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#96

my great uncle was President of the GAA for 3 years (before i was born)

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#98

As far as I know my family had nothing to do with Subbuteo (I had a set when I was a kid, though I ended up turning the pitch upside down and putting it over some books to create instant terrain for sweet Warhammer 40K battles).

My dad claims he once dated the (grand?)daughter of the man who invented rawlplugs if that helps.

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#99

my Grandad owned a monkey and a parrot and was overseas a lot. The monkey bit my dad on the chin and left a scar. That’s pretty interesting, right?

#100

My mother had an aunt who lived in France for most of her life. She was active in the resistance during the war and was caught and sent to Auschwitz. When she arrived they gave her the prison number tattoo. She worked in the camp as a nurse and when the prison guards found out she was a Jew they crossed out the original number tattoo and gave her another one. We took her to visit Auschwitz when she turned 90 (at her request - not a horrifying birthday surprise) and the museum staff had never seen two tattoos, or known that there were Jewish nurses working at the camp. She had a series of small dogs throughout her life, all of which were named Judah. When she died she was on Judah Six.

On my dad’s side he had an uncle who had a penchant for robbing post offices and banks. He used to leave getaway cars outside my grandad’s house and my dad and his sister would play in them for a few days before they’d disappear. This same uncle disappeared for years (probably banged up) and the next time we saw him was on the front of the local paper being outed as the man responsible for introducing crystal meth to County Durham.

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#101

my 2nd cousin or something like that was miss greece (dunno what year)

my cousin won bronze and gold in swimming at the paralympics, got an MBE

my grandmother was related to a famous greek musician but i can’t remember his name

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#102

I dunno what to say man. Hence the shrug.

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#103

don’t worry I believe you are telling the truth but the relative obscurity but also recognisability of the anecdote would make it a perfect one for a porky :slight_smile:

#104

this guy is my second cousin

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#105

*primo segundo

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#106

ok!

#107

Second cousin is an Olympian gold medallist i believe

#108

I forget that he was first choice at Real for a while.

Mad as fuck (in the sense that he’s your cousin, i mean).

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#109

Some interesting stories about her ‘activities’ in a book that I just read.

#110

I’m unhealthily jealous of him.

#112

To say the least. Not sure if tracking down her fortunes will also uncover 8mm film of Bob Monkhouse in the nip

#113

One of my great-aunts reckons she hung about with the Krays in the 60s, but to be honest everyone who was alive in East London at the time says the same thing. That said, she dealt drugs well into her 70s from her place near Wanstead Flats, my mum would be chatting to her on the phone and she’d be like THERE’S A KNOCK AT THE DOOR GOTTA GO MATE BYE. Or we’d be round her house for tea, and she’d get a phone call and make us go home.

On the other hand, my great-uncle was a gunner in the Lancaster bomber in WWII. We recently found out his squadron was featured in a war book, and it actually says they never received recognition for some of what they did and should be recommended for a posthumous bravery award. Which would be cool.

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#114

Which would obviously be a dream come true.

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#115

My 2nd cousin was Christopher Wallace. I remember when I was very small going over to the west coast and taking the piss out of his ‘poems’.

#116

My uncle had a pet monkey when he lived in Africa in the 70s

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