I have not yet told you much about my life before moving to London. The Dancer recently unearthed a communicate that the Professor had sent to the Artist around the 2012 Olympics about my own youthful proficiency in sports:
It will probably come as no surprise to you to learn that in all the recent excitement over the Olympics it has emerged that George was himself an outstanding athlete when he was young. He won the annual Outstanding Sportsfrog of the Year on three successive occasions, having previously (at the age of three and a half months) won the Gold Medal in the 2007 Whole Wide World Frog Olympics in the Triple Hop. He broke his own World Record in the first heat and broke each new record in turn in the remaining nine heats. His final hophophop covered the amazing distance of 69.932 metres, a record that remains unbeaten to this day.
Unfortunately I was not in the habit then of capturing the moment for posterity so I don’t have any photos to share with you and on doing a Google search it does not appear that the Frog Olympics have made it into the vast human realm of data collection.
I will get in touch with my old networks to see if I can unearth anything as, reflecting on it now, it really was a momentous achievement and there must be some material archived.
My first birthday outing in London
I share my birthday with another famous George, the patron saint of England. Living with the Professor we always marked the occasion with a party and I shall recant tales of some of those at a later date. Today I want to tell you about my first celebration with my new hosts, the Dancer and the Runner.
I was treated to a lovely afternoon out, with my nephew Ty, at a local parkland which allowed me to reconnect with my pond roots. It was a wonderful opportunity to speak with the resident tadpoles and R&B left us with them for a while allowing me to impart some of my experiences on them.
After the park we headed for a local watering hole for the obligatory birthday supping of gaseous pond water, and raised a glass to our dearly departed Professor. Although the Dancer and the Engineer declined this delicacy on this occasion, and instead drank ‘standard’ fizz, I believe I will convert them before too long.
We also sampled various of the sweet treats on offer which were interesting, but as none contained fly, it was quite a different experience for my palette.
While the celebrations were not as grand as my birthdays with the Professor I feel the Dancer and the Engineer did well introducing me to aspects of their world and some of the local London experiences. I look forward to many more experiences with them.