Well here it is , sorry for delay, it won't be worth it anyway!
No Funnies I'm afraid.

Anyhoo, 50 or so yrs ago my Granddad and his brother started a engineering business in the sleepy village of Widnes did quite well by all accounts and was sold to an American company for a tidy profit, they had written in the sale that the two of them couldn't start another company doing anything similar for 10yrs, so after that time that's what they did.

They started another Engineering Company in Widnes which made stainless steel pipe fittings which was the bread and butter for my Granddads family inc my mother.

Time rolls on and the business is doing really well so well in fact that Granddad buys my Uncle (his son) a Marcos car and a fucking Hotel in Wales for his 21st birthday, well the hotel was bust within a year, god knows what happened to the car though.

So in his infinite wisdom GD decides to let him take over the day to day running of a engineering company, wise plan!

Time rolls on my Mum marries my Dad and was pretty much cajoled into selling the 4 (I think) newsagents in Liverpool he had and putting the money into the company for a nice amount of shares, things are rosy for several years, I had the best education (not that I actually made an effort to use it) grew up in a beautiful house with landscaped gardens to play in etc etc...
that was until I was 15 anyway, that was when my Uncle and GD decided that the business wasn't going as well as it was and asked Dad to sell our house and put it into the business to prop it up, 'no chance' said Dad and that was that really, the business went into receivership and everyone involved lost a lot of money, luckily we still had the house which was sold just before the crash in 1989 (ish?) they then bought the house they live in now and potter around doing jobs they actually enjoy and have never been happier...

The point to this story is my mother had to chose between her family and her husband, obviously she chose my Dad but she or my dad didn't speak to GD etc for several years, luckily for my Uncle et al my Mum is a very forgiving person so they all talk to each other now (except GD - He's dead), well it is 20yrs ago.


WAKE UP - told you it wasn't gonna be funny!

Length, errr.. my tongue's really flexible.
(Kip, Thu 12 Nov 2009, 12:34, Reply)