I had to renew an access pass today and provide pertinant information about my family. A phone call to Mum was required for more obscure information (her birthyear! :-[) and various other bits relating to Dad's death in Kenya (malaria, but was tempted to put down military coup ;D).
Mum then proceeds to tell me a tale which transpires that my Seven Degrees of Separation leads me to Idi Amin... but in 5. :o :o :o
Edited for:
Maybe I should add that it was due to my parents managing an ex-pats boarding school looong after Amin's death and nothing sinister!
