When George met The Nanny

In another lifetime my mother walked into a doctor's office for a job interview. Sounds like the start of a bad joke, and in a way it is. Inside the clinic, to the left of the baby grand piano and past the chandelier sat this bloke:



Not George Costanza, but Dr Geoffrey Edelsten himself. Ex-owner of the Sydney Swans during their late eighties glam-rock period. Lamborghini-driving, busty-blonde chasing, ex-criminal Dr. E.

He resurfaced in Melbourne just in time for the 2009 Brownlow Medal dinner, after many years out of the spotlight, with a bad hair tint and a blonde he met in a club in Las Vegas. I ran into him in person at the AFL Grand Final, somewhat of a highlight on a very forgettable day, meaning he has now met half of my family.

But here's where it gets weird. Warwick Capper-weird. He's now marrying said buxom lass, who has a name but it's largely irrelevant. She's a generation-busting 40 years his junior. The ceremony is to be MC'd by George Costanza (Jason Alexander) and The Nanny (Fran Drescher). And if that's not enough, he's now running around town flinging wads of cash at any big name singer he can lure to the big show on Sunday.

Could it all be an elaborate ruse to promote the disbarred doc's latest venture in Caroline Springs? All the proceeds from the wedding are going to charity, which is lovely and all, but since when do weddings have proceeds?

The whole thing is madly intriguing, but Happy Festivus to you all. And my mother? She took one look at her potential boss, turned around without saying a word and walked out the door.