First post! Proudly written whilst watching Dancing On Ice...Todd Carty never fails to entertain me, (by entertain i mean hysterical laughter) especially after a not so interesting weekend. I have the typical adolescent relationship with the parentals. A relationship supplemented by a continuous onslaught of petty comments made on their part, for typically no reason at all, other than because they have nothing better to do. Another tendency they've latched onto more recently is believing a 5 year old and an 8 year old, over an 18 year old. This alone makes one seriously doubt and critisize their judgement. The 8 year old, who i will call Barbie due to the uncanny resemblance to the famously annoying plastic figure, has recently rembarked on an old tradition of stealing my belongings from my cupboard, and throwing them around the house, or when it comes to make up, plastering over her face childishly. This make up isn't cheap either; so when i find myself crying tears of frustration, i also find my loving, wonderful and supporting parents telling me to grow up and stop being so pathetic. Seriously, would you be impressed? Well i wasn't, and apparently storming off was, i quote, 'a sign of complete disrespect'. Yes.