Just a little background on this one. The subject of this joke is currently visiting Australia.
There is a huge house in our street.
The extended family is run by a grumpy old woman with a pack of irritable dogs allowed to run without leads.
Her car isn’t taxed or insured and doesn’t even have a number plate, but the police still do nothing.
To the best of my knowledge, she has never worked in her life.
Her bad-tempered old man is notorious for his racist comments.
A shopkeeper blamed him for arranging the murder of his son and his son’s girl-friend, but nothing has ever been proved.
All their kids have broken marriages except the youngest, who everyone thought was gay.
Two grandsons are meant to be in the Army but are always out partying in nightclubs. It is not known if they have the same father. They are both out of control.
I hate living near Buckingham Palace !