I don't think my family has any white sheep
There's the one gran who lived in Iraq for a few years - Saddam actually took her out to dinner once.

Then there's the other one who lived in Paris. She had several husbands, and least one of which topped himself. She called him woofles. Apparently another one was capable of farting the national anthem. I hope that's the one I'm decended from. I can certainly fart pretty well...

Then there's my Mum who as a kid put a garden fork through her sisters foot, my uncle who had to go to hospital with crayons up his nose, my other uncle who wrote a gay environmental book called "world without trees", my aunt who terrified me by sleeping stark naked with no covers and her eyes wide open in the room next to me. My step-father who was a drunk psycho who landed me in care. My Dad who dropped acid with Timothy Leary in the 60's (but don't tell his wife) and paints wierd pictures in Hong Kong.

Yup, I come from fab stock me. Look:


(teasus likes tea, Fri 14 Jan 2005, 11:31, Reply)