Most of my family originated from Scotland, where our ancestral laird drunkenly gambled the family castle for a boat (unfortunately it was a leaky boat if the tales are to be believed). This kinda matches with our family crest, which reads 'always ready' and features a mailed fist holding a broken lance, which on face value is completely nonsensical but is really actually quite apt, considering the excessive tardiness of all who bear our name. Most of the male members of our clan were wiped out in the battle of Culloden moor, fighting for the utterly useless 'poncey' prince charlie. One grandmother was scottish and the other was english, the rest were of scottish origin who settled here not so long ago. Apparently my english grandmother's family have links to the johnny walker whiskey empire, which we almost inhereted but didn't remaining woefully poor. I speak intermediate amounts of indonesian and smitches of german.