Yes, you're right AC - stupid post and if I could delete it now I would, but since I can't I'll tell you the feeble anecdote, but I will attempt to be succinct.
When I was about seven my dad told me a little story. I thought it was horrible. Then when I was ten he died and one of the things I was left with as a memory, of course, was the horrible story. Skip the maudlin stuff coming up and jump to the story at the end if you want.
I have mentioned said story to a number of people in later years, and they all generally agreed it was a horrible story for a little boy to be told by his Dad, and whatever was he thinking, and how strange, and so on.
Then the other night, I was listening to Spotify, and had it playing random stuff, and it was British radio comedians. One of them was someone I didn't know before, called Issy Bonn. And at the end of the routine, he told the same story.
It was a very odd experience. Firstly odd hearing the darned thing told at all, and I hadn't imagined the whole thing. And then realising my Dad had obviously heard this comedy routine, and told it to me as a joke, thinking I would get it, which I didn't. I had no idea until now that was so.
So now it's no longer a horrible story, it's a very feeble joke, and also, now I know, after 45 years, what he was thinking. A whole new light on him and that event. Just goes to show something or other I expect.
The story.
A Dad put his son on the top of the wardrobe and said "come on son, jump. I'll catch you". And the boy jumped, and the Dad let him fall and he broke his leg. And the Dad said "There you go son, never trust anyone, especially a relative."
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