Not to be fucked with
My Grandpa (long since passed on) on my mum's side was apparently as hard as nails; as i've had it recounted to me he was in WWII and the Korean War, and apparently was awarded a medal of some import for saving several crew members when their vessel was torpedoed and they found themselves in the sea on a makeshift raft. Not a man with an open diary for bullshit it would seem.

His tales of reigning in sibling idiocy are manifold, and even mentioning his name puts older members of my family into either hysterical laughter or hushed conversation as to his disciplinarian / hard line approach to raising a family.

I like to think it would be nice to meet him for a pint and a nip and just talk shite - unfortunately that's never going to happen.

Still overawed by the stories and photos, and disturbed by the family likeness (Jug ears, frown)
(mymilkshakebringsallthemongstotheyard poison hearts, poison minds - joining hate, Fri 3 Jun 2011, 23:56, Reply)