"I was in Baghdad when you were in your dad’s bag." Proffered forefather, mischievous of trait, maternal of line Playfully admonishing grandson for misguided patronisation “In Armley Jail, you get no ale” A ditty to same boy, courtesy of paternal rooted gramps Tongue in cheek indoctrination of folly of crime Ancestors DNA disparate, humour homogenous.  ... Continue Reading →