What would your father do if you were kidnapped by Parisian sex traffickers?

[MitzyLeFrouf]

I'm watching Liam Neeson in Taken as he kicks, wallops and murders his way across Paris in pursuit of his abducted daughter? It's made me wonder what my father would do if such a situation arose.

He's an ex-accountant with a dodgy hip so I'm not sure he'd follow the Neeson method of daughter retrieval. He'd be more likely to start the rescue by putting the kettle on, having a cup of tea and checking the weather forecast in Paris. Then he'd have to phone the 67 relatives to inform them of my perilous situation. By the time he got off the phone to my Auntie Mary my virtue would be long lost.

What would your dear old dad do?

MrsEvadneCake Bob, Tom, and Tony sound lovely!

My father would, based on what he said when I was 15, assume that 'With those shoulders she can look after herself'. So I did & have ever since. At the time I'd have been about 8 stone and 5'4" so not that big & powerful.

MitzyLeFrouf they are smashing. They all had mysterious dust in their eyes when I got married and their memories of Dad are great to share.

My dad died when I was very small, but my mum would be horrified I was drawing attention to myself and tell everyone that I have always been a drama queen and how silly I am.

We flew the day of the German wings catastrophe and she said when she first saw the news and realised it could be us, her first thought was 'well I'm not going on the TV to talk about it if they're all dead'.

Funny woman.

My Dad can fly all manner of flying machines and ride a motorbike; he also knows his way round various weaponry. i think he'd be brilliantly brave if the situation arises and will have mobilised his cronies (including my husband also of the flying/riding variety) into a dawn raid. I'd be telling the tale over a cup of tea at home before Mum'd even realised I was missing.

My Dad really is my hero, faults and all. He's a fabulous father and such a wonderful Grandad; just writing this makes me wish we were closer to them (not that I expect to be kidnapped anytime soon).

My dad would call my brother who has worked with various military people. My brother would call the police and the high up military person he worked for who no doubt has dealt with this stuff before.

My sister was speechless when my brother gave her dates to visit Lebanon with DN. My brother said people he had asked at work said 50-70% chance of her and or nephew being kidnapped. Brother said those dates I gave you are dates when I can coordinate help if it happens. Thank goodness she didn't go.

Dad would offer the kidnappers a malt whisky or two proceed to find out their entire life story and work out how we were related. I would escape myself and then Dad would tell everyone how wonderful I was and how I didn't need saving because I was perfectly capable of saving myself.

Oh if it was our DD that had been kidnapped, DP would probably just sneak off to the bathroom and cry.......

My father could absolutely do all the things that Liam Neeson did without compunction.
He was trained to do so and did for many years

However when he got me home again I would wish to be back with my captors as ime a man with those sort of skills also has so many problems and issues that he is deeply deeply unwell

If I phoned my Dad to inform him of my peril he'd mutter his usual
" I'll just get your mother".

My late father is another who would have written a strongly worded letter. Then he would have jotted down a few notes for a poem he would eventually write about the experience.

Then he would have told my mother all about it and expect her to sort things. Once when I was very little I fell out of a boat into a lake. I knew how to swim but panicked in the water. My parents were on shore, my dad noticed and gestured vaguely at the lake, saying to my mother, "Oh, I think FromSea might be drowning, dear."

My dad would have calmed my mam down by telling her I'd be more than capable of arguing my way out of any situation (true). Then, he'd borrow his sisters shotgun, round up some of his brothers and attempt to drive there in one of his clapped out motors. I say attempt, since none of his cars were ever reliable so he'd break down somewhere near Dover. After repairing the car with duck tape and a pair of tights, they'd be off again. There would be some arguments regarding navigation and how many stops for sandwiches. When they arrived, dad would wave the shotgun about a bit, tell them they'd better give me back then stand looking menacing until they complied. He was a man of few words but somehow everyone would wind up agreeing with him!

DH would have a massive panic attack trying to get there, then crush them all with his bare hands, without breaking a sweat. The trip home would induce another panic attack, then he'd get home and shout a bit about "how did you not realise they were sex traffickers?" Because they all wear an ID badge or something.

My dad would report it in normal way and then despite the fact that he 'knows' people in government etc.. Would leave it to the normal channels as he doesn't believe in nepotism -why should I get special treatment?

I'm watching 'Taken' now.

Army family here, so my father and sister would probably ring around for help and make it into a "training exercise". I would have to foot the bill for the booze, though.

This thread is great. How do you get it put in Classics?

My dad who is the King of 'whatever you've done, I've done it better' would probably start wittering on about the time he got sex trafficked and how much worse it was

He would probably leave my Mum to sort it out while he wrote a "strongly worded" letter to the Daily Telegraph. Again.

I do love my dopey Dad!

On the off chance he found out he would leave me there!

He has friends who would be able to help but I would probably have to pay him a fortune for it after, assuming he could remember who I am.

He'd have unleashed my mum on the bastards and let her sort it out in her own formidable, furious, murderous way

My mother, once informed of the situation would have informed her ex-military brothers and set about rescuing me and murdering the swines who'd taken me in the process

< cowers at the memory of formidable Scottish/Liverpudlian Catholic mother >

He would be on the first plane out, secretly thrilled that he had been proved right about The Forriners.

He might be Ok. Not so good at real life though

(this is a great thread OP - but I really hated the film - racist stereotypes galore.

I can imagine lots of frumpy Daily Mail reading types enjoying the idea that their daughters are going to be forcibly "taken" by all these foreign men when the reality is Priscilla and Megan are probably enjoying meeting and dating these dirty foreign blokes as they study together at Bristol)

If my bipolar dad had been on a manic phase he would have rounded up uncle Harry and his mate John. They would borrow a transit from a " mate", which was neither taxed or insured or even very roadworthy. They would pack nothing but Benson and Hedges and several flasks of coffee.
John and Harry would take turns driving ( despite Harry never having passed his test) because my dad liked regular naps but they would make it to Dover ok because despite never obeying a law or rule in his life my dad ever got caught.
It would take them a long time to get to Paris as they would have to avoid the motorway since there was no way my dad would pay the Tolls ( we once drove to Gibralter that way). On finding the kidnappers Harry would baffle them with his impenetrable Birmingham accent and total lack of boundaries while my dad made some sort of " deal" with them Arthur Daley style until the kidnappers would end up with less money than t.hey started with and a dodgy radio.
John would drive us all home while Harry told inappropriate jokes, we would not stop for food or sleep ( although my dad would sleep most of the way)and would have to survive on coffee and Benson and Hedges.
My father would probably have to spend a month asleep on the sofa to get over having to make an effort.

I'm assuming Neeson manages to rescue her before she is raped and therefore loses all social value?