Ok, not a thread about the Post Office scandal, but their plight has made me wonder if anyone else has ever been accused of telling a lie, no matter how big or how small.
Obviously not talking about little white lies - which we all probably do from time to time:
'Do you like my new dress/sofa/haircut?'
'Ooh ... lovely'.
No, I mean real lies.
My aunt & uncle lived a couple of doors down from us. When I was a child, maybe about 7 or 8 yrs of age, my aunt's younger sister, who was visiting her one day, accused me of lying about something. *Aunt was married to my Dad's brother, so her sister was no relation to me at all really - but a real witch. Let's call her Heather - which coincidentally is her real name. The delightful Heather had made friends with an equally delightful witch, let's call her Isobel ... who lived in the next estate. They were both around the age of 16 or 17 at the time (bear in mind I was about 7 or 8) and they both amused themselves by chasing after young girls in the village and threatening to TAKE THEIR KNICKERS OFF! Whaaaaaat?! I know! Sexual abuse these days no doubt. Anyway, this was in the 1960s.
So one day I was heading home and the two witches saw me, told me they were going to take my knickers off ... and started to chase after me. I was honestly terrified. I ran like mad and was crying my eyes out. Eventually I made it home ... knickers intact ... but I was in an awful state by this time, and Mum asked what was wrong and why was I was crying - so I told her. She went mad and went round to my aunt's house and told her what had happened. Aunt apparently confronted the delightful Heather when she came home and of course the delightful Heather denied everything. Aunt told my Mum I was lying. Aunt told me I was lying - and told me off for lying!Unfortunately I was born in an era when a child didn't argue with an adult. But I'm sure my darling Mum must've defended me there and then but it's all so long ago I just can't remember.
This might all sound rather trivial to some, after all, nothing really happened - apart from the fact I was called a liar when I wasn't. I can't remember if my Mum & I discussed this further, even days/weeks/months/years/decades later. For some reason this has played on my mind ever since my Mum died - I often wish I'd re-hashed this saga and asked her; did you believe me? But I think she must have, I hope she did anyway. Mums know their children, right?
To this day I HATE LOATHE & DESPISE liars. I have a deep hatred of liars. I also have a special understanding of how it must feel for anyone who's been accused of telling a lie when they're totally innocent. I've also met, along the way, people who lie just for the sake of it - you couldn't believe a word that comes out of their mouths. It's some sort of personality defect. Once I find a person out in a deliberate lie, that's it, no more contact. Trust gone. Piss off. Goodbye.
(The delightful Heather & Isobel are still around btw - is it too late to sue for childhood trauma?)
Anyway, anyone else ever been accused of lying? Or have you found a liar out?
Obviously not talking about little white lies - which we all probably do from time to time:
'Do you like my new dress/sofa/haircut?'
'Ooh ... lovely'.
No, I mean real lies.
My aunt & uncle lived a couple of doors down from us. When I was a child, maybe about 7 or 8 yrs of age, my aunt's younger sister, who was visiting her one day, accused me of lying about something. *Aunt was married to my Dad's brother, so her sister was no relation to me at all really - but a real witch. Let's call her Heather - which coincidentally is her real name. The delightful Heather had made friends with an equally delightful witch, let's call her Isobel ... who lived in the next estate. They were both around the age of 16 or 17 at the time (bear in mind I was about 7 or 8) and they both amused themselves by chasing after young girls in the village and threatening to TAKE THEIR KNICKERS OFF! Whaaaaaat?!
I know! Sexual abuse these days no doubt. Anyway, this was in the 1960s.So one day I was heading home and the two witches saw me, told me they were going to take my knickers off ... and started to chase after me. I was honestly terrified. I ran like mad and was crying my eyes out. Eventually I made it home ... knickers intact ... but I was in an awful state by this time, and Mum asked what was wrong and why was I was crying - so I told her. She went mad and went round to my aunt's house and told her what had happened. Aunt apparently confronted the delightful Heather when she came home and of course the delightful Heather denied everything. Aunt told my Mum I was lying. Aunt told me I was lying - and told me off for lying!
Unfortunately I was born in an era when a child didn't argue with an adult. But I'm sure my darling Mum must've defended me there and then but it's all so long ago I just can't remember.This might all sound rather trivial to some, after all, nothing really happened - apart from the fact I was called a liar when I wasn't. I can't remember if my Mum & I discussed this further, even days/weeks/months/years/decades later. For some reason this has played on my mind ever since my Mum died - I often wish I'd re-hashed this saga and asked her; did you believe me? But I think she must have, I hope she did anyway. Mums know their children, right?
To this day I HATE LOATHE & DESPISE liars. I have a deep hatred of liars. I also have a special understanding of how it must feel for anyone who's been accused of telling a lie when they're totally innocent. I've also met, along the way, people who lie just for the sake of it - you couldn't believe a word that comes out of their mouths. It's some sort of personality defect. Once I find a person out in a deliberate lie, that's it, no more contact. Trust gone. Piss off. Goodbye.
(The delightful Heather & Isobel are still around btw - is it too late to sue for childhood trauma?)
Anyway, anyone else ever been accused of lying? Or have you found a liar out?
stars like in the cartoons. I couldnāt walk properly for about a week after that and had to take time off school again. To this day I donāt know whether my dad or my uncle was the liar. 
including pulling clothes from the shop floor, detagging them as they went out for loan and then tagging and putting them back. For some reason the actual Sales Assistants thought we had notions about ourselves and were weirdly territorial, hostile and sometimes outright combative whenever I would emerge from the in-store PR office to pull things. Think dirty looks and whispers, and constantly being questioned about what Iām doing or taking (please bear in mind I was not being paid AT ALL, so certainly not enough to be dealing with this unfounded and quite frankly bizarre aggro).
) Assistant comes up to me and says she can put it away for me. The vibe was honestly that intense that I knew the other workers would not like this and kept saying no but she insisted. I thanked her and returned to the office. Not 5 minutes later one of the queen 
so it must have been me