Uncle Brett had a definite vision that he was after, I don’t think having a famous father affected him much.
I grew up in Nova Scotia, and my uncle lived close to the Bay of Fundy. We would walk across the mud flats out to an island, and then you’d climb a cliff and be in the forest. And if the water came in, the basin would fill up with, like, a 30-foot tide. It was phenomenal.
My martial arts came a lot from my uncle, who actually taught martial arts through the military. He was a black belt in tae kwon do, but also, he used a lot of military-style fighting where it’s not the high kicks or anything like that. It’s basically defeat your opponent as fast as possible.
I will take ownership of the nutmeg. My uncle Okocha has got the skills but the nutmeg, the prince title they call me for that, I will say it is my ownership. It happens instinctively, sometimes the easiest way of getting past my opponent.
I have seen poverty first hand. My parents were not well-off. They were in Ban’gladesh and I – just a child then – was sent off to live in my uncle’s house in Calcutta.
As competitive as I am, I want to get the best of a play and make sure to use it’s full potential even when things break down. But sometimes you need to just say ‘uncle’ and let it go and avoid a hit.
The path of royal romance has never been smooth; Princess Margaret was unable to marry the man she loved because it meant renouncing her royal status, yet her uncle, the Duke of Windsor, gave up an empire for Wallis Simpson.
With my father and uncle so involved in racing, it was the only thing I ever knew, so I’m sure that had a huge influence on me. However, my father had more influence on me just by the way he lived, because the way he was at the racetrack was the way he was in everyday life.
No family is complete without an embarrassing uncle.
First of all, with due respect to my dad, he wasn’t an ace composer. He never got the success that my uncle did.
My grandfather had been a newspaper reporter, as was my uncle. They were pretty good writers and so I thought maybe somewhere down the line I would do some writing.
When I worked with my uncle, I loved the fact that jazz music demanded that you use your own unique approach.
We all contribute to The National, and it’s like a familiar family. Matt is dad, Brian’s like the dark horse uncle, Scott’s the long-suffering mum, and Aaron and I are the bratty twins.
George Harrison became my uncle – not by blood but through love. It’s sort of an Indian cultural thing.
My uncle is an actor, my dad is a producer, so they asked me if I was interested, and I was like, ‘How can someone act in front of so many people with lights and emote.’
I don’t have a creepy uncle, but I certainly have many, many uncles. My mom has twelve brothers and sisters, and my dad has two sisters and three brothers. Their maturity level is still hovering around fifteen when they all get together, but they’re not necessarily creepy.
I grew up on Charles Addams’ cartoons, particularly ‘The Addams Family,’ and Uncle Fester was always one of my favorites.
I’m a good uncle, but I’m not a great caretaker. I feel oftentimes pretty selfish within the relationships I have with my siblings and, historically, with what I give back versus what I’ve taken over the years.
They’ve got great parents; I’m just trying to be the fun uncle.
The latest page I’ve been working is about the organization of the pantheon of the gods. Who’s indebted to whom, how they are related, who screwed whose uncle or grandmother, all of that.
I really want to do a film with my uncle and my cousins. I’m sure it will be really interesting to work with them.
I started in Grade 2. I went with my aunt and her boyfriend to an arena, an outdoor rink which was a block away from my grandparents. My grandpa came from Oregon. He had coached his son, my uncle, in hockey, and he was happy to get me involved in it.
I spent a long time away from my parents when I was younger. I would go hunting and fishing with my uncle, and we would go for weeks at a time. I also spent a lot of time in Texas with my grandparents.
I have an uncle who was heavily involved in World War 2, so over the years, I’ve talked to him many times.
I received a lot of complaints from parents who wrote and told me that their kids wouldn’t go to sleep until our show was over. So I went on the air and told all the children watching to ‘listen to their Uncle Miltie and go to bed right after the show.’
The anger that Uncle Junior has comes from my background. My father was the son of an Italian immigrant, and I’ve seen the fire of the Italian temperament. It can be explosive sometimes in ways that are both funny and tragic.
On ‘Adam Ruins Everything’ we do the broadest sketch comedy possible. We do stuff where you can see it immediately and know it’s a joke – characters in big silly costumes; here’s Uncle Sam and he’s twiddling his fingers saying, ‘Oh, I’m naughty.’
My uncle saw me fight in front of my house and one day he wanted to turn something negative into a positive, so he took me to the gym and I’ve been there ever since.
I lost a great uncle in World War II who was with the Royal Canadian Air Force.
When I was growing up, I remember my uncle Bret ‘Hitman’ Hart having his own column in the Calgary Sun. To me, this was beyond cool.
I don’t like the way Uncle Junior dresses. He loves it.
Of course my uncle was a giant, but my dad, in particular, had the house filled with these great Dixieland jazz stars, really the best of them: Henry Red Allen, Willie ‘The Lion’ Smith, Buster Bailey, Cutty Cutshall, Tyree Glenn, Zutty Singleton. These are all big names in the Dixieland world.
I have an uncle I no longer talk to because of a joke I made about my grandmother, who is his mother. He’s an 80-year-old man upset about a woman who died 15 years ago.
I remember my uncle, who was a jazz pianist, when we did Deep Purple ‘In Rock,’ he ran from the room screaming, holding his ears: ‘I can’t hear anything. I can’t hear any instruments.’ And I was rubbing my hands going, ‘Great.’
My great uncle, my mom’s uncle, had an appliance store in Philadelphia, and it was called Peter’s TV. They sold stereos and televisions and washers, dryers, all kinds of stuff.
