I used to live across the road from him. There was a garden party down the road once, a Labour party do I think, where he sat in a teepee dressed as a gypsy and told fortunes. My sister wasn't pleased because he told her she would spend her life looking after an aged parent. It didn't come true, though, nor his prediction that I would be a famous actress.
He had an adopted son called Patrick who died when he was still in his teens. He had the main part in a production of Lakota put on by his school at the Jeanetta Cochrane theatre. He was very good. GM was in the audience.
I've never liked Jazz but I always liked George. He was a patch of ever-present colour in my life.
Posted by: Chip Dale | July 05, 2007 at 07:18 PM
I used to live across the road from him. There was a garden party down the road once, a Labour party do I think, where he sat in a teepee dressed as a gypsy and told fortunes. My sister wasn't pleased because he told her she would spend her life looking after an aged parent. It didn't come true, though, nor his prediction that I would be a famous actress.
He had an adopted son called Patrick who died when he was still in his teens. He had the main part in a production of Lakota put on by his school at the Jeanetta Cochrane theatre. He was very good. GM was in the audience.
Posted by: Reading the signs | July 05, 2007 at 08:57 PM
Hello Chip - you're a bit colourful yourself. Great anecdote Reading.
Posted by: Dave Hill | July 05, 2007 at 09:12 PM