well, here I am.


I was just wondering about the state of my wine cellar, when I thought I'd talk to you.


I first started collecting women in the 50's.


I went to that blasted musical festival, Glasto something in 1994, I was sat in my deckchair enjoying a fine wine, when these bloody fucking young people tipped me up, rolled me in the mud and put their tent up over my aging body and had a "disco".I nearly spilt my drink.





Anyway..... many years ago, I was on a sea voyage with my very good associate Jeremy Farthingsworth. We sat on our deckchairs smoking pipes, drinking wine talking of our love for the female box, when, suddenly, Jeremy stood up quick as you like, and threw himself over the side of the ship.When the captain approached me about this I stated " Poor chap must have lost his mind". The captain offered me a hand shandy, and I thought why not.





I went to a party in the late sixties, free love, lots of beautiful young girlies, some not wearing bras! One of them offered me some powder, sprinkled on her bare chest . I inhaled immediately hoping to get into her knickers. Fouled myself instantly, whilst trying to eat my beard.Pity.





Speak with you again.





George Belloe.