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Friend of mine at school was Dave Butcher. He always hated butcher. Became Dave West. He was a keyboard player in a group who then called themselves go west.
My bimbo of a mother managed to change my surname without doing it legally, I had her maiden name. She then got married sent me to school with my new surname, She set me up bank accounts in my new surname, I then at 16 had my NI number in that surname but obviously my birth certificate was a completely different name. Which turned out to be a massive hassle in the end.
It's a bit like the Forest of Dean then... you can end up being your own grandfather there.... and you get free banjo lessons in the local tech.
Many, many years ago, when I was twenty-three,
I was married to a widow who was pretty as can be
this widow had a grown-up daughter who had hair of red.
my father fell in love with her, and soon they too were wed.
This made my dad my son-in-law and really changed my life,
now my daughter was my mother, cause she was my father's wife.
to complicate the matter, even though it brought me joy,
I soon became the father of a bouncing baby boy.
My little baby then became a brother-in-law to Dad,
and so became my uncle, though it made me very sad.
for if he was my uncle, then that also made him brother
of the widow's grown-up daughter, who, of course,
was my stepmother.
Father's wife then had a son who kept him on the run,
and he became my grandchild, for he was my daughter's son.
my wife is now my mother's mother, and it makes me blue,
because, although she is my wife, she's my grandmother, too.
Now if my wife is my grandmother, then I'm her grandchild,
and every time I think of it, it nearly drives me wild,
cause now I have become the strangest case you ever saw
as husband of my grandmother, I am my own grandpa!
Oh, I'm my own grandpa.
I'm my own grandpa.
it sounds funny I know but it really is so,
oh, I'm my own grandpa
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lol My partners a born a bred Aylesbury boy, I hope if we ever have children, that they don't come out with two heads and 10 fingers on each hand. (sorry Aylesbury people reading this)
I know a women whose Half brother is her cousin, but I think thats a bit more of the old 'having it off with my wifes sister' sort of thing
lol My partners a born a bred Aylesbury boy, I hope if we ever have children, that they don't come out with two heads and 10 fingers on each hand. (sorry Aylesbury people reading this)
I know a women whose Half brother is her cousin, but I think thats a bit more of the old 'having it off with my wifes sister' sort of thing
I've lived near Aylesbury for many years but I can safely say I wasn't born and bred there so none of that applies to me.
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