Tuesday, February 02, 2010

I read your comment Mister Hector but I do not believe you. (and you are not proper brother to George but only his half a brother)

Yes, I remember the time at Wynorrin when you try to get into my knickers (even though I do not wear such things but know it is expression what you English use). Also you think because I am professional actress (ex)in porn movie industry that I am also trollope who will do whatever bizarre practice what you desire, which is not true.)

Anyway if my Georgie is in loony bin what is name and where it is? So that I may telephone and find out if you speak truth.

Excuse me for being so suspect but after living in this place Purley for few weeks I am trusting not anyone. However if you can supply with name of place in what George is incapacitated then I maybe change mind and arrange meeting with you possibly.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Sorry Love - no can do. Doctor's orders.
Freddie (Dr Foggatty, George's psychiatrist says that any recovery (and, of course, one does hope for recovery despite the lesss than encouraging short-term prognosis) is dependent upon my brother (ok, half-brother) having complete rest.
This means that, at least for the time being, no contact with anyone from his recent past - especially women.
Freddie says that it is George's inability to form and sustain healthy relationships with the opposite sex that has caused this, his most recent, breakdown.
I would put it more simply: women have been his downfall.
Just look at his track record: his wife (ex), MY wife (ex), that odious Sponce woman and that so-called landlady of his - and of course your good self.
I am not getting at you, my dear but I think your little affair was not very healthy.
And then, to go and shack up with his ex - well I think that really pushed him over the edge.
Ok, so you swing both ways - nothing wrong in that. Don't go in for it myself but with women it's different isn't it. (I read "Tipping The Velvet" bloody good book).
Funny thing but I always used to think George was a bit queer. I don't think he is, though - just a bit effeminate.
Anyway, hows about you and me letting bygones be bygones. My security and surveilance business is thriving (thank God for crime, eh!). And I could give you a lifestyle you could soon become accustomed to. (and the only time you would need to take your clothes off would be in the bedroom - perhaps one or two other little places, but we could go into that later! Just a little joke.
Don't keep me waiting too long... a man has his needs, you know.

Anonymous said...

You blackguard. You absolute stinker.

The only reason your squalid little business is 'Thriving' is because of the contract you have with my father's company - and I was instrumental in getting you said contract.

And you have the cheek to refer to me as 'that odious Sponce woman'. Did you never think that I might read this blog?

Well, let me tell you - your contract comes up for renewal in April but don't bother even bother to apply.

ANNA - I know we have not always seen eye to eye, but please do not trust this man.
I don't know the whereabouts of your lover but I do know that Hector is NOT his next of kin. That is his son Sydney. Surely you have not forgotten 'Floating Sydney'

Anyway, if you need any help just contact me.

Norah