However, My Dad's Father
Has led an interesting life, he always has stories to tell, and a firm hand for discipline, I honestly believe that if it wasn't for him (and the way he raised my own father) I'd have been one of those scrotes running about drinking pikey cider and robbing grannies.

He used to tell me stories of his RAF days stationed in Germany, and how they'd always used to go out and get pissed up on pay day. One particular story that sticks in my mind is when a group of them have gone out and spent a serious amount on the piss, they've gone back to base and passed out in their bunks. Upon waking he hears a quiet whimpering and whispers of "what the fuck have I done?" Looking over to the sounds of distress he sees one of his buddies with shit all over the covers, and a look of horror on his face. "I will never drink again" vows the buddy. Next month they're out again, and Private Shitty is not out with them. Again, a quite substantial amount of money is spent in a bar in West Germany. They go back and pass out again. However, Private Shitty is asleep, and they accidently wake him up. What happens next you ask? Well, another one of the troops is so bladdered, he can't see a thing, and he needs to use the toilet. What Private Shitty then sees is his mate, curling one out onto his bed! The whole block is woken up by Private Shitty beating 7 shades out of his mate.

On another note, My Granddad is one of the most inventive people I've ever met, he used to help me build the most fantastic vehicles out of mechano when I was a kid, he also taught me how to sail dinghy's and has never been shy of giving me advice (even if I don't need it)
(Maccy Divided by 0 on, Tue 7 Jun 2011, 14:31, Reply)