I think that Emma and Ron (Guv’nors of The Hob) think of me as a bit of a joke. But not in a way that they’d ever let me within cooee of the stage upstairs.

Deano on the other hand has the gift. Deano’s masterful turns of phrase are a most welcome recent addition to this forum. I was having a good old cackle at “trollope” the other day. And “Dickens of a job” inspired me to introduce this into my day to day vocabulary.

This morning, for instance, I took the train. You may have seen my little performance inside the ticket hall at about 08:10 when I looked up at the board and saw trains being cancelled left, right and centre. Both my feet left the ground as I shouted, “What the Dickens!” to an unappreciative crowd of commuters.

I have to tip my hat towards rshdunlop. Their post #13 above was just lovely.

Me running around The Hill with my string vest has obviously encouraged the Material Girl to darken our fair streets. For that, I humbly apologise. If there is any ray of light that I can offer, then I believe she's heard better prospects are down the road in Catford for her latest string vest fetish as I didn’t see her lurking around this morning when I went to the station.