My uncle Rob was a true DB.
He died 6 yrs ago. He was my favourite uncle, he was the one that slipped me drinks or cigarettes at parties. He would pass under the table drinks etc..while all the other *adults* were oblivious to his actions. Cheers Rob!
He called me Rabbie doo (hence my nick), a Scottish endearment maybe, a nick for my name of Rob. He drank whisky, in vast amounts. I used to lie in bed listening to uncle Rob singing Scottish songs to the early hours.. Anyway, he died. Not at a ripe old age, but he lived life to the full, so WTF? He was the most sentimental bastard I ever had the pleasure of meeting, give him a few whiskies, a few Scottish songs & his eyes would fill. He ended up living in Anglesey, a small Island off the Welsh coast, UK....
Uncle Rob's funeral was a true DB send off. Riddler, Peter, & myself attended. Amlwych is a small town on Anglesey, with a surprising amount of pubs! Having survived a night in the local hotel (just, as the manager threatened to throw us out at 04:00hrs for having a pillow fight) We attended the church service with the family, along with the whole town, he obviously was a popular man in this welsh village. OK things had gone well up to now, this was shortly to deteriorate! We (Riddler, Peter & myself) left the church fairly quickly as Mum (Rob's sister) had asked Riddler to be present at the grave (he was to do the thing with lowing the coffin) Anyway, we set off (Ridder had his Renault turbo puffta's car with him) for the churchyard, following a car full off people who had been present at the church service, unfortunately these people were going home, after 5 miles heading out of Amlwych we realised that they were not heading in the right direction. The last thing I remember is heading down a country lane at 90 mph (150kph?? fackinfast) with Jimmy (Riddler) shouting 'where the fuck is graveyard?' He did not have his hands on the steering wheel, but was waving his hands in the air! This was most alarming to me sitting in the back of the car, I pointed this out just before the next corner. I am sure it was Uncle Rob's last laugh at us, He had the drivers wheel I am sure. We arrived in the nick of time.. diving over the head stones, arriving at the mourners, horizontality!! Oh well, things got worse from there..Buts that's another story..
Cheers Uncle Rob!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Rab
Robbie Breadner
From: Riddler
Date: 15 Nov 1996
Rab wrote:
My uncle Rob was a true DB.Yip, uncle Rob was a true drunken bastard. We certainly didn't let him down at the funeral ! You missed out the bit where I crashed the car - reversed into someones drive and hit their garage door. Also, when I had my hands off the steering wheel (I was thumping the dashboard) a pair of hands snaked around from behind me and grabbed the wheel so whoever was in the back was steering. The funniest bit for me was when we were charging through the graveyard and almost at the graveside. Pete triped over a kerbstone and literally went ass over tit and landed in amongst the mourners ! Uncle Bill ( brother of deceased Uncle) said to me " you lads been to the pub, then ?"
Riddler
....and we were sober !!