Strange Fruit.

I had an uncle, no- wait, a grand-uncle he was, a cute hoor, publican, undertaker, auctioneer, and shopkeeper.

He was a lover of strange fruit and, as we discovered, dark meat.

He married for the first time a Brazilian lady, not quite half his age, when he was in his sixties.

She was an exotic beauty, he, a balding decrepit millionaire.

When asked (and subsequently quoted, in print) by a local journalist, why he had left it so late in life to marry, he replied....

"Well, I couldn't fuckin' die curious, could I?"

My kinda guy....