The family BBQ
Every year in or around June, my dad's side of the family get together to celebrate my Grandfather's birthday. Even though both him and my Grandma have now sadly died, we still celebrate it as a chance to get the family together.

These days it's the usual assortment of chargrilled animals followed by a liberal supply of alcohol, endieng in me and my dad seeing who can provoke the most amount of disappointment from, in his case, my mother (who is teetotal - if you knew my mum's side of the family, you would understand why), and in my case my mother and mrs ssmtb (I invariably win). Anyway, back in the day, it used to be my dad and my uncle.

Wavy lines (I'm using an Estonia computer which doesn't seem to have the symbol)...

One year my dad, uncle and aunt tried to drink their own body weight in Southern Comfort (my dad still can't drink it to this day). None of them remember the night. I have heard it reported from my mum and my now late grandfather.

My mum found my aunt in the garden passed out in a deckchair still clutching a bottle of SoCo. She found my dad in the neighboring field. Apparently, he had gone for a walk and had become trapped between a barbed wire fence and an electric one, and in his drunken haze, decided that the best course of action after being shredded and shocked, was to cut his losses and sleep where he was.

My uncle's story was reported by my grandfather. He had got up in the night to pee, and when approaching the toilet, saw, and i quote, "The moonlight glinting off the very pale and naked behind of my eldest as he attempted to cover the shame of a night of excessive consumption". Turns out he was scooping puke from the sink into the toilet.

Oh, and did I mention my Grandfather was a priest? (the C. of E. kind, not the the dubious catholic kind).
(satanstolemyteddybear Mu hõljuk on angerjaid täis, Sun 27 Feb 2011, 12:34, 4 replies)

Here you are
you can have mine... ~
(ComplexStuff Was confused by life on, Sun 27 Feb 2011, 13:02, closed)

Hmmm
I don't think he needs to be a catholic priest, surely the whole idea of religion in general is quite dubious
(Figmaus, Sun 27 Feb 2011, 13:30, closed)

True
But C of E priests tend not to be very religious. The one we had at our wedding (a family friend) said some very unreligious things when I asked how much of the superstitious nonsense he could cut out of ceremony (I'm an atheist, the wife is Anglican). In the end I think he only mentioned god once, but I did somehow get compared to a frog. Still not sure how that happened, but it made sense at the time.
( SteamedCleaner, Sun 27 Feb 2011, 14:02, closed)

Now THAT'S funny.
Was his name Father Jack by any chance?

(I do wish that clicking replies actually did something...)
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Sun 27 Feb 2011, 14:11, closed)