Tag Archives: George

You Coming?

Are you? You must come strictly whilst dancing. It is my pre-birthday drinky-poos this eve and I am cordially inviting you along. Go on. You could do with a fun night out.
You can meet up with me from 3.30 and buy me lots of alchyhol, oh alchyhol. Why so early? Because I’m hardcore baby. All […]

Favourites

“What’s your favourite flag?”
“George, I do not have a favourite flag and I really have no time,  interest or inclination in discussing this.”
“You must have a favourite flag Nelson. Mine is the Bolivian one.”
“Stop asking me stupid questions George, next you’ll ask me what my favourite train is.”
“What’s your favourite train? Mine is the Blue […]

The Bard’s Tragedy

A number of my closest friends and I were recently invited to a party. It was billed as a “Wear a Fancy Dress” party. I am always up for one of these and they are becoming increasingly popular in that London. We all trotted off to a pub on the South Bank, called the Founders […]

George’s Marvellous Medicine

I had another rather odd conversation in the office kitchen with George. His twisted imagination has envisioned another bizarre invention. He presently has his little wonky eye on a certain pretty young girl and will do anything to impress her. He has already made her some nettle soup and left it on her desk and […]

Boys Aren’t Allowed

I had to face George this morning and tell him I am not prepared to play any part in his sick Paul Young cover versions band. As he stood before me in his tinsel wig and bowler hat I saw a little white tear form at the corner of his eye. His head was lowered […]

George’s Love of the Common People

George has got it into his little head that it is an amazing idea to create a Paul Young cover version band. He is pestering me everyday, trying to turn me onto the joy of Paul Young’s musical oeuvre. He is desperate for me to play guitar, Pip on bass and Bugsy to bash his […]

Metal Hair

“I bet you are really into heavy metal and rock Nelson.”
“I beg your pardon George. How could you possibly believe that?”
“Well, your hair. You have metal hair.”
“How dare you George, I do not.”
“You have the heavy rocker look about you Nel.”
“You have the look of Mr Razor Hat from James Bond.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You […]