Don't talk to me about black sheep
My dad. Christ, my dad is one hell of a black sheep.
I'm the oldest of his five kids, by 3 different women.
His family are Iranian, and are very close familywise - so much so that they're constantly lending him money for ill-fated business dealings (though he's now a postman). He repays them by not speaking to them for years on end (a few years ago my grandad came over from Iran - he'd not seen my dad for 15 years) and then turning up skint looking for handouts. One time his mum sent over a video of her asking how he was and to get in touch.
When he was married to my ma (I was only 3 when he decided to bolt), he gave away all her records that she'd collected from childhood as they were 'western' - and then promptly decided to gamble all our money away, leaving us with newspaper, that's newspaper, for carpet. His mum came over from Iran to give me and my bro clothes - she was that guilty about her son's actions.

I've not seen the guy for 2 years, my bro hasn't seen him for at least 10 years (Our Kid refuses to speak to any of 'that side' of the family). I wish I had his spite, I'm too nice...

Though I call him my dad, that's only in name and biologically. My stepdad is my dad, as far as I'm concerned, he brought me up, and that 'arsehole' (my mum's words) is just a name on a birth certificate.

Oh, and the time previous to when I last saw him, he was in court - assualt and battery, though the people he'd given a hiding were BNP scum apparently, which is probably the most honourable thing he's ever done.
(scentless_apprentice takes two bottles into the shower!, Tue 18 Jan 2005, 21:28, Reply)