Mama Gin is getting along famously in SF as per the photograph below - a photograph that reminds me of one of PG's great moments in domestic comedy.
One day I came home from work to find George in a state of particularly high agitation. I asked him what was wrong. His reply:
"What's wrong? What do you mean 'what's wrong?'" he said, pointing to Mama Gin who was as usual hovering outside, trying to peer in our window. "How am I supposed to feel with Miss Elphaba spying on me all day?"
The characterization was so dead on that I probably howled for thirty minutes.
6 comments:
Be careful about what you say Coaster, one flying monkey can do the same damage as a flock of incontinent pigeons.
I'm glad you explained that, because I've never seen "Wicked," so I would've been force to comment "hahahahaha" as if I understood what you meant.
It sure it ain't easy being green, or Poor George for that matter.
We have a black President now!!!! It's all beyond fantastic!!!
I hope you'll pardon me for saying so, but that may be the gayest thing George has ever said.
I miss MG:)
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