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» Putting the Fun in Funeral
getting rid of those ashes.....
My friends father died. The last time she saw him she was about 7 and he was beating up her mother. So, 20 something years later she still didn't like him much, but was the last next of kin and had to dispose of his ashes. It was when wine was cheaper in France than the UK and so she decided to go on a cross channel wine shopping trip and empty the ashes over the side in the middle of the channel. It was a windy day, though, and they all blew back over the deck and interested onlookers.
Another ashes one. Friend working for the FCO occassionally has to dsipose of foreign nationals when there's no one back in the UK, or the rellies just find it too expensive to ship back. He was driving round with a bottle of ashes in the back of the car every weekend for months, as every time he got to some scenic spot and tried to empty it out, a crowd of fascinated Chinese just appeared out of nowhere....
(Thu 11th May 2006, 12:59, More)
getting rid of those ashes.....
My friends father died. The last time she saw him she was about 7 and he was beating up her mother. So, 20 something years later she still didn't like him much, but was the last next of kin and had to dispose of his ashes. It was when wine was cheaper in France than the UK and so she decided to go on a cross channel wine shopping trip and empty the ashes over the side in the middle of the channel. It was a windy day, though, and they all blew back over the deck and interested onlookers.
Another ashes one. Friend working for the FCO occassionally has to dsipose of foreign nationals when there's no one back in the UK, or the rellies just find it too expensive to ship back. He was driving round with a bottle of ashes in the back of the car every weekend for months, as every time he got to some scenic spot and tried to empty it out, a crowd of fascinated Chinese just appeared out of nowhere....
(Thu 11th May 2006, 12:59, More)
» Take my Mother-in-law...
MIL
My MIL passed away about a year after we married, but I have eight sisters in law, four with different religions who would so like to convert me. Big sister would ring every sunday morning for weeks at 7am to ask me to go to a Buddhist sect called Yi Guan Dao, which mostly involves banging your head on the floor 100 times. The second belongs to a more normal buddhist sect and is vegetarian but cooks texas steaks. The third changes religion every few years, one time she changed buddhist sects (from the japanese one where you chant for a BMW, to a more mundane one) she made the family move their father's bones to another temple miles away, but she's now an ardent Christian and won't even go there on his death anniversary. The youngest one beleived in the power of pyramids and cystals and aliens leaving messages, but she's now become a born-again Christian. We'll see how long that lasts. In Dallas, where five of the SOLs live, they have a pet dog which was the sole survivor of a group of weird taiwan religious sect followers who committed mass suicide. --Its a very quiet dog. apoleng.
(Tue 13th Sep 2005, 9:30, More)
MIL
My MIL passed away about a year after we married, but I have eight sisters in law, four with different religions who would so like to convert me. Big sister would ring every sunday morning for weeks at 7am to ask me to go to a Buddhist sect called Yi Guan Dao, which mostly involves banging your head on the floor 100 times. The second belongs to a more normal buddhist sect and is vegetarian but cooks texas steaks. The third changes religion every few years, one time she changed buddhist sects (from the japanese one where you chant for a BMW, to a more mundane one) she made the family move their father's bones to another temple miles away, but she's now an ardent Christian and won't even go there on his death anniversary. The youngest one beleived in the power of pyramids and cystals and aliens leaving messages, but she's now become a born-again Christian. We'll see how long that lasts. In Dallas, where five of the SOLs live, they have a pet dog which was the sole survivor of a group of weird taiwan religious sect followers who committed mass suicide. --Its a very quiet dog. apoleng.
(Tue 13th Sep 2005, 9:30, More)
» Addicted
addiction
Forget alcohol, forget drugs, forget sex, forget food, the best addiction in life is moving your body. It is a huge universe of space and muscles which is totally wasted on most people who just walk around in it and otherwise abuse it without realising it's an endless, limitless paradise. Running, swimming, bally-sports with basic motor skills ok,I suppose, but the pinnacle is dance. Until you do this, or maybe some forms of martial art you have no idea what you grew up in and what you are walking around in. Dont waste it .
(Wed 24th Dec 2008, 6:46, More)
addiction
Forget alcohol, forget drugs, forget sex, forget food, the best addiction in life is moving your body. It is a huge universe of space and muscles which is totally wasted on most people who just walk around in it and otherwise abuse it without realising it's an endless, limitless paradise. Running, swimming, bally-sports with basic motor skills ok,I suppose, but the pinnacle is dance. Until you do this, or maybe some forms of martial art you have no idea what you grew up in and what you are walking around in. Dont waste it .
(Wed 24th Dec 2008, 6:46, More)
» Terrible Parenting
terrible parenting
My mother who loved to boast to us that she was was an ophthalmic nurse, which probably doesn't even exist any more, never noticed that my sister was virtually blind and went through school memorising by ear. When my sister was 16 a school eye test found how blind she was, almost completely gone in one eye and mininal in the other. The optician who saw her for glasses couldn't believe that shehad got accross the road for so many years without being killed. My mother's response when my sister used to tell her she couldn't see something " You're just not looking properly, you stupid child" She also didn't notice we were abused by our paternal grandfather every time we went to visit, and made us stay with the grandparents every for a week of toture every summer. If one of us were murdered in front of her she probably wouldn't have interfered.
(Tue 21st Aug 2007, 16:33, More)
terrible parenting
My mother who loved to boast to us that she was was an ophthalmic nurse, which probably doesn't even exist any more, never noticed that my sister was virtually blind and went through school memorising by ear. When my sister was 16 a school eye test found how blind she was, almost completely gone in one eye and mininal in the other. The optician who saw her for glasses couldn't believe that shehad got accross the road for so many years without being killed. My mother's response when my sister used to tell her she couldn't see something " You're just not looking properly, you stupid child" She also didn't notice we were abused by our paternal grandfather every time we went to visit, and made us stay with the grandparents every for a week of toture every summer. If one of us were murdered in front of her she probably wouldn't have interfered.
(Tue 21st Aug 2007, 16:33, More)
» Dentists
dentists
My dentist in Brixton was called Lester Piggot. He referred me to a dentist, in the British sense, at King's College Hospital to have my wisdom teeth out. My mouth is small, and to pull out my back teeth that sadist pulled my nose so hard it broke. With a group of students looking on. Two days later I left the country and only noticed my nose was twisted when I had visa photos taken. No wonder my nose hurt een more than my teeth. Bastard british dentists.
(Mon 6th Nov 2006, 2:53, More)
dentists
My dentist in Brixton was called Lester Piggot. He referred me to a dentist, in the British sense, at King's College Hospital to have my wisdom teeth out. My mouth is small, and to pull out my back teeth that sadist pulled my nose so hard it broke. With a group of students looking on. Two days later I left the country and only noticed my nose was twisted when I had visa photos taken. No wonder my nose hurt een more than my teeth. Bastard british dentists.
(Mon 6th Nov 2006, 2:53, More)