Gef the talking Mongoose from the Isle of Man

People may not know about Gef, but I do.

He was born in New Delhi in 1852 to quite an affluent family, considering he was a Mongoose.

There are many stories about Gef that pre-date this blog, as I am only just writing this, so that makes sense.

Gef used to live in the walls of the Irvings house on the Isle of Man. The reason he lived in the walls has always been quite a contentious subject, but I have always believed it was because he was ridiculed  for trying to wear really bright red trousers, and the Irvings just couldn't cope with it.

Many stories written about Gef confirmed that he hasn't been sighted for a very long time.

I can prove otherwise.

Yes fair enough he lost contact with a lot of people once MSN Messenger stopped, but who didn't?

Gef currently lives at RSPB Leighton Moss, and although he struggles with phone reception at some parts of the reserve, he will always answer once he is back in signal.

Gef is currently collecting charity donations for Christmas presents for Deaf Bullfinches.

But his advert for donations does say "Send me throw cushions and I will fucking cut your throat".

God bless Gef.

Guest Blog By A Friend I Met In Colchester

HI Everyone.

I am Sol Butamol.

My breathing may be a trouble at times, but I have really strong shins.

I agreed to do a little post here for Thomas after he stopped buying the Daily Mail.

Fair enough, he only bought the Daily Mail to line his rabbit hutch, but that rabbit ran away 18 months ago and he carried on buying it.

My main interests are wheezing, coughing, and putting plastic things in my mouth.

None of my garden furniture matches, but I just get on with it.

Sting's appearance in Quadrophenia really upsets me and the people I live with.

I don't really think I need to go on much more, as I don't really have anything else to say other than urban foxes like a good cuddle every now and again.

Thanks

SB

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Not sure what his name is so I will call him Jim, he doesn't really need a name but it will help tell his story better. No, Barry. He was/is called Barry. No surname, just like a Brazilian Footballer.

Think he might be Hungarian actually but that doesn't really matter.

Barry once saved a Narwhal from it's own reflection after it got itself in a kerfuffle with a new bathroom mirror in B&Q.

After the success of the worldwide hit 'Mmmbop', Barry always agonised  whether he should have put a 'H' at the front of the song title.

Barry is still recording songs, his new prog rock album 'Why are we killing Badgers when science proves it is the wrong thing to do' is currently at production stage.

Barry is really looking forward to his first snowball fight of the upcoming winter.


Sadly Barry had nothing else to say, he realised the red lights in his LA Lights trainers had stopped working so went off to write an angst ridden song.