Initiation rites
I come from a family that has roots in the dark ages, and they have this little tradition on the birth of a new child that involves a drop of the old claret.

Think of being blooded after your first successful fox hunt or deer kill, you get the idea.

Anyway the family had been going through a bad patch before I came along and the new lackey from the west country wasn't the sharpest tool in the box.

So eventually the birds and the bees performed the magic and mum gets bigger with child and after the usual 9 months gives birth to me, "BLOOD!" roars my dad from the bedroom to carry on the tradition

"Oy'll get it!" replied the plump but inept bumpkin wet nurse, and toddled off, but being a batty cow she only came back with tomato ketchup instead of a pint of type O negative, and let me tell you, that has caused no end of bloody trouble for me over the years.

Stupid bitch

Yours, Count Duckula
(Halfy By light alone, Fri 8 Aug 2008, 8:40, 1 reply)

Ah yes
You get a click for nostalgia, and for reminding me why the hell I still say "Oy'll get it!" like that.
( Noeli overtheshoulderboulderholderthingstraplatchboobs, Fri 8 Aug 2008, 8:45, closed)