I used to be related to a retired Major
who wore a red coat for the Leciestershire hunt (The second most expensive hunt in England before they banned the lot), changed cars every other month and generaly spent shit loads of money that he didn't have. When my relative divorced him, he re-married. That wife decided to serve divorce papers on him the morning before a large dinner party at their place. During the party, she got jealous of him talking to another woman (despite the divorce she was asking for) and a big fight began. The Major went to the kitchen and came back with a knife. Someone took it from him. He went and got another and stabbed his wife three times. Someone then whacked him witha bottle of wine and took the knife. Our hero ran to the gun cupboard (collecting another knife on the way) and then returned to find that the party was attempting to leave. He went outside and slashed a few tyres before chasing people around with his trusty shotgun. He only fired it once (nobody knows if it really was up in the air as he claimed) before the cops arrived. Anyway, she survived and divorced him (I wonder what her grounds were?) and he managed to somehow avoid jail! It was all in the Daily Telegraph about a week later. So don't marry that bloke.
I also pissed in front of Prince Charlie at a polo match in Sydney when I was about two.
I'm also distantly related to someone who used to live here: www.xs4all.nl/~douven/inner.journey/images/stansted-hall.jpg
So there.
( The Togaboy The world will end on, Fri 16 Sep 2005, 2:31, Reply)