Neighbours
I used to live next door to a pair of elderly naturists, only finding out about their hobby when they bade me a cheerful, saggy 'Hello' while I was 25 feet up a ladder repairing the chimney. Luckily, a bush broke my fall, but the memory of a fat, naked man in an ill-fitting wig will live with me forever.
( , Thu 1 Oct 2009, 12:41)
I used to live next door to a pair of elderly naturists, only finding out about their hobby when they bade me a cheerful, saggy 'Hello' while I was 25 feet up a ladder repairing the chimney. Luckily, a bush broke my fall, but the memory of a fat, naked man in an ill-fitting wig will live with me forever.
( , Thu 1 Oct 2009, 12:41)
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A blast from the past...
Not from me, but my long departed (and much missed) Grandad.
Many, many moons ago, my Grandad and his brother Fred were sharing a top floor flat, essentially a large converted loft. Now, this was long before the days of indoor toilets and so as a result if you needed to go, you had to go into the back garden and use the outside toilet. Problem was, it was midnight, it was the middle of winter and my Grandad had no intention of going that far. A bucket was kept for just such an emergency.
Unfortunately, said bucket was full... So my Grandad, ever the utilitarian in such trying circumstances opened the window and threw out the waste water... Which splashed onto the roof which extended over the landlords (a butcher) bedroom. Grandad did his business and thought nothing more of it.
Come the morning both my Grandad and Great Uncle Fred came down to join the butcher for breakfast whereupon the butcher stated loudly:
"It was absolutely pissing it down last night! Did you hear it?"
Ahh I miss him. And the stories of him and my Uncle Fred - those two were I think the best of my family.
( , Fri 2 Oct 2009, 2:07, Reply)
Not from me, but my long departed (and much missed) Grandad.
Many, many moons ago, my Grandad and his brother Fred were sharing a top floor flat, essentially a large converted loft. Now, this was long before the days of indoor toilets and so as a result if you needed to go, you had to go into the back garden and use the outside toilet. Problem was, it was midnight, it was the middle of winter and my Grandad had no intention of going that far. A bucket was kept for just such an emergency.
Unfortunately, said bucket was full... So my Grandad, ever the utilitarian in such trying circumstances opened the window and threw out the waste water... Which splashed onto the roof which extended over the landlords (a butcher) bedroom. Grandad did his business and thought nothing more of it.
Come the morning both my Grandad and Great Uncle Fred came down to join the butcher for breakfast whereupon the butcher stated loudly:
"It was absolutely pissing it down last night! Did you hear it?"
Ahh I miss him. And the stories of him and my Uncle Fred - those two were I think the best of my family.
( , Fri 2 Oct 2009, 2:07, Reply)
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