Well this was supposed to be a private thing but as i like only a few of ya I will share it......
My Story "The Smoke Screen" by Loo-knee number 2....
My Mum bless her wanted to be a profession athlete when she was younger. Running, Swimming, Shotput a good all rounder actually. Anyway she went all over the Uk in competetions.
Anyway I was born in 1971 thinking that the lovely guy that was raising me was my father... Until as I started to grow and mature I found a liking for certain Northern Games.. tossing was one of them... the accent drove me wild.. So, whilst my dad was away at work I spied my chance asking my Mum, "Is dad really my dad?" she looked at me with a quick pearcing stare, "Why do you ask that Laddie?" I felt terrible asking such a thing but I had to know... "I dont look anything like him, don't really get on well, I really must know Mum!" I began to fill up....
"He isn't your real father Loo-knee, a lovely Hairy Caber Tosser is your real Father, son. His name was Connor McCloud of the Clan McCloud born in the village of Glenfinnan on the shores of Loch Shiel. He was Special, Blessed infact that is why he had to set sail, to protect you my Love"..
So to cut along story short I am the child of of an admin... he has to make out I aren't for obvious reasons.
So there it is really