Crazy Relatives
curvylittlegoth writes, "My Grandma is crazy, crazy mad. As well as regularly putting curses on us all, she once fell asleep in the armchair on a sunny afternoon, Barley Wine in one hand, Peter Stuyveson in the other, only to wake up several hours later to a Darth Vader sounding fireman. She thought she was in HELL as the smoke and flames billowed round her..."
Are any of your relatives this loopy?
( , Thu 5 Jul 2007, 15:59)
curvylittlegoth writes, "My Grandma is crazy, crazy mad. As well as regularly putting curses on us all, she once fell asleep in the armchair on a sunny afternoon, Barley Wine in one hand, Peter Stuyveson in the other, only to wake up several hours later to a Darth Vader sounding fireman. She thought she was in HELL as the smoke and flames billowed round her..."
Are any of your relatives this loopy?
( , Thu 5 Jul 2007, 15:59)
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My nan
I loved my Evil Nan - she was belligerent, scheming, emotionally manipulative and slightly racist in the way that so many of Britain's older generation are. So many stories, but this is one of my favourites - note that this happened before I was even born, and therefore Evil Nan partook in this course of action without the excuse of old age brain-addlement.
My Nan has an argument with my aunt (her daughter in law) about the correct recipe for rock cakes. Aunt goes home, thinking all is well, and everyone is jolly again. Little does she know that Evil Nan was just lulling her into a false sense of security before exacting her terrible punishment for aunt having the gall to point out that the name 'rock cake' should maybe not be taken so literally. Evil Nan then goes around the house, taking down every photo of her son getting married to said aunt. She takes them out of the frames, cuts aunt's head out of every single photo, and then puts them all back up, ready for aunt to see when she comes round again the following week.
Some part of me hopes her talent for vindictiveness is genetic - mwah ha ha ha...
( , Fri 6 Jul 2007, 15:16, Reply)
I loved my Evil Nan - she was belligerent, scheming, emotionally manipulative and slightly racist in the way that so many of Britain's older generation are. So many stories, but this is one of my favourites - note that this happened before I was even born, and therefore Evil Nan partook in this course of action without the excuse of old age brain-addlement.
My Nan has an argument with my aunt (her daughter in law) about the correct recipe for rock cakes. Aunt goes home, thinking all is well, and everyone is jolly again. Little does she know that Evil Nan was just lulling her into a false sense of security before exacting her terrible punishment for aunt having the gall to point out that the name 'rock cake' should maybe not be taken so literally. Evil Nan then goes around the house, taking down every photo of her son getting married to said aunt. She takes them out of the frames, cuts aunt's head out of every single photo, and then puts them all back up, ready for aunt to see when she comes round again the following week.
Some part of me hopes her talent for vindictiveness is genetic - mwah ha ha ha...
( , Fri 6 Jul 2007, 15:16, Reply)
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