Grandparents
My awesome grandad flew in Wellingtons in the war. Damn, those shortages were terrible. Tell us about brilliant-stroke-rubbish grandparents.
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My awesome grandad flew in Wellingtons in the war. Damn, those shortages were terrible. Tell us about brilliant-stroke-rubbish grandparents.
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( , Thu 2 Jun 2011, 21:51)
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nan & grandad
I come from a mixed race family
Nan
My nan on my mum’s side would never stop talking. Whenever she was visiting she would follow you around the house with a constant stream of fast chat in her mixed Caribbean Texan accent. You would be sitting on the toilet, loo roll in hand ready to wipe with her in the hallway chatting at you through the door. We timed her once during a 2 - 3 hour car journey and she managed to pause for 11 a maximum seconds.
She also had a habit of waking up at 5am for her tea and banana before sewing and has driven an 18 wheeler truck from Canada to Texas. She moved to the UK in the 1960's from Trinidad, a young single mother with two young kids, endured all that life threw at her, the racism, riots, poverty and hardship with steely determination to do well, later she moved to Toronto then down to the US aiming for California and got as far as Dallas which rather strangely suited her.
She passed away last month and before when shown pictures of her final resting place she announced "I hope all the others there are ready to get up at midnight and party ". More Rest And Party than Rest In Peace.
Grandad
My Grandad on my dad’s side was your London working class man from Catford. A builder by trade, raced a few greyhounds and retired selling a bit of fruit and veg down the market. In his own home he would be “nigger” this and “wog” that. My dad used to point out to him “I am married to a black woman, Peter is dating a black woman, you have a black guy sleeping on your sofa and so and so who is also black is fixing your car…….”. His response would be that he can say whatever he liked in his own home. It was a focal point of many arguments between them.
We found out later that when he was working on the building sites if anyone said anything racist in front of him he would with all seriousness have a go “don’t you fucking dare speak about people in my family like that in front of me”.
( , Tue 7 Jun 2011, 15:53, 3 replies)
I come from a mixed race family
Nan
My nan on my mum’s side would never stop talking. Whenever she was visiting she would follow you around the house with a constant stream of fast chat in her mixed Caribbean Texan accent. You would be sitting on the toilet, loo roll in hand ready to wipe with her in the hallway chatting at you through the door. We timed her once during a 2 - 3 hour car journey and she managed to pause for 11 a maximum seconds.
She also had a habit of waking up at 5am for her tea and banana before sewing and has driven an 18 wheeler truck from Canada to Texas. She moved to the UK in the 1960's from Trinidad, a young single mother with two young kids, endured all that life threw at her, the racism, riots, poverty and hardship with steely determination to do well, later she moved to Toronto then down to the US aiming for California and got as far as Dallas which rather strangely suited her.
She passed away last month and before when shown pictures of her final resting place she announced "I hope all the others there are ready to get up at midnight and party ". More Rest And Party than Rest In Peace.
Grandad
My Grandad on my dad’s side was your London working class man from Catford. A builder by trade, raced a few greyhounds and retired selling a bit of fruit and veg down the market. In his own home he would be “nigger” this and “wog” that. My dad used to point out to him “I am married to a black woman, Peter is dating a black woman, you have a black guy sleeping on your sofa and so and so who is also black is fixing your car…….”. His response would be that he can say whatever he liked in his own home. It was a focal point of many arguments between them.
We found out later that when he was working on the building sites if anyone said anything racist in front of him he would with all seriousness have a go “don’t you fucking dare speak about people in my family like that in front of me”.
( , Tue 7 Jun 2011, 15:53, 3 replies)
so your story is
'i had a nan'. you and every other cunt this week, fucko.
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'i had a nan'. you and every other cunt this week, fucko.
( , Tue 7 Jun 2011, 15:54, closed)
How odd.
Your posting style lives up to your chosen name.
Well done.
( , Tue 7 Jun 2011, 17:12, closed)
Your posting style lives up to your chosen name.
Well done.
( , Tue 7 Jun 2011, 17:12, closed)
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