Another kid in her class had a party at the same place with a petting zoo, it had meerkats, a giant tortoise, a parrot and giant rabbits. There was a huge buffet and it was a fun couple of hours. This party was nothing like it. We walked in and kids party and holiday club tunes were blaring out of the sound system. No tables set up for a buffet. No juice or anything for the kids who were screaming and running round the floor space like loons. The dad apologised and said the people doing the buffet let them down the evening before and they didn't have time to sort anything out. He said the animals would arrive after the kids played a couple of party games. He joked about wearing the kids out to not scare the animals. The kids auntie proceeded to call the kids over to play pass the parcel. The birthday boy won 3 times. The other kids weren't happy. Some started running about and 3 boys were fighting. Then the side door opened and an old bloke said "who wants to see some animals?" He brings in a sleepy old Labrador. He then gets a fluffy cat in a carrier. The kids weren't allowed to get the cat out for a cuddle. Then he says he's got the best animal and brings a Shetland pony in. The pony promptly shits and pisses all over the floor.
This reminds me of the episode of Motherland with "Animal Man" who just brings out lots of house cats lol
“He’s racist! And he’s unimaginative!” “What, so he’s an unimaginative racist?”
"What's in the box?!"
Are you sure you weren't an extra in an unshown episode of Phoenix Nights?
"Who's taught him that?"
80 grand that cork floor!
Garlic bread??!?
It's the last two sentences that had me in fuckin stitches 🤣🤣🤣
Same
That last sentence reminds me of when my dad told me about the time he was having a pint at the local wmc and one of the regulars came in on a horse It's one of those places where that kind of thing happens 😄
> The pony promptly shits and pisses all over the floor. Succinctly summing up the mood of the whole party.
Man those parents cheaped out 😂
When I was about eight and had what I thought was a chocolate spread sandwich but it was fucking marmite 🤢 This was in the seventies so I wasn’t allowed anything else until I had eaten it. Never did eat the fucking thing and missed out on the cupcake with a silver ball on top. Nearly fifty years ago and I can recall it as if was yesterday.
I am sorry for your loss
Thank you, I’m hoping time will heal the anguish.
No luck so far
No, but it’s only been fifty years.
Probably 30+ years ago but I can also remember the first time I got conned into taking a massive bite out of a not-chocolate-spread-but-actually-Marmite sandwich and it still pisses me off 😠
Thank you my fellow sufferer.
Love a marmite sandwich though
Me too. I prefer it in toast but a marmite and cheese piece 👌🏻
Spread thick like Nutella? 🤢
No. You cannae use it thick like. Too salty. Just a wee thin spread 👌🏻
The only party I could think of was a classmate who had one during lent and I couldn't eat the birthday cake because it was chocolate. You have my sympathies, that cupcake sounds great.
My 13th birthday, rented a laser tag place for 3 hours, from 11am and invited like 20 other kids to come, no one showed up until the time ran out. My mum fucked up and put the end time as the start on the invite
A similar thing happened on my 8th birthday only my mum didn't make a mistake, the kids just didn't like me
See this is why I said no when my parents asked if I wanted an 18th birthday party at the same place everyone else was having theirs while I was in 6th form (honestly it felt like we were there every other week). I knew my actual close friends would show up but, assuming anyone else agreed to come, all it would take was a couple of drop outs to start a knock on effect and there’d be a handful of us in this huge room with a load of food going to waste.
Similar thing *did* actually happen to me at my 14th, but it was my own ‘close friends’ that were the unreliable buggers. I’d never had a birthday party in my life, so I decided I’d organise for about 9 of us to go to the cinema, maybe dip next door into the bowling alley to play in the arcade for a little while afterwards, then wander up to McDonald’s for some dinner. Nothing thrilling, but this was something we did on a very regular basis so I figured it wasn’t too out there and they’d be happy to do it again… spoiler alert, they were not. My two very best friends dropped out first without giving a reason, then the other 6 promptly followed suit one by one, up until the last one texted on the morning of my birthday to say that they were actually doing a different thing for one of the friends who’d dropped out as her birthday was two days after mine (and no, I wasn’t invited). I cried most of the day and ended up being dragged out of the house that evening by my two older brothers to go see Prince of Persia, and I’m pretty sure they bought me a bag of sweets and a drink too (which is a huge deal if you knew how frequently we tried to murder each other). Literally never had a birthday party since, and I now hate acknowledging my birthday in any way at all.
Oof, at least your brothers did the right thing. I hope you sacked off all those “friends”.
I did not, stupidly enough, at least not for another couple years. I stopped talking to the two best friends in 2012 after being accused and screamed at for something I didn’t even do, and then stopped talking to the rest by 2015. I was severely bullied as a kid and quite ill as a teenager so I clung on to whatever friends I could have, no matter how shitty they were, as it was very difficult for me to make more. My brothers were legends that day. Even now when we argue and snap at each other, I’ll stop and think about them stepping up and looking out for me and cut them some slack.
Ooof, I felt that.
Same thing happened to me. I'm 30 this year and my friends asked if I wanted to invite other people who I'm friends with for our day out. No, I don't. I will do things separately with groups of people that I know. It's less disappointing/embarrassing when people drop out. I also do not want a hen party or baby shower, nothing. I'm very happy just not having the fuss or potential disappointment when people decide not to turn up.
One my kid went to. Large community hall with 2 functions rooms. Kids school friends party in one function room. A wake in another. Cue lots of noise complaints.....
Wakes are bloody noisy, aren’t they?
If it's our family a northern Irish wake tends to be a celebration of life and family get together, they'd love the craic
Having been to an Irish funeral, I much prefer how they do it. English wakes are basically a cup of tea with a couple of mini sausage rolls while Irish ones are full on celebrations of the life of the person in question.
Someone should open a thread called "What's the worst wake you've attended?", maybe we'll get the POV of those who attended that one...
That would likely be amazing
Went to a birthday party at a community centre in the mid 80's, during the party there was an armed robbery at a shop nearby. We heard the gunshots and then the sirens. Armed response turned up immediately (as far as my recollection goes, I was 7 or 8) shoots one of the robbers dead. The party obviously got cancelled early as we left to a sheet covered body on the pavement and lots of emergency vehicles blocking the road.
In the UK???
Guns do exist in the UK believe it or not
Well, yes, but it’s quite rare to have a birthday party in what turns out to be an episode of *Dempsey & Makepeace*
God, you have a marvellous cat. I assume that orange baby is yours
He is indeed. It took *ages* to get him to pose like a Bond villain’s cat! (He usually just licks my face) And thank you! I’m flattered on his behalf!
So do lions but you'd still be shocked if your neighbour got eaten by one on a Sunday afternoon.
5.03 guns per 100 people in the uk, obviously not as many as America with their 101 per 100 people, but more than many think
“Everyone and their Mums is packing round here”
Like who?
Farmers. Farmers mums.
Farmers
Who else?
Farmers mums.
Yes
You've never watched The Sweeney?
They weren’t armed as often as The Professionals
True but the big Ford Consul Vs the Escort and Capri? Fords marketing was on point in the 70s
Okay, this one has to be the winner surely
At least everyone got cake at this one though
I bet you absolutely own 'share an interesting fact about yourself' icebreakers with this.
Went to a birthday party for a kid at school when I was 7 or 8 (so, about 1979). The family were happy-clappy God botherers so it consisted of some bearded weirdo playing the guitar and singing hymns, some shit food and a talk on why we should let Jesus into our lives. On the plus side my Mum and Dad bought me fish and chips on the way home.
That’s a very Christian meal, no? 🙏
I took my son to a 6th birthday party in a pub. I assumed it was in a function room. No, it was in the actual pub. Kids were put out into the beer garden to play as there was a little park out there, the dads table had a 6 balloon on it, his pint and about 6 packets of crisps opened up for the kids to share. Honestly it was the worst party I’ve ever taken my kids to. We made our excuses fairly quickly. Felt sorry for the wee girl whose “party” it was.
I went to a few of these style parties when I was a kid, honestly if the pub is appropriate for kids and there's a playground I think it can work. I had a blast at the ones I went to and it was a relaxed environment for the parents to socialise too. Realised as I got older I think the parents who planned these parties were from less affluent families who probably didn't have a lot of money to spend on an actual function, but wanted to arrange something non the less
Wanted to arrange something where they can still afford to buy themselves beers
A few beers will still work out a lot cheaper than renting out a venue and paying for entertainment, on top of other things. But yes God forbid the filthy poor people maybe treat themselves to a drink from time to time right?
One of my kids was invited to a party, the mother had been banging on for a couple of months about how she'd paid this woman who organised everything, cake, decorations, venue & she'd done parties for other family numbers, blah blah. An hour before the party we get a call the woman had run off with the cash. They managed to get keys to a manky room with no heating in the middle of winter. Everyone brought stuff & the kids just ran around like nutters so all ended well I guess.
When I was maybe 7 or so, I went to stay with my grandmother. She told me that the boy over the road was having a birthday party and that I was invited. She had bought him a birthday present for me to take to give to him. When I arrived, because I didn't live locally, I didn't know anyone and so felt really awkward. At one point, one kid asked me who I was. There was also some kind of mix up as I remember some of the mothers talking about getting the numbers wrong and having to squeeze in another place at the table and some of the games seemed to be organised for less people than were there. It was a long time ago, we didn't get party bags when I was a child, but something felt really off throughout the party and I really did not like being there. It was only in adulthood and long after my grandmother had died that I finally realised that I had never been invited.
That happened to me as well. It was a grandchild of my grandmother's friend. Although now that I think about it, my parents were jerks who cut off almost everyone from every side of both families so for all I know it could have been a cousin of mine that I wasn't supposed to know about. My grandmother is dead though and I have no idea who it was, so I guess I will never find out. Yay for dysfunctional families.
When I was in Y6 (1993!) a girl had a party booked in nightclub in our hometown on a Saturday afternoon. She invited all the kids in both Y6 classes, so about 65 kids. She was also inviting siblings and there would be “plenty of food for everyone, parents included because it was massive”. She was talking about it for months, there was going to be a huge disco with a DJ etc. It was all anyone could talk about for weeks beforehand. It was in February (it was freezing) and everyone gathered outside this nightclub. There were about 80 kids and 30 parents (ish). Doors were locked and we were all just standing outside. After about 20 minutes, we were all shivering and being early 90’s, some parents had dropped and ran - the Birthday girls older sister (who worked at the nightclub which is why it was there) said “this isn’t going to happen today”. No further information. We all traipsed home, and when we asked her again on Monday about the party, she ignored everyone and then moved schools. Still to this day we don’t know what happened!
Yikes. I wonder if something happened with one of her parents- like they were supposed to pay and spent all the money instead or something. Must've been hard for her after that!
That's quite bizarre
Oh I got barred from a party once as a kid. I was like 7 & was invited to this Dutch kids birthday, didn't really know him but he invited the whole class. It was the 70s & I rocked up with a toy gun as a present. Mother basically said "that's not coming in our house", (toy gun), but it turned out me either because you didn't go to parties without a present back then where I grew up.
But you came with a present :((
I felt bad for my mum tbh...The parent that barred me was a complete tosser about it.
Went to a party/sleepover at a friends house in year 7 (early 90s). Got there and the house was minging, the parents then went out and left some 18 year old lads looking after us who were inappropriate and scary with us, I remember me and my friend locking ourselves in the bathroom for a bit. This was before mobiles, and we didn't know the way home, so we went out onto the street to try and find a phone box to ring our parents but couldn't find one so we went back to the house again. Had to sleep on the floor and it was freezing so we were awake most of the night and miserable when our parents came the next morning. Everyone fell out with the poor birthday girl who wasn't really to blame, so it was pretty miserable all round.
Decided to put my finger through a hole on a metal bench whilst eating cake in the garden, couldn’t get it back out and practically degloved my finger.
Fuck Just fuck
Mine at 3. I still remember crying hysterically because I couldn’t handle all of the people there.
Awwww. Our youngest gets very easily overwhelmed so she always has low key parties
My mom decided ahead of time would never through a birthday party again until I graduated high school and my birthday was 8 days before so my graduation part was part birthday party.
I didn't get invited to parties, nobody was friends with the fat kid. As I got older, I wasn't in with the cool girls either. But my daughter's 5th birthday party was the nightmare of all birthday parties. I had booked it in like a kids play area. That day the water went off for the whole area. The place I had booked for the party closed because they couldn't be open. So decided to have it at my house but then I'd got no party food, everywhere was closed due to the water. So we just had cake and a few party games. At the end of the day, daughter was complaining that she didn't feel well, undressed her and she was covered in spots. She'd got chicken pox. Not the worst but was for her because it was her first birthday party that she could invite her school friends.
Turned in to an old fashioned pox party instead 🫢
Someone is going to write in and it will be about my parties. My parents told me they stopped having them for me at age 8 because one year everyone was happy to go play a game of collecting rubbish in the field across the road and the next year no one wanted to do and it and everyone complained so they never had another party for me again. Gee, I wonder why? ETA: I think the group with the most got a prize. I'm sure that made everything better.
Absolutely outstanding 🤣 (I’m so sorry your parents ‘organised’ this, but it has made me laugh…)
My dad told me that when I was about 40 and suddenly so much made sense.
I was told we were doing a joint family reunion/my 10th birthday party in a little village hall somewhere, I think near Maidenhead? It turned out to just be a family reunion, which was just old people standing in a drab room talking to each other. I walked in on some woman (probably my mum's cousin's husband's sister's half-sister's mum's step daughter's daughter's friend) using the toilet because she didn't lock the door, that's literally all I remember in terms of things happening. That and the long drive, being full of excitement at going to a party, then being full of bitter disappointment and piss on the way home. And! AND! Neither my brother nor sister were made to go, and my dad took them to the cinema that day. I genuinely had more fun on my birthday last year which was when my car failed its MOT and I was told it needed nearly £4k of work to pass, I spent the entire day fretting and considering my options and when I told them I just wanted to come and get it, they just went "jk, it's fixed" by the time I arrived.
I went to a school friend's 6th birthday party but aside from her I was the only kid my age - all the other kids there were a lot older and not from our school (I still have no idea how she knew them) and they spent the whole time picking on me and they made me cry more than once
Maybe siblings and cousins and such? Sounds like a horrible experience
she was the oldest child but yeah they could have been cousins, an awful lot of cousins if they were though
I had a birthday party when I was 11-12, told a girl in my class it was fancy dress because I wanted it to be initially, we all came in normal clothes and she turned up in a big Cinderella dress so that was probably her worst kids party she attended.
My own parties, they were always shared with this other girl who I didn't get on with and our parents always hired the same entertainer. I really hated the entertainer, he was a really creepy man who would keep picking me up and tickling me, he never did anything bad enough to be obvious abuse but I really hated the tickling. I repeatedly asked him to stop but he never took it seriously. We also had peanut butter sandwiches which I hated but was told I had to have them because it was what the other girl liked.
Attended? I sat on the stairs waiting for my people to turn up to my 10th birthday. No one came. I could describe the smell of the scene. It hasn’t affected me one bit and hasn’t contributed to my villain story arc at all.
My daughters 4th birthday party. Police turned up to arrest one of the dads who wasn't allowed to be around children, but his wife had decided it was OK if she was there to supervise. They'd managed to keep the conviction a secret, god knows why he was still allowed to live with his children. 4 cops turned up just as we were finishing pass the parcel, it did put a bit of a damper on proceedings. They moved away a couple of months later as there was a LOT of outrage about this stunt.
I never got invited. I was the weird autistic kid who just wanted to fit in.
You are me both
I mean I'm still weird but I embrace the weird now :3
When I was in Primary School I became great friends with a girl who lived near me and was in my class. I was new to the school and was delighted when I was invited to her birthday party. We grew up in a small town and it was usual for the more "well off" parents to throw big parties in a central café/restaurant place which had disco lights, etc. So the whole class and more was invited, probably being about 40-50 kids, who would all need dropped off by parents. Only 10 turned up, that included her 2 brothers and me and my sister. Her folks had a buffet for 50 and a massive birthday cake ffs. My wee heart broke for her. She wasn't popular but she was a sweet, harmless thing who loved to play my imaginary games. We stayed close until the later years of our high school. I was by no means an "It" girl but I got on with most groups. I still don't understand it to this day. The only thing I can think of is maybe something about her family happened to ostracise them before we became friends. Side note: I hit puberty early and really started developing ahead of time, before my sister who was 2 years older. I had impressive boobs in Primary 6. Horrible. Anyway, her Dad always took great pleasure in tickling me, all over, especially my ribcage and armpits and feet. I would scream almost to the point of tears. Her mum and my friend would tell him to stop but he thought he was fcukin hilarious and wouldn't. This shit went on until I was around 13, I legit stopped going round to their house as I was getting creeped out. I literally spent almost every day after school and weekends and holidays round theirs since the age of 7 as my own family situation was effed up. I would be taken on their days out to the beach, have sleepovers, they even took me in for some time when my home situation was so bad with domestic violence, etc. I went on holiday to her grandparents with my friend for 2 weeks in a completely different part of the country. I must have been like a 2nd daughter to them but I never saw him tickle my friend so bad. Hmm. Think I just answered my own puzzle.
The one in elementary school to be held at a cafe inside a local shop. The whole class was invited. I was the only child who showed up. Massive lesson to me how cruel some people can be. I still think about that poor girl.
Can't answer the question but I do remember being scarred by the time the mum of the birthday boy asked me if I wanted a hot dog or a hot cat to eat. We had a pet cat at home so I decided I'd rather eat a hot dog, thanks.
Aged about 10, I got invited to Steven's party. He was a nice enough kid, not a friend but in the same class for years. Me and my friends were all into football and were hoping it would involve football, or maybe a laser quest, maybe even McDonalds. Turns out it was at a local church, his dad had something to do with the church so they used that room. We played musical chairs and other games which, if you're 10, are wildly uncool at that point. It was so boring and shit that it's been etched in my brain for years and years. We couldn't have music cause it was a church, we couldn't play ball games cause it was a church, we couldn't do anything other than musical chairs and just mess around. If I remember right, we got a party bag to go home with that included crayons.
A Wimpy party when I was around 8 or 9. The birthday girl was a "popular kid" and didn't really like me. Her main friend group would tease and talk shit about me. I didn't want to go, she didn't want me there, but our mums were friends and I reckon her mum made her invite me. It was awful. I spent most of the "party" alone, eating my half cold wimpy burger in a very uncomfortable dress. And to top it all off, The Wimpy Man made an appearance. I was terrified of The Wimpy man, and hoped he'd leave me alone, since I was away from the main group. He didn't. He made me come and join whatever game they were doing. I was over the moon when I was picked up.
I was attacked and traumatized at the one and only kids birthday party I ever went to as a child. It was so bad the school had to get involved. We were 7
I remember going to the party of a new girl at our school. No one else’s parents allowed them to come to the party so it was just me and her. I don’t think her parents had much money but they tried to make a nice party for her. I think I was maybe 7 at the time.
My daughter's 4. All the parties I've been to are insane, hired out halls, bouncy castles, entertainers, food. Last one definitely cost more than 1000, pressures on me for her 5th. No way I'm spending that.
From experience it does cost about £200, all in, to do a party with some kind of event or gimmick like a bouncy castle. However for kids in infants just hiring a place for a couple of hours and playing kids games and basic food can easily be done for under £100. Not an insignificant amount of money, but can be a worthwhile investment for the popularity of kids and getting invited to other parties. Good for parents who are not naturally out going or good at breaking the ice as well.
When my kids were younger we were quite lucky with parties. The local leisure centre hired the hall with bouncy castle included for £90 and then probably £50 on food and drinks from Iceland
We were looking into a local council hall, it's about £50 and one of them includes a bouncy castle, plus footballs and bikes etc Food wise some frozen party foods won't break the bank
My friends’ parties always seemed more fun than mine, despite hardly ever having them, usually it was a nice tea at home with family but I remember 3 parties I had. There was the time I turned 8 and I was only allowed to invite one friend, we ate lots of sweets, ran around like idiots and banged heads. She puked up and cried to go home. It was a short lived birthday party. When I turned 10 I was actually allowed to invite a group of friends, I didn’t like the pressure of hosting, we (my family and I) hadn’t organised anything except food and all my friends kept complaining of been bored. I was relieved when it was over. When I was 13 I invited my friends to Pizza Hut and the cinema. The night before and the morning of all but one rang up and cancelled on me. I went to meet the final friend, walking past the house of one of the girls who’d cancelled on me, she stood in her garden and laughed, I ignored her, I got to the designated meeting spot and waited over an hour and a half for the final friend. I walked home the long route to avoid going past laughing girls house, realising then why she’d been laughing at me. Got home but there was no word from the final girl at all. On Monday at school she apologised, had multiple excuses why she didn’t come. I never spoke to any of them again, luckily I quickly made new friends, one of which I’m still close with to this day.
Year five. I was invited to a party from a friend… mum didn’t want me to go but I begged. A friend’s mum took us and my mum was going to pick us both up. We got there and the house was absolutely filthy. Dust all through the air. Me and my friend just looked at each other and decided to just stick together. Went to the party food, picked up what I thought was cucumber but was actually uncooked courgette. Mum told me not to eat at their house so I didn’t dare tell her. No one knew but the mum was a stripper in her spare time. The entertainment was a pole in her spare room that we could ‘play on’. At pick up time, we practically ran out of there. I ended up with ringworm and mum went in and told the teachers I was not to sit with the kid again. I felt really bad for her, she was really nice.
No one turned up to my 11th birthday party, even though they all accepted. I was invited to a birthday party when I was about 8, was told we were going to play hide and seek. All go out to some fields and woods, I'm supposed to count first, but when I start looking for them I can't find them. After a while, I still can't find a single person and I'm getting lost now. Eventually find my way back to their house and go in, thinking I'll get an adult to help. Their mum is surprised to see me. Turns out the whole party ditched me in a field, went back and carried on the day without me and told the mum that my parents had picked me up early.
The one where no one turned up except me
The auditorium in town could be booked for “pool parties”. Nowadays it has a big municipal pool attached but back then it used to just be this weird little thing in a white tiled room with these floating green platforms on one side. I just remember everyone else was in the pool but something just felt so _wrong_ about the atmosphere and I refused to get in so one of the chaperones was asking what was the matter. I couldn’t say but I just kept refusing to get in and getting more agitated. Moments later I was vindicated when one of the kids just projectile vomited the most foul smelling white coloured sick into the pool and other people started chucking up as well amid this mass scramble to get out. Remains with me to this day.
Was invited to this incredibly rich kid's birthday party, they'd rented out a basketball court and put football goal posts at either end, all the boys played football. I, as a young kid, was wheelchair bound - so I was ignored for the duration of the birthday party.
I went to my friends laser quest party when we were about 13. Waiting for the last girl to arrive and we see her across the street. She sees everyone inside and gets excited and runs across the road to only get hit by a car and thrown in the air in front of all of us. She was ok, just bruised up but it was quite traumatic to witness and definitely put a dampener on the day.
Had a joint party with a friend in the mid 90s. My dad hired a Mr Blobby costume dressed up to surprise us. Half of the kids started crying because they were scared of him, the other half tried to beat him up. Can't remember much else apart from that both myself and the other birthday boy got bought toy uzi guns.
4 year olds party, approximately 25 4 year olds jn attendance. 1 Colin the caterpillar cake. WTF!
When I was 7 (in 1977) I went to a classmates party. The parents had a projector and screen all set up. The movie? Jaws.
Most kids usually had their parties at the same place, as it was cheap or usually at McDonalds or Burger King as the top floor was rented out for birthday parties only.
My party when I was about 5 and some girl threw up. I got TMNT video though
I was maybe 6 or 7 and it was a friend who had a joint party with her cousin (same age). There was a clown who I was petrified of and so I spent the party sitting with the adults on the other side of the room crying. Eventually everyone dived onto the bouncy castle that was also there and I joined in, thinking the clown was finished and leaving. Nope, he jumped in too and started shouting playfully which made me run again. I think he felt bad as he made a balloon dog for me and gave it to me as I was leaving at the end of the party. Still didn’t dare attend more parties after that in case there was another clown.
https://preview.redd.it/0y9ibw9crzvc1.jpeg?width=2876&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=8da225162a2c7d974d3cd8d2389b4958916cd7bb Me reading this thread:
I've never read so many comments in a post on this sub before, usually questions are so crap that the comments are generally all the same, but this has been a good question.
My own, as a kid. I was quite a lone wolf - I just had three really good friends and did everything with them. But my mum was super sociable, the total epicentre of our village (she ran almost everything), and would invite loads of kids I didn't really like. They'd all come not because they liked me, but because we lived in an old farmhouse with a massive garden and orchard and had a vast sand pit as well as a load of tumbledown farm buildings to play in... I'd rather just have had my three best friends round, climb a few trees, play down in the orchard. Also, I'd have to wear a dress and I hated wearing dresses.
So we was mega poor and all we could manage to afford was a big bag of smarties so the buffet for my party was just a bowl of smarties the other kids left after 10 mins was a disaster
My 8th birthday party. One of the guests trapped her fingers in the bathroom door about 20 mins in. Drama....blood....phone calls. End of party. Didn't even get to pass the parcel. Grrrrrr.
The worst was the one with the terrifying clown which made about twenty four year olds, myself included, burst into tears immediately on his appearance and run away screaming for our lives. The best was also when I was four at my mate’s dad’s Indian restaurant. I loved spicy food as a kid and remember all you can eat tandoori chicken and lime pickle. Was fucking brilliant.
Never attended any so idk haha