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jdw100 said:
A few years ago my mother in law arrived from NZ with a new chap in tow. He was a nasty piece of work - ex oil industry exec who had retrained as a counsellor in NZ.
Transpires his children had no more to do with him, his previous wife had committed suicide and he was in the process of making mother in law sell her house and move in with him. She was also slowly being isolated from all her friends by him and was, to our horror, a shadow of her former confident and bubbly self.
We had this guy staying with us and within an hour of us going out for our first meal out he was telling me I clearly had issues with my parents....I don't and never have done.
He wouldn't listen to advice on their travels around UK and Europe; accusing me of being a liar re the existence of a channel tunnel; they went over to France on a ferry. He constantly belittled the mother in law and even refused to let her buy presents her beloved niece and nephew. It was all very horrible.
This all came to a head when we dropped them off at Heathrow and I had had enough. I managed to get him away from the mother in law and my partner and just let fly at him about what a horrible s
t he was, at some point during this tirade I decided to grab his beard...no idea why.
This drove him mental and he was insistent we step outside to have fisticuffs. I was thinking oh no it's the airport armed police etc but thought he needs to be taught a lesson so promptly put him on his arse and then told him that if I ever heard of him raising his voice to mother in law again I would fly to NZ and find him etc...you can imagine the kind of thing. I said we realised what he was doing, trying to isolate her and get hands on her money as well.
This seemed to terrify him and he scuttled off. Apparently the flight back was very frosty! However he promptly cut all ties with her and within a few months family out there reported she was just about back to normal.
Am I proud of it....a bit. Certainly glad I didn't do the usual English thing and let it go unchallenged.
Grabbing his beard though......not sure where that came from! Effective though.
Sounds like you need to listen to The Archers - the storyline is very similar..... In fact did Rob not come from NZ?Transpires his children had no more to do with him, his previous wife had committed suicide and he was in the process of making mother in law sell her house and move in with him. She was also slowly being isolated from all her friends by him and was, to our horror, a shadow of her former confident and bubbly self.
We had this guy staying with us and within an hour of us going out for our first meal out he was telling me I clearly had issues with my parents....I don't and never have done.
He wouldn't listen to advice on their travels around UK and Europe; accusing me of being a liar re the existence of a channel tunnel; they went over to France on a ferry. He constantly belittled the mother in law and even refused to let her buy presents her beloved niece and nephew. It was all very horrible.
This all came to a head when we dropped them off at Heathrow and I had had enough. I managed to get him away from the mother in law and my partner and just let fly at him about what a horrible s
t he was, at some point during this tirade I decided to grab his beard...no idea why.This drove him mental and he was insistent we step outside to have fisticuffs. I was thinking oh no it's the airport armed police etc but thought he needs to be taught a lesson so promptly put him on his arse and then told him that if I ever heard of him raising his voice to mother in law again I would fly to NZ and find him etc...you can imagine the kind of thing. I said we realised what he was doing, trying to isolate her and get hands on her money as well.
This seemed to terrify him and he scuttled off. Apparently the flight back was very frosty! However he promptly cut all ties with her and within a few months family out there reported she was just about back to normal.
Am I proud of it....a bit. Certainly glad I didn't do the usual English thing and let it go unchallenged.
Grabbing his beard though......not sure where that came from! Effective though.
Lewi25 said:
Feel for you OP had a simular situation with my brother in law when he stayed with us for about a month a few years back.
Has never thought I was good enough for his sister "beacause I do things for her, I'm a wet blanket" no mate, I just respect her (she does plenty for me I might add!)
Anyway, he was out of work at the time, always drunk, kept coming home at 3-4am and never shut the front door (dangerous no matter where you live) and he'd wee all over the floor and leave it for someone else to clean. Never did his washing up, left socks/pants everywhere, ate our food, smoked weed in our house! That was final straw, kicked him out after that.
We get on really well now!
Woooooaah, back the truck up!! Has never thought I was good enough for his sister "beacause I do things for her, I'm a wet blanket" no mate, I just respect her (she does plenty for me I might add!)
Anyway, he was out of work at the time, always drunk, kept coming home at 3-4am and never shut the front door (dangerous no matter where you live) and he'd wee all over the floor and leave it for someone else to clean. Never did his washing up, left socks/pants everywhere, ate our food, smoked weed in our house! That was final straw, kicked him out after that.
We get on really well now!
He'd piss all over your floor, leave it for you to clear up, yet you let him stay for a month and something else was the final straw!?
I think he might have been on to something with the 'wet blanket'...
FFS!
jdw100 said:
A few years ago my mother in law arrived from NZ with a new chap in tow. He was a nasty piece of work - ex oil industry exec who had retrained as a counsellor in NZ.
Transpires his children had no more to do with him, his previous wife had committed suicide and he was in the process of making mother in law sell her house and move in with him. She was also slowly being isolated from all her friends by him and was, to our horror, a shadow of her former confident and bubbly self.
We had this guy staying with us and within an hour of us going out for our first meal out he was telling me I clearly had issues with my parents....I don't and never have done.
He wouldn't listen to advice on their travels around UK and Europe; accusing me of being a liar re the existence of a channel tunnel; they went over to France on a ferry. He constantly belittled the mother in law and even refused to let her buy presents her beloved niece and nephew. It was all very horrible.
This all came to a head when we dropped them off at Heathrow and I had had enough. I managed to get him away from the mother in law and my partner and just let fly at him about what a horrible st he was, at some point during this tirade I decided to grab his beard...no idea why.
This drove him mental and he was insistent we step outside to have fisticuffs. I was thinking oh no it's the airport armed police etc but thought he needs to be taught a lesson so promptly put him on his arse and then told him that if I ever heard of him raising his voice to mother in law again I would fly to NZ and find him etc...you can imagine the kind of thing. I said we realised what he was doing, trying to isolate her and get hands on her money as well.
This seemed to terrify him and he scuttled off. Apparently the flight back was very frosty! However he promptly cut all ties with her and within a few months family out there reported she was just about back to normal.
Am I proud of it....a bit. Certainly glad I didn't do the usual English thing and let it go unchallenged.
Grabbing his beard though......not sure where that came from! Effective though.
Nice story, especially the beard grabbing Transpires his children had no more to do with him, his previous wife had committed suicide and he was in the process of making mother in law sell her house and move in with him. She was also slowly being isolated from all her friends by him and was, to our horror, a shadow of her former confident and bubbly self.
We had this guy staying with us and within an hour of us going out for our first meal out he was telling me I clearly had issues with my parents....I don't and never have done.
He wouldn't listen to advice on their travels around UK and Europe; accusing me of being a liar re the existence of a channel tunnel; they went over to France on a ferry. He constantly belittled the mother in law and even refused to let her buy presents her beloved niece and nephew. It was all very horrible.
This all came to a head when we dropped them off at Heathrow and I had had enough. I managed to get him away from the mother in law and my partner and just let fly at him about what a horrible s
t he was, at some point during this tirade I decided to grab his beard...no idea why.This drove him mental and he was insistent we step outside to have fisticuffs. I was thinking oh no it's the airport armed police etc but thought he needs to be taught a lesson so promptly put him on his arse and then told him that if I ever heard of him raising his voice to mother in law again I would fly to NZ and find him etc...you can imagine the kind of thing. I said we realised what he was doing, trying to isolate her and get hands on her money as well.
This seemed to terrify him and he scuttled off. Apparently the flight back was very frosty! However he promptly cut all ties with her and within a few months family out there reported she was just about back to normal.
Am I proud of it....a bit. Certainly glad I didn't do the usual English thing and let it go unchallenged.
Grabbing his beard though......not sure where that came from! Effective though.
jdw100 said:
A few years ago my mother in law arrived from NZ with a new chap in tow. He was a nasty piece of work - ex oil industry exec who had retrained as a counsellor in NZ.
Transpires his children had no more to do with him, his previous wife had committed suicide and he was in the process of making mother in law sell her house and move in with him. She was also slowly being isolated from all her friends by him and was, to our horror, a shadow of her former confident and bubbly self.
We had this guy staying with us and within an hour of us going out for our first meal out he was telling me I clearly had issues with my parents....I don't and never have done.
He wouldn't listen to advice on their travels around UK and Europe; accusing me of being a liar re the existence of a channel tunnel; they went over to France on a ferry. He constantly belittled the mother in law and even refused to let her buy presents her beloved niece and nephew. It was all very horrible.
This all came to a head when we dropped them off at Heathrow and I had had enough. I managed to get him away from the mother in law and my partner and just let fly at him about what a horrible st he was, at some point during this tirade I decided to grab his beard...no idea why.
This drove him mental and he was insistent we step outside to have fisticuffs. I was thinking oh no it's the airport armed police etc but thought he needs to be taught a lesson so promptly put him on his arse and then told him that if I ever heard of him raising his voice to mother in law again I would fly to NZ and find him etc...you can imagine the kind of thing. I said we realised what he was doing, trying to isolate her and get hands on her money as well.
This seemed to terrify him and he scuttled off. Apparently the flight back was very frosty! However he promptly cut all ties with her and within a few months family out there reported she was just about back to normal.
Am I proud of it....a bit. Certainly glad I didn't do the usual English thing and let it go unchallenged.
Grabbing his beard though......not sure where that came from! Effective though.
fTranspires his children had no more to do with him, his previous wife had committed suicide and he was in the process of making mother in law sell her house and move in with him. She was also slowly being isolated from all her friends by him and was, to our horror, a shadow of her former confident and bubbly self.
We had this guy staying with us and within an hour of us going out for our first meal out he was telling me I clearly had issues with my parents....I don't and never have done.
He wouldn't listen to advice on their travels around UK and Europe; accusing me of being a liar re the existence of a channel tunnel; they went over to France on a ferry. He constantly belittled the mother in law and even refused to let her buy presents her beloved niece and nephew. It was all very horrible.
This all came to a head when we dropped them off at Heathrow and I had had enough. I managed to get him away from the mother in law and my partner and just let fly at him about what a horrible s
t he was, at some point during this tirade I decided to grab his beard...no idea why.This drove him mental and he was insistent we step outside to have fisticuffs. I was thinking oh no it's the airport armed police etc but thought he needs to be taught a lesson so promptly put him on his arse and then told him that if I ever heard of him raising his voice to mother in law again I would fly to NZ and find him etc...you can imagine the kind of thing. I said we realised what he was doing, trying to isolate her and get hands on her money as well.
This seemed to terrify him and he scuttled off. Apparently the flight back was very frosty! However he promptly cut all ties with her and within a few months family out there reported she was just about back to normal.
Am I proud of it....a bit. Certainly glad I didn't do the usual English thing and let it go unchallenged.
Grabbing his beard though......not sure where that came from! Effective though.
king classic! Well done. A man who looks out for his mother-in-law, she must be a nice lady, lucky you (mine is a right proper pain in the bloody arse!!).
jdw100 said:
A few years ago my mother in law arrived from NZ with a new chap in tow. He was a nasty piece of work - ex oil industry exec who had retrained as a counsellor in NZ.
Transpires his children had no more to do with him, his previous wife had committed suicide and he was in the process of making mother in law sell her house and move in with him. She was also slowly being isolated from all her friends by him and was, to our horror, a shadow of her former confident and bubbly self.
We had this guy staying with us and within an hour of us going out for our first meal out he was telling me I clearly had issues with my parents....I don't and never have done.
He wouldn't listen to advice on their travels around UK and Europe; accusing me of being a liar re the existence of a channel tunnel; they went over to France on a ferry. He constantly belittled the mother in law and even refused to let her buy presents her beloved niece and nephew. It was all very horrible.
This all came to a head when we dropped them off at Heathrow and I had had enough. I managed to get him away from the mother in law and my partner and just let fly at him about what a horrible st he was, at some point during this tirade I decided to grab his beard...no idea why.
This drove him mental and he was insistent we step outside to have fisticuffs. I was thinking oh no it's the airport armed police etc but thought he needs to be taught a lesson so promptly put him on his arse and then told him that if I ever heard of him raising his voice to mother in law again I would fly to NZ and find him etc...you can imagine the kind of thing. I said we realised what he was doing, trying to isolate her and get hands on her money as well.
This seemed to terrify him and he scuttled off. Apparently the flight back was very frosty! However he promptly cut all ties with her and within a few months family out there reported she was just about back to normal.
Am I proud of it....a bit. Certainly glad I didn't do the usual English thing and let it go unchallenged.
Grabbing his beard though......not sure where that came from! Effective though.
Sounds like a believable taleTranspires his children had no more to do with him, his previous wife had committed suicide and he was in the process of making mother in law sell her house and move in with him. She was also slowly being isolated from all her friends by him and was, to our horror, a shadow of her former confident and bubbly self.
We had this guy staying with us and within an hour of us going out for our first meal out he was telling me I clearly had issues with my parents....I don't and never have done.
He wouldn't listen to advice on their travels around UK and Europe; accusing me of being a liar re the existence of a channel tunnel; they went over to France on a ferry. He constantly belittled the mother in law and even refused to let her buy presents her beloved niece and nephew. It was all very horrible.
This all came to a head when we dropped them off at Heathrow and I had had enough. I managed to get him away from the mother in law and my partner and just let fly at him about what a horrible s
t he was, at some point during this tirade I decided to grab his beard...no idea why.This drove him mental and he was insistent we step outside to have fisticuffs. I was thinking oh no it's the airport armed police etc but thought he needs to be taught a lesson so promptly put him on his arse and then told him that if I ever heard of him raising his voice to mother in law again I would fly to NZ and find him etc...you can imagine the kind of thing. I said we realised what he was doing, trying to isolate her and get hands on her money as well.
This seemed to terrify him and he scuttled off. Apparently the flight back was very frosty! However he promptly cut all ties with her and within a few months family out there reported she was just about back to normal.
Am I proud of it....a bit. Certainly glad I didn't do the usual English thing and let it go unchallenged.
Grabbing his beard though......not sure where that came from! Effective though.
Pints said:
You list those racist stereotypes and it's the South African who's hideous! Nice.
And you think it's only the whites who are racist?
Oh for fAnd you think it's only the whites who are racist?
ks sake stop coming over all injured. Just some examples of horrible boorish (Boerish if if it makes you feel better) t
ts. Not an exhaustive list, no agenda Boss.Would I be wrong in assuming that your use of the term 'whites' makes you a white South African?
People of all colour and cultures can be an are racist. You want to hear my Pakistani mate Salman when he's on one. An Asian Alf Garnett. Actually he is a great admirer of apartheid. I usually get bored of his b
ks as I do with most racists, white, black, Chinese, Jewish, Muslim, Christans, Hindus Sikhs, Canadians.Timmy40 said:
I quite like the sound of Cake and Hookers. A nice slice Victoria Sponge Cake and a blow job what could be more pleasant. Might suggest it for the Vicars Annual Church Fete, the WI Cake stand has been poorly attended of late. Maybe they could give it that little something extra.
That doesn't seem to have had the recognition it deserved, brilliant comment, although if my local WI is representative of the national trend I would suspect such an offer would make the cake stand even less successful.
He's gone. Oh yes, he's gone (went on Saturday evening)! 
We took him to the airport and he decided the best way to say thank you was to try and crush my hand via the old manly handshake. I'm not talking about a firm bloke grip here - it was a "i'm going to try and break your fingers by the joints" hand shake. I was expecting this, so we crushed each others hands in the process smiling at eachother; still he looked a little puzzled how this "just a boy" managed to hold his own even if it was just a 'handshake'.
I couldn't think of a bigger knobber to stay with us if we had tried. Not a single "thank you for letting me stay", "I'm proud of you" or "it was fantastic" - nope, he decided to part ways by being the knobhead he is and shall always be.
Still, once my partner scanned his Ryanair ticket for the automatic barriers to let him through for security (being a retard he couldn't figure it out himself) he turned around with his suitcase in hand, dressed top to toe in beige, baseball cap and massive belly and looked at us like a lost child not knowing where to go.
I shouted "off you go - clear off". Not a clue what I said, he proceeded to walk the wrong way, so left him to it. The fat fker managed to get on the plane and he's now in another country trying to prove he is alpha chimp with someone else (probably his poor elderly wife). I'm happy though. 
We took him to the airport and he decided the best way to say thank you was to try and crush my hand via the old manly handshake. I'm not talking about a firm bloke grip here - it was a "i'm going to try and break your fingers by the joints" hand shake. I was expecting this, so we crushed each others hands in the process smiling at eachother; still he looked a little puzzled how this "just a boy" managed to hold his own even if it was just a 'handshake'.
I couldn't think of a bigger knobber to stay with us if we had tried. Not a single "thank you for letting me stay", "I'm proud of you" or "it was fantastic" - nope, he decided to part ways by being the knobhead he is and shall always be.
Still, once my partner scanned his Ryanair ticket for the automatic barriers to let him through for security (being a retard he couldn't figure it out himself) he turned around with his suitcase in hand, dressed top to toe in beige, baseball cap and massive belly and looked at us like a lost child not knowing where to go.
I shouted "off you go - clear off". Not a clue what I said, he proceeded to walk the wrong way, so left him to it. The fat f
ker managed to get on the plane and he's now in another country trying to prove he is alpha chimp with someone else (probably his poor elderly wife). I'm happy though. Edited by Anubis on Tuesday 24th May 17:21
Anubis said:
He's gone. Oh yes, he's gone (went on Saturday evening)!
We took him to the airport and he decided the best way to say thank you was to try and crush my hand via the old manly handshake. I'm not talking about a firm bloke grip here - it was a "i'm going to try and break your fingers by the joints" hand shake. I was expecting this, so we crushed each others hands in the process smiling at eachother; still he looked a little puzzled how this "just a boy" managed to hold his own even if it was just a 'handshake'.
I couldn't think of a bigger knobber to stay with us if we had tried. Not a single "thank you for letting me stay", "I'm proud of you" or "it was fantastic" - nope, he decided to part ways by being the knobhead he is and shall always be.
Still, once my partner scanned his Ryanair ticket for the automatic barriers to let him through for security (being a retard he couldn't figure it out himself) he turned around with his suitcase in hand, dressed top to toe in beige, baseball cap and massive belly and looked at us like a lost child not knowing where to go.
I shouted "off you go - clear off". Not a clue what I said, he proceeded to walk the wrong way, so left him to it. The fat fker managed to get on the plane and he's now in another country trying to prove he is alpha chimp with someone else (probably his poor elderly wife). I'm happy though.
Pfft you big softie I would of slipped a sausage up his OXO when he was asleepWe took him to the airport and he decided the best way to say thank you was to try and crush my hand via the old manly handshake. I'm not talking about a firm bloke grip here - it was a "i'm going to try and break your fingers by the joints" hand shake. I was expecting this, so we crushed each others hands in the process smiling at eachother; still he looked a little puzzled how this "just a boy" managed to hold his own even if it was just a 'handshake'.
I couldn't think of a bigger knobber to stay with us if we had tried. Not a single "thank you for letting me stay", "I'm proud of you" or "it was fantastic" - nope, he decided to part ways by being the knobhead he is and shall always be.
Still, once my partner scanned his Ryanair ticket for the automatic barriers to let him through for security (being a retard he couldn't figure it out himself) he turned around with his suitcase in hand, dressed top to toe in beige, baseball cap and massive belly and looked at us like a lost child not knowing where to go.
I shouted "off you go - clear off". Not a clue what I said, he proceeded to walk the wrong way, so left him to it. The fat f
ker managed to get on the plane and he's now in another country trying to prove he is alpha chimp with someone else (probably his poor elderly wife). I'm happy though. Edited by Anubis on Tuesday 24th May 17:21
Vocal Minority said:
That comes back out of google translate as something slightly - but crucially - different....
That may not go how he hoped....
Slavic linguistics. 'Swoja' could be yours, his or that of anybody. It's determined by context. If no context was given, it would be OP's daughter. Pointing at the man and screaming it would suggest it was the man's daughter.That may not go how he hoped....
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