family connections
There seem to have been a few random connections with famousness in my family.
My Cousin's godfather was, apparently, Gerry Anderson, and another somebody's godfather was Arthur Waley, whose translation into English of the classic "Monkey" from the Chinese paved the way for my favourite childhood TV program Monkey AKA Monkey Magic.
My mum's friends were hiding Salman Rushdie when there was a fatwah out against him, my Aunt was mates with Geoff Capes and had an affair with the Dalai Lama's PA, and my mum's best mate sold a chair to Prince Charles.
One of my great great uncles or something was the Archbishop of Capetown a couple before Tutu and campaigned against apartheid, leading to the confiscation by the government of his estate when he died. Another ancestor of some type is buried in Peterborough Cathedral, in one of those things with a lying down statue with hands pressed together in prayer. Oh, and a great grandmother or something was the personal singer for the composer Brahms.
And, of course, as I mentioned earlier, Saddam Hussein took my granny out for dinner.

My family are, by the way, quite odd and incredibly dysfunctional. I ended up in care, most of them aren't talking to each other and I'm fairly sure a few suicides have been hushed up. I saw very little of my family as a child, and I've only recently managed to track a few of them down. I have a few vague memories, such as calling in to my Mum's friends and them whispering that Salman had gone to hide in the bedroom when he heard the doorbell.

TLDR My family are a bit weird and know lots of famous people. I don't though.
(teasus likes tea, Sun 8 Dec 2013, 14:21, 1 reply)

Some relative on my father's side apparently shot Ned Kelly.
(Avnas dosh!, Mon 9 Dec 2013, 14:35, closed)