The Extreme Family

"You look great in clothes, you've got perky tits..you've got nothing to worry about!" - Dad 15/04/2007

Yes believe it or not that little pearl of wisdom came from my very own father, and to be honest I wasn't as appalled as I probably should've been.

What may suprise you even more is that it has inspired me to write a well deserved tribute blog to my family- in particular the parentals. Some of my friends have likened us to "The Extreme Family" and yeah I guess sometimes we are, but I wouldn't have it any other way
Now don't get too excited, This whole blog isn't going to be about me re-telling every juicy detail of what happens at number 45, nor is there a need for further quotes of probably some of the most fucked up dinner conversations you will have ever heard..because 1. Mum (who is definitely the most respectable of us all) would kill me, and 2. We'd be here for awhile.

No, but in all honesty the Hatherley household is not as disturbed as you may be thinking. Sure you could regularly walk into my kitchen and witness my sister and I on the floor convulsing in hysterics and mum shaving dads head while the psycotic dog happily eats his hair off the floor...but if you look beneath that and some other slightly warped family dynamics, there is an amazing family with a lot of love, which anyone would be lucky to have.

I honestly credit so much of who I am today (yes including the perky tits), to my mum and dad....and we better all still be in agreeance that this is a 'tribute' blog..!Their mutual respect, support, gentle guidance and that little sprinkle (okay big sprinkle) of downright inappropriateness, is a family recipe I will swear by forever.


To Barbie and Ken (yes my parents real names!)

Couldn't of done it without you guys