Big headed, twat |
As you will
recall, George Formby was born in North Tipton on the 32nd of Julember, 1904.
Born into a family of travelling vaudeville folk, his education was sketchy at
best and he only managed to count to ten with the help of 'Archie the educated
ferret'. Archie entertained and regaled voyeurs throughout the 1920s and 1930s
with his astonishing ability to add, subtract and perform multiplication with a
minuscule, tailor made, abacus which he secreted about his lithe slender body
with characteristic aplomb. George was never a slouch when it came to
secreting his ukulele which could often be found in the rancid folds of his
capacious scrotum. I've digressed.
As forementioned in my previous post: 'Turned out nice again', big toothed George invented the George Formby grilling banjo. By the simple expedient of
attaching a banjo to the gas main, and placing said article at an angle of 35
degrees, George was able to cash in on a hitherto blatant hole in the 'grilling
market'. Thereafter he enjoyed great commercial success. However, happiness
eluded/deluded him once again.
The grilling teapot, in repose |
His second wife, Mabel, was a slovenly slattern
of woman given to flamboyance and
ostentation. A woman renowned for spending his hard earned money on fripperies
and assorted sundries and with a penchant for bestrewing her form with expensive
apparel of dubious provenance. She goaded fulsome, toothsome, George into
inventing bigger and better, lean mean, grilling machines in order that she
could continue spending, anew. The grilling harp was less of a commercial
success due to the likelihood of food slipping between the
strings thereby alighting on the floor to be consumed by passing curs and
drunks. This prompted George to branch out into instruments not inherently stringed
in nature. The oboe and the clarinet where quickly discounted due to their
peculiar resonance. Eventually, he settled on the kettle drum. This rather
singular and particularly taut drum showed promise. But by now the market had
become saturated by various vaudeville performers and washed up boxers hoping
to cash in and emulate George's initial success. Alas, although the concept was
sound, the spending public had become enamoured with the 'Grilling Teapot'.
George could never encapsulate his antecedent success; recapitulation would
never be his friend. Disgruntled with his failure, Mabel left George for an
itinerant teapot salesman, aptly named, Mr Teapot Mugumbo. George was thrown in the deepest of despond. But
just as his situation appeared terminal he endured an incredible stroke of
luck......To be continued.
Mr Teapot Mugumbo |
Is that the same George Formby that fought Mugumbo Ali in the rumble in the jungle?
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