when i was about 14 my dad caught me trying to hide a 3 litre bottle of cider in my school bag.
the intention was to go up the local footy pitch and drink it with me mates as i had done plenty times before.
but, instead of a telling off (which was the very least i expected TBH) he told me i could drink it in my room and get some mates round if i wanted to.
he said he would rather i drank it in the house than go roaming the streets with bottles and annoying people etc and coming home with the cops on my back.
a good line to take i still believe to this day.
just a shame he didnt see it like that when i was caught with some 'mixed herbs' about a year later lol
doh! we live and learn!!
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