Reminds me of my father's second marriage.
He married a woman from a large local landowning family, the whole thing was very extravagant and completely bankrolled by 'her' family.

The only ghosts from my father's past were my brother, sister and me. The vicar was the most insensitive cunt I've ever come across; his sermon was effectively saying 'forget about the past - that's irrelevant and all a terrible mistake - it all starts from here and now'.

Thanks a fucking bunch you thoughtless spastic - there are three adults in the front row that are the product of that 'terrible mistake' and they might just possibly be finding all this a little difficult right about now. Describing them and their entire lives as a kind of inconvenient error might conceivably be considered a mite insensitive.

We found my sister in floods of tears behind a gravestone after the service.

GO CHRISTIANITY!!
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Fri 5 Feb 2010, 11:57, 1 reply, 16 years ago)

Nothing a litre of Buckfast and a teaspoon couldn't sort out.
Get him to chose which eye he wanted popped, then pop both, and say that vision was a thing of the past, and the he should now use his faith to guide him, from here and now.
(Cancer Joy was short lived, Fri 5 Feb 2010, 12:05, Reply)