Thought you might enjoy this... >From Peterhead to Peterborough, Pendle to Penzance, My merry band of ancestors has led me quite a dance. There's no-one rich and famous, no, not even well to-do, Though a second cousin twice removed once played in goal for Crewe. My bride of just three minutes I left standing in the church, As I nipped into the graveyard for a spot of quick research, Eventually I found an uncle 60 years deceased, It was far more satisfying than a silly wedding feast. But now my thirty year obsession is lying in the bin, Last Tuesday week I heard the news that made me chuck it in, For my darling mother who is not long on this earth, Casually informed me they'd adopted me from birth.