Meet George

Unfortunately, no-one can be told what George is. You have to see him for yourself.

But, between you and I, he's a bit like a house. In fact; he's exactly like one. If one were to peep through the heavy cream curtains of the comfortable suburban lounge room, one might catch a glimpse of one of the many eclectic denizens of George or his associates. These denizens are also known as George. And so are his associates. It's a bit like holding a mirror up to a mirror, except that it's like holding a George up to a George, and realising he's in fact made up of tiny, tiny Georges.

Like George's table is made up of

tiny, tiny tables.

Which has nothing to do with

miniature tooth paste. Except

that a dinosaur would never

have used either.

Now that we have the formalities out of the way, I suppose it is my duty as your George and host to give you a bit of an idea what to expect in this blog. In upcoming episodes, you will find out about the 13:5 guitar-people ratio, how to plant vampires and grow them into vegetables, how to raise baby praying mantids into formidable man-eaters and how to convert a bag of foam into a variety of person-shaped objects.

This is an instructional blog. It's a how-to in being as funky as we are.

Are you George enough to take it?