Blood related stories eh?
Sort of related...

As soon as I left college, and keen not to languish on the dole for too long, I was prepared to do anything. Literally anything. As with many arty types, I knew that there may be great waves of being 'between jobs' and figured that I would try to always remain gainfully employed, whatever the circumstances.

My ex, who was temporarily working in the local jobcentre, took this willingness to work for blood money quite literally, and got me packed off to work in the local jam rag factory (long since shut down, and which is now a 'Pirate's Island' kiddy indoor adventure playground).

If any lady b3tans reading this received a free gift* of a lovely pink plastic wallet with their bumper-sized packets of Kotex, thus enabling you to discretely keep a handy 'out and about' selection of off-road wear in your handbags, chances are that it was yours truly that packed it...


*The promotion was in the Summer 1990 and I lasted two weeks before getting a proper job...
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Thu 7 Aug 2008, 17:26, Reply)