Born the only child of a family of five in the sweaty wedge of Gulley Creek, New South Wales, Torment’s happy formative years were marred somewhat when a childhood bike ride was cut short by a vintage steamroller, popping out his spleen like a startled anchovy .
After some weeks, the Torments noticed that he had not moved, spoken or opened his eyes, and abandoned him on the steps of the General Hospital.
Little did they know that Geoff would remain in a coma for some eleven years. In a case of delayed karma due to drunk driving, in 1978, Mr and Mrs Torment were forced off the road in a freak accident, crashing into a local electricity substation. The sudden gush of power surged through the hospital and opened Geoff’s cold eyes.
Oblivious to the development of acceptable hairstyles, the conscious but delusional Geoff was convinced that his family had given their life energies for him. Had he not woken, he would have remained forgotten, existing solely in a dingy shed on the barren allotment of his subconscious. He vowed to devote his life to uncovering the figures who would also otherwise have been lost in the murky soup of the past.
And so he did.
History is more or less bunk, said Henry Ford. If this is true, then renegade historian Geoff Torment is a bunk rocker, here to spit his theories into the face of doubters everywhere. He has unearthed the forgotten people who really shaped the past and has less bunk than a recently burned down bed factory.
Ladies and gentlemen, these are…Geoff Torment’s Extraordinary Lives...
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After some weeks, the Torments noticed that he had not moved, spoken or opened his eyes, and abandoned him on the steps of the General Hospital.
Little did they know that Geoff would remain in a coma for some eleven years. In a case of delayed karma due to drunk driving, in 1978, Mr and Mrs Torment were forced off the road in a freak accident, crashing into a local electricity substation. The sudden gush of power surged through the hospital and opened Geoff’s cold eyes.
Oblivious to the development of acceptable hairstyles, the conscious but delusional Geoff was convinced that his family had given their life energies for him. Had he not woken, he would have remained forgotten, existing solely in a dingy shed on the barren allotment of his subconscious. He vowed to devote his life to uncovering the figures who would also otherwise have been lost in the murky soup of the past.
And so he did.
History is more or less bunk, said Henry Ford. If this is true, then renegade historian Geoff Torment is a bunk rocker, here to spit his theories into the face of doubters everywhere. He has unearthed the forgotten people who really shaped the past and has less bunk than a recently burned down bed factory.
Ladies and gentlemen, these are…Geoff Torment’s Extraordinary Lives...
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