ABOUT THIS SITE

Quite frankly, this site is an outlet for a few of George's obsessions. George is a Tea drinking Aardvark lover who dearly wants to be Clint Eastwood, but is instead a delicate little englishman with bad glasses. He dreams of going horseriding on the plains of Arizona but always ends up taking the number 73 bus to one of London's superb Curry Houses, and having a right royal blowout. Then its back home for another cup of tea. George drinks endless cups of tea, and so has dedicated this website to the art of endless tea drinking. Thanks to this wonderful internet contraption, George is able to discuss his addiction with tea junkies throughout the world. He now broadcasts to the billions of the world from his armchair. But just how did this amazing institution come about, you may ask?

So, lo and behold.. there I was, in Cyberland, With Tea on my mind, and lo and behold again... I chanced upon a delicious Tea Club. This was run by a splendid Tea drinking dog breeding creature who introduced me to the concepts of tannic talkabilations. Whatever happened to that creature? Eventually, I graduated with honours and was able to build my own Club Nest, one that would include the devastating addition of Aardvarks. Other novelties came to my notice: Curry and Clint. Or Clint eating Curry. Currified Clint. And then there I was, dribbling about my vices, In short, the great brown bevvy, And the Ant eating mammalian bear-hog. Everything was right with the world, summer would last forever, and nothing ever again would go wrong. Little did I know what hell was in store...

All was going quite well until, oh horrors, our internet hosts decided to disband the Club format and integrate it all into the somewhat diluted 'Groups'. Couldnt they see that the Clubs structure was design perfection? Pretty soon, the Death Knell of Groups was sounded, and the system was abandoned by many happy contributors. I just had to move on. What a shame. Oh well, thats showbusiness. At least theres this little old tea site to keep things a rollin'. That is, until those greedy corporate beings start interfering. What rotters! In the meantime, this site is dedicated to the Yahoo Club members of old, gone to that yonder posting ground in the sky.

No internet site is complete without a bit of on-line Shopping Therapy. Heres your chance to empty your wallets and sent your donations to George. The Items for sale here are delightful, although bound straight for the Trash Can where they belong.

Please do open an E-Mail account, gulp a large slurp from your cup of char, and apply yourself to a quick Tea-Letter. It's a splendid idea. Did you know that E-Mail serves one well as the complete self contained waffling platform? Open your mind to some of you most darkest thoughts. Then you can send them all immediately to me. Absolutely Spiffing!!!