A risky gambit
My mother died suddenly a few months ago. Luckily, if that's the word, my sister and I were visiting at the time, so could help my father with the arrangements. The funeral director came around to discuss the various options.

After we'd helped our father make his choices, we were just chatting with the funeral director before he left. I can't remember how it came about, but he started talking about Harold Shipman - the doctor who was Britain's most prolific serial killer. Now, given that our mother had just died unexpectedly in hospital, I wouldn't have thought that that was a subject that should be casually brought up!

As it happens, none of us were offended, but that was a conversational gambit that could have gone very, very wrong for him...
(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Fri 12 Apr 2013, 11:22, 1 reply)

Maybe he was a fellow b3tan?

( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Fri 12 Apr 2013, 11:30, closed)