Regular readers of my site, will no doubt have noticed the odd reference to a friend of mine – George. Indeed of the three emails I have received since starting this weblog, two have mentioned him specifically (further, the only one to harness impeccable grammar was entirely dedicated to the discussion of George’s sleeping habits). In celebration therefore of George, and all that he has brought to these pages, I thought I’d give you a brief bio of the man I call ‘Mr G’.
Born in Grantham, Lincolnshire, George quickly redressed the balance by spending his summers in the Scottish Isles. After leaving school, George travelled extensively in Norfolk before training as a butcher, baker and candlestick maker all in the course of one hot summer in order to fulfil the conditions of a ridiculous bet with his Aunt Josephine (an alcoholic). He lost.
George eventually entered the work force as a Civil Servant responsible for the packaging of eggs, a job he maintained with the highest of standards until an EU directive called for eggs to be less ovoid and George, in a fit of pique, hit a superior with a stapler causing his instant dismissal. Since the end of his public service, George has lived off the fruits of investments made in telecoms in the early nineties while also breeding chinchillas from his shed.
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