Grandad, the oldest fish in captivity, dies in his 90s 

  • On Monday, Chicago’s Shedd Aquarium said a heartfelt goodbye to Granddad, a lungfish who was the oldest fish in captivity.
  • According to the Guardian, the sea creature first arrived at the aquarium in 1933 for that year’s World’s Fair.
  • After his 15 minutes of fame, Granddad went back to conducting his usual fish business at the Shedd Aquarium, until — well into his mid-90s — he began losing his appetite and suffering from organ failure.
  • The lungfish’s caretakers then made the difficult decision to euthanize him. Read more

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Behold my Grandad Ollie, who smokes 80 cigs a day, drinks A bottle and a half of wine and half a bottle of scotch a day, has had numerous heart attacks, had cancer twice, a stroke, survived a few car crashes and a JCB crash, he’s fallen down a mine shaft and was a boxer for years…HOW IS HE STILL ALIVE?! I love him but he is a marvel of resiliance


I have completely mixed feelings on this, it’s unreal that a man can’t tell people his sexuality no matter what era he was brought up in. You are who you are and you should be who you want to be to make you happy, makes me sad that he had to live his whole life a lie.

But then again; BRAVO GRANDMA! What a beautiful women, to hide her best-friends secret by having children and raising a family to hide his secret sexuality! Absolutely beyond amazing how some people can be so incredible.

Coming Out To My Grandad

Okay, so. Last night I went to see a certain Marvel film with this girl I really, really like. We had coffee beforehand and ate afterwards, spending ages just talking to each other about our lives and families etc. My grandad just recently got a new car so insisted on dropping me home. He arrived, met the girl and told me that she was very polite and pretty. In the car, I managed to tell him that I had a crush on her. He said, “Really? Are you going to grow up to be a lesbian?” (laughing in a nice way). After five minutes or so, I blurted out “I’m gay.” to him. My heart was beating so much, I wanted to vomit. He then said, “I could kind of tell judging from the way you were looking and smiling at her.” And started to tell me that his niece - a cousin I haven’t met - was a lesbian who got married last year after Ireland’s marriage referendum. He then asked me how I realised I was gay which then brought me to having a twenty minute conversation with him about my ex boyfriend, my first girlfriend and about the girl I was crushing on. Basically, my elderly grandfather took my coming out better than I did. If this little anecdote helps even one person come out to their grandparents, I’ll die happy. 💕