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Now, this old boy I know a few things about. But where the hell do I start?
Tea lover, Animal lover, and, a lover amongst lovers,
whatever that entails. That impertinent Englishman from London Town.
He loves taking Tea on the lawn, or in an English Country Garden, or whilst
watching Cricket, or maybe at the tearooms,
indulging in pleasant conversation with some delightful ladies, discussing
the weather or what have you. Bloody Marvellous!
Anyway. About me. I think i've always wanted to be Clint Eastwood,
you know, a character from one of his spaghetti westerns. But sadly, things
didnt turn out the way I planned, and I ended up a tea drinking Aardvark
loving reprobate from London Town. And here i'll stay, I guess. I certainly
do love animals, and stray creatures usually follow me home for a place to
shelter. You see, i've got a thing about starting my own Animal
Sanctuary, but theres only the one room at home, and I need to expand
immediately. I would be lost without the companionship of my Ostrich, Ducks,
and Piglets, and a mess without my Aardvark. However, he's just made a mess
on the carpet, so its all relative.
As you can see
from my portrait, I was blessed with a warped profile, not a pretty sight,
and definately not Clint Eastwood.
But come on! Things could be a lot worse. You might be unable to gaze upon
my lines of disfigurement. I do remain, however, delighted to
make your acquaintance. Now, dont run away. Look below for some
more pages all about me. I will totally reveal myself to you. What an
absolutely ghastly thought.
George remembers the good old days when Britain ruled the world in cheap
television science fiction, and its splendid comic book offshoots. But like
all good things, it all went horribly horribly wrong. Thank god for the George
archives, and George's frighteningly crazed imagination.
There's nothing like supping a nice cup of tea whilst listening to ones
favourite gramophone records. Typically, George is stuck way back in the
seventies, just like his clothing collection...
GEORGE'S TEA PHILOSOPHY is "I think therefore i'm thinking".
This is where that George waffles on about his transendental Tea
thoughts. This fellow does go on a bit, so gather round the hallowed learned
one. Turn on your walkman. Pretend to listen to George's mumblings whilst
enjoying some classic Barry Manilow.
George's abode is a horrific managerie full of walking, squeeking smelly
animals. The floor is littered with manure, its where George and angels
fear to tread...
Terminator 3 was a terrible movie. George waited about 12 years for a sequel,
and then had to sit through T3, with a fat Arnie still in the lead. Read on
about George's greatest movie disappointment.
Actually, if this is George's worst Movie
disappointment, I suggest he gets out more...
Theres only one way to really understand what George is all about. The CIA and
MI5 have secretly rigged up a camera at Georges little kitchen in the heart
of good olde London Town. This is George's Tea-making HQ, including his Acme
toaster and cracked Teapot. See him in action as he struggles with the fine
art of english tea drinking.
Well, that's enough about me for now.
Cheerio
Yours faithfully,
George.
INTERACT WITH GEORGE
You can write to George, he has access to these new fangeled computers, with
their internet and electronic mail gobbledygook:
George and his Aardvarks want to hear from you.
E-Mail: georgianesther@yahoo.co.uk
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