Dad
and his brother used to have several rituals.

1. they got a small model of John Wayne in a cornflakes packet when they were younger, which they spent 11 years hiding in various places around their house - whoever found it had to hide it next - as they were at boarding school, it could be months before it was moved. Apparently the best was when they hid it in the jaws of a stuffed crocodile my grandmother kept in the fireplace, it managed 5 months undetected.

2. Whilst at school (and then once dad went to uni), they would write to eachother, but the challenge was to reuse the letter and envelope as many times as possible, i.e. by writing in a different colour of ink, by writing at a slant, by merely writing between the lines. This could go on for months, and my mother witnessed it a few times when she was first dating dad.

3. Once they got a bit older, whenever my grandmother was being dull (i.e. discussing interest rates at the christmas dinner table, or droning on and fucking on about politics during a family gathering), dad and my uncle would just pick up her chair, with her in it, and move her to a different room, without any signal to the other that they planned it. Dad still does that when my sister is getting pretentious and arty too, although it's now extended to putting her in an empty rubbish bin.
( ascorbate, Fri 21 Nov 2008, 15:15, 1 reply)

Can I borrow your dad?
I'll give him back after Christmas
( seeballs Doo da da doo da da doo da da doo, da da doo da do, Fri 21 Nov 2008, 17:51, closed)