A father-son duo where the generation gap has never been wider.
Actually the term “generation gap” doesn’t do this relationship justice - this is a “generation Grand Canyon”. The father, a traditionalist, adheres to the vulture anthem: "Oh, we eat Dead Camels and any other Mammals".
He is estranged from his wife (“that two-timing trollop from hell”).
The son is not a chip off the old block -- he’s a vegetarian, is no good at flying, he dates ducks and chaffinches, and once started a punk vulture band (the “Punctures”). He's also a bit lippy: From June 1988
From May 2002
From Jan 1988
The first appearance of the son in September 1987