Racist Great Aunt
My great aunt was born and brought up in Darjeeling, and I doubt if she ever did a day's work in her life (Ninja edit: I am advised by my sister, that, yes, she was a nurse at one stage. I stand corrected). In later years, she cut a bit of a sad figure, living alone in a big house in Seaford, surrounded by mostly broken souvenirs of her life collecting cheap ceramic figurines. We would invite her to stay, often, for long miserable weeks at a time.

The final time she stayed, she was increasingly erratic, more and more demanding and enormously racist. She would sit in front of the television (BBC1 or 2 only, "I'd never watch The Third Channel, it's for common oiks" she said) and pass judgement over anyone who appeared on screen. Her greatest shock and disgust was reserved for some bloke who had their shirt tails visibly hanging out. I thought she was going to burst a blood vessel.

Then, one night, she snapped the television off in a rage and shouted: "That's it! I forbid you to watch this again. There's far too many darkies on the BBC."

Words were spoken, then shouted, my mum cried, and Mad Great Aunt left the next morning and never came back.
( Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 27 Oct 2011, 12:10, Reply)