George Fyvie is a mumble-bumble something from Sunny Edinburgh. George is mercilessly bullied by the wonderful ladies in his life and his only solace is in his pal Lumpy sneaking chocolate to him in the middle of the night, when he’s sent to the cupboard under the stairs.
Throughout this blog we will see film reviews, book reviews, harsh drunken attacks on whatever the last subject was to be discussed before leaving the pub, games reviews and photos of George’s poor minature painting.
Why do this?
- To torture anyone who reads it with my inane comments.
- To mercilessly torture anyone who never read the first bullet point.
- Never listen to Fil Whyte, he talks absolute rubbish and his dogs a liar – I was never near that farm at that time.
- Bigger boys did it and ran away