No! This Isn't A Duplicate
Go back and read yesteryon's title, you bafune. Conrad is upcycling titles, so live with it.
Okay, onto the meat of the matter. Your Humble Scribe is unsure if this will make a full Intro, so we'll see how far we get, hmmmm? Once again, it's taken from a Youtube Reddit narrative.
The Neglected Unloved Narrator, hereafter NUN, had their Manifestly Unfit Mother, hereafter MUM, marry the Abusive Suckbottom Stepfather, hereafter ASS, when NUN was 14. There were two other stepbrothers, neither of whom got on with teenaged femme NUN. Art!
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| When the nun was a friar |
Whenever there was an argument or fight, and you can rest assured that there would be given the genders and ages involved, ASS automatically blamed NUN, and MUM backed him up by - doing nothing.
Predictably, NUN wanted nothing to do with any of this family and lit out of Dodge at age 19, retaining minimal contact for decency's sake.
Then came a Black Swan Event. Not the twist, just to be clear. No, ASS suffered a medical 'event' which NUN was careful not to describe but which put the fear of Black-Shrouded Figure Carrying A Big Sharp Scythe up ASS. Feeling the long, icy talons of Mister De'ath at his collar, ASS made a will. Guess who wasn't in the will?
No, Dougal, "Maurice Micklewhite's Mother" is not the answer. NUN. NUN wasn't in the will. Not only had ASS deliberately excluded her, he made a big drums-and-trumpets presentation of her not being in the will because 'You're Not Family'. Art!
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| Self-portrait of MUM |
Once again MUM - did nothing. Way to go MUM! What a parent you are! Bear in mind that inactions have consequences just as much as actions. Art!
Here we encounter the first tale-y twist. A year ago NUN's great-aunt (father's mother's sister) died, which was bad news for the GA, whom NUN had kept in regular contact with in her old age. To sweeten the blow, GA had left NUN a bit of money in a trust.
A $3 million dollars bit.
Yes, I thought that would get your attention. Predictably, it also got the attention of MUM, ASS and the stepbottomholes, who a) Somehow found out about the inheritance, which NUN had kept very quiet about, and b) Decided they were entitled to it as well. It seems that ASS's health scare had rather tanked the family finances, which would immediately indicate to the dullest and least perceptive reader that we are talking about South Canada here. Art!
When NUN's reply was a loud and unequivocal "NO" ASS got offended, as did MUM, who wondered how her stunning levels of discrimination and disinterest could possibly have had consequences? Gosh whoever could have foreseen that happening asked Conrad, to entirely no surprise.
Well, MUM harassed NUN into a face-to-face meeting, which was all about how stressed MUM was, how she needed a vacation, they were having trouble paying for stepbottomhole's private school, ASS's hours at work had been cut, and how she expected NUN to pony up $1 million immediately as 'she was okay' with only that much.
End of meeting. NUN had (wisely!) made certain to have it in a public place so there was a limit to how much cray-cray MUM could exhibit. Art!
ASS, living down to his acronym, sent NUN a wall of text via phone banging on about how she was letting the family down, how the family needed help, family family family. Did I say 'FAMILY' enough?
NUN coldly reminded him " - he didn't include me in his will because I wasn't family enough". This seemed to infuriate the whole 'family' because they then tried defaming NUN to anyone who would listen. Careful, MUM and ASS, that's how defamation suits begin. Art!
Second tale-y twist occurs here. What's this that NUN received in the post? Why, none but a legal letter stating that MUM is going to 'sue for her inheritance', backed up by a (verrrry unwise) text from ASS about how they're going to take NUN for all that she's worth.
If they expected NUN to crumble, they were sadly mistaken. She took the letter to her lawyer, whom she had wisely retained, who threw the letter in his bin after reading it. He informed her that the GA's will was absolutely watertight, and that MUM had no claim on anything as GA wasn't even her relative. Art!
Tale-y twist the third. Furthermore, NUN's attorney did a little digging (Conrad approves!) and found the address wasn't for an attorney's office and the phone number didn't exist. So MUM and ASS had phonied up a fake letter to - what, make NUN quake in her shoes and capitulate to the tune of $3 million?
NUN's cautionary tale is over seven months old, with no more updates that she promised to give if anything else happened, so we can assume her 'family' have gone radio-silent on the inheritance thing and legal sanctions. After all, if money is tight you can't afford to waste it on legal counsel for a doomed cause.
Conrad's Commentary: I predict that MUM will divorce ASS when money gets really short, not merely at the stage of affording a private school, and will then magically re-appear in NUN's life, wanting to 'bond' for which read 'mooch off your money as I've got none'.
What do you know, that 6-minute story occupied a whole Intro. I did have another, longer one in reserve just in case.
Grumpy German Gefreiter Still Grumping
Thus still alive! Let us continue with what is known on the British side as the 'Battle of Geel' and which featured the Sherwood Rangers Yeomanry.
9 September 1944
4 Company sends one company to Merxem to reinforce 12 Company. One dead, four missing. In spite of heavy counterattacks the enemy held his bridgehead over the canal. The stealing in empty houses is terrific. Isecke, one of the most cowardly in 4 Company, wins laurels plundering!
I Did Not Know This
Despite living there at the time, and with a father who worked for BAC, and with schoolmates whose fathers also worked for BAC. Art!
This is one of the Brylcreem Boy's Jaguars, being tested on the M55 motorway link between Preston and Blackpool. BEFORE it was open to the public, I hasten to add. The idea was to test and see if the Jaguar could land and take off from a motorway, thus providing a back-up if airbases and runways had been attacked and rendered unusable. It managed splendidly, stopping in 400 yards PROUD IMPERIAL MEASUREMENT THERE with the assistance of a braking parachute, and taking off into the mild blue yonder in 600 yards.
This Story Had Legs!
Conrad still hasn't covered the sad story of criminals exploiting the 'Whisky Cask' investment fad going on at present; I have the story bookmarked for later expansion, but what's this? Art!
That's the <ahem> arch-criminal Craig Arch, being confronted by a BBC investigative reporter. I may have to do this story as an Intro, as there seems too much of it for a single item. An embarrassment of riches, one might say. Whisky Sparse! an alternate title.
Grumpy Old Man Finds Like Company
Having listened to "Classic Album Reviews" a few times, I finally took the plunge and Subscribed to it yesteryon, after being intrigued by the title "Ten Worst Bands Ever", which is qualified by being the bands Paul's viewers voted for, some of which he agreed upon and some he disputed.
Perhaps 'Over-rated' is a better description. I may, perhaps, detail the list and what the more citric comments were about said bands. What I like is that - have I got the name right? - Paul actually goes into detail about what he likes or hates, not simply a knee-jerk 'This is a load of old wallopycods".
Finally -
I need to go and top the Tunis Cake with ganache and get a photo. Laterz!
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