Families eh?
Mr. Jugular is 5 years older than me, but I'm 31, so it's not exactly cradle-robbing. The oldest guy I dated was the same age as my dad, the relationship was good while it lasted, but not interesting in any way. The story I will impart is not about me

Here is a story from the Family Jugular!

My Uncle Eddie (who has no teeth) and Auntie Marion were married for 20 years before they got divorced. They were both about 40 at the time and had three children, two girls (17 and 14) and a boy (16)

Their respective rebound shags caused some raised eyebrows

He started dating a woman 30 years older than him who looked just like my grandmother and had a similar capacity for alcohol.

SIDE POINT: My rather "classy" grandmother died after getting so drunk, she fell down the stairs and broke her neck. The occasion? Her sisters funeral

Anyway.....

She started dating a trolley boy from the local supermarket, aged 17.

For the love of biscuits, was I the only one seeing the Freudian implications of this?

Actually, yes I was! Everyone else was too busy avoiding Auntie Marion out of embarrassment and avoiding Uncle Eddie because his new squeeze always requested 2 drinks on our round.

I'm surprisingly normal compared to my family, I have another uncle who married a lesbian by accident and my brother is marrying a girl who was kicked in the head by a horse.

Just thought you might like to know that
(Jugular, Thu 4 Dec 2008, 21:24, 1 reply)

The funeral bit
Wow.
(kitescreech still here, Fri 5 Dec 2008, 19:57, closed)