Remember

Pre-November chills. Bad news from home. I am trying to pick up the pieces and move on. Thinking of anecdotes to remember my grandfather by.

David Smyth

(9 February 1922 - 22 October 2010)

"What is a hormone?"
"It is is a chemical released by a cell..."
"No, it's a sound from a brothel."

"No love, I don't need any sugar. I am sweet enough as it is"

Grandpa: "I need a woman with a sense of humour. Sadly my wife [grandma] was not like that"
Me: "Well you went for her anyway"
Grandpa: "I was looking at other things at the time"

"Julia Gillard, oh what a voice. I feel sorry for her boyfriend"

My grandfather was a real joker. This may come across as inappropriate but he really was hilarious. He will be missed.