When my grandfather died some years back (father to Aunty Evil), my dad (the Germolene Gene) hopped on a plane from America straight to England for the funeral.
We weren't really too sure how long he would be gone or when to expect him back.
However, we were rather surprised when, 6 days later, my grandmother called us to ask what happened to him.
I can't remember if we actually got confirmation of this or whether we just decided it was the likely reason...but either way, he never left London for the trip up north. Apparently, he was held hostage in a London pub for a week or so.
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Friday, October 19, 2007
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That sounds like something that might happen to you and I. Especially if I have to drive.
You have a point there
The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
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