Weird family, I got no creep sisters, just me.

The Japanese are such perfectionists, that they often remove the entire contents of their homes whenever they change the towels. No, really.

We are family. I got all my sisters with me.
We are family. Get up ev’rybody and sing”.
We Are Family. -Sister Sledge

Right on! Er, not exactly. All my true family are Japanese you see, all one hundred and fifty of them and that’s the way, ah huh, I like it. And they all live in the same apartment. Nope, old Colonel Neville has no Australian folks at least that I ever see or wish to, or need to. And man, that’s really worked out surprisingly well. Er, not surprising, really. Hey, Australia is one of the few great and worthwhile places to be on Earth, I just don’t have any folks here. What a drag, baby!

Now I do have some perhaps swingin’ relatives in New Jersey in the USA, and in the UK etc. Sadly, I’ve just never met them. I had some great Uncles and Aunts and many of them were rather unusually talented and unique people.

My Great-Great Grandfather was a gypsy who lived in two caravans with a handlebar moustache. Er, he wasn’t living in sin with a soup saver, he had the moustache. He once made a banjo and a pair of leather boots by hand, thus winning a contest. Maybe it was the Annual Banjo and Boots Competition. Who knows? He owned Sir Walter Raleigh’s pipe that sported a giant ruby, which he gave to the British Museum.

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