Stu Neville

Live just along the road from the local Primary School.

In the last fifteen minutes I've seen four Harry Potters, three Charlie Buckets, half a dozen Tracy Beakers and an Oompah Loompah pass the window.

It's not World Book Day. I'm experimenting with psilocybin.

Wow! Knew it wasn't Marksbury Rd as nobody ever read the papers there. Not even us staff.

Was that Ashley Down?

Hey Martin! Yeah seems to have filled out a bit..

The Bord's books are all a study in thoughtfulness.

I'm OK thanks Frenchi - had a lot in that real life place which is all thankfully subsiding so I can get back to skiving on Social Media a bit more! How about you? X

Morning Frenchi! Same to you - Thursday already 😀.

Advertise your account with just one image.

Bloody hell!! I've not gone through some sort of Twilight Zone thing have I?

*closes figurative front door, drops figurative suitcase on the hallway carpet, looks at pile of figurative post behind the figurative front door*

Right, I'm back. Now, what have I missed?

The Penguin paperback of Willans and Searle's Molesworth.

It's fabulous, isn't it? A calm, funny, fascinating listen - and on my desk right this moment 😀?

Sure will, bud!

I did try being very disciplined and just dipping in for 30 mins at a time, but it soon unravels.. if I'm going to not do something it's easier to not do it at all! I'll be around more soon. How's the newest member of the house?

Hi Martin! Very kind to ask! I've just been taking a bit of a break from Social Media all round, got a lot on and it absorbs the attention like a black hole 😀. Hope all fab with you and yours!

My friend's was FB messenger and Insta. She's locked lots of stuff down now and seriously thinned out her friends list. She's angry, but I think it's the way she's just kind of almost resigned to its inevitability of it even happening that chimed with what you said.

Ooh - didn't realise you'd deleted - I'm just really, fucking disappointed that even people I've met can think it's acceptable. Obvs I knew it happened but hadn't seen it up close.

Remembered this exchange talking with a close friend earlier - she stayed off social media Dec & Jan, came back and she showed me the sheer amount of (sadly) male bullshit she's already received, including people she knows. I just can't fathom the mentality. As her friend it upset me. So sorry.

*sets about finding Ambridge on the map to go and be ill there*

Ours has been festooned with bricks since October. It still tries to escape - give it half a chance it'd be Steve McQueen-ing it over next door's fence.

In any city with a big financial sector the average wage - taken across the board - is so skewed as to be meaningless. It's like including the players, board, manager and stadium staff of Man City and concluding that ticket office staff are on £7,000 per week. You have to discount outliers.

Arthur Conan-Doyle invented the Dairylea triangle.*

*citation needed

With a hey! Ho!
Hey nonny no!
It's off to the dystopian
Future we go!

Mr Benn has stayed with me in an odd subliminal way - we not only live in a street that bears a strong resemblance to Festive Road, but I mentally hear the "Festive Road" tune when walking towards home but also the "hurry" tune when in a rush. Nearest costume shop is bloody miles way though.

Ps - hope the burn subsides soon. Take care Ro x

Ah, the false dawns of physical recovery 😞. Still, a day writing is never wasted (I nearly finished typing that without laughing: last day I devoted to writing I ended up clearing out the attic).

Scary innit (time, not your daughter 😉 ) - our eldest is also 31 later this year. I don't know about you though, I've felt this age for about 15 years now, I just make more noises when getting out of bed, standing up, etc, and appreciate small mercies a lot more.

Yeah. "Oh, isn't this good, like Kurt Russell, well shot, getting intriguing, what are they JESUS H CHRIST!!!"

The no1 rule of breakfast: it always tastes better cooked by someone else.

Many happy returns, Mic!

We made the advent crown candelabra thingy made of tinsel, sellotape and coat hangers with real candles. Set fire to the lampshade in the living room and left a circular burn mark on the ceiling that never painted out. They were such innocent times.