Month: July 2002

Neighbourhood Watch: he’s back. Looks like he has a peace offering from the Chinese takeaway too.

Mike on BlogChalking.

ummm….Is the BBC sponsored by mmO2?

In case you were wondering (you probably were not), there is a timestamp issue with this site at the moment. All posts are being timestamped as GMT, not BST, even though my Blogger settings are for London time and on the Blogger server they show up as BST. Blogger claim they are “working on it”.

I’m working on a new and exciting project for this website. I spent a large chunk of yesterday evening doing research for it, checking how much it would cost and how difficult it would be to implement (that is, I was researching it when I wasn’t watching my neighbours!). Watch this space – I think it is going to take me about a week or maybe two to set up, but I reckon it’ll be worth the wait.

Happy birthday to Charlie, one of the most beautiful and lovely of all Graypies.

Someone called Graham Spencer has just won tickets to a live gig for Radio 1. It wasn’t me.

Just when I was beginning to think that this would be a quiet but rather dull night at home, flopping about and not doing much, my neighbours across the road start a domestic in the street. Top value!
Blonde woman who lives at 183 left with her boyfriend about 30 minutes ago. Shortly after, woman with long raven black hair’s boyfriend turned up on his motorbike and went in clutching a video. About twenty minutes later, she stormed out, followed by him. He snatched her car keys from her. There was yelling. She pushed him. He pushed her. More yelling. She stalked back home and slammed the door.
Since then, they’ve been in and out of the house at least three times. There is much pacing about, raised voices and arms waving.

It’s great spectator sport. I’d hate to be involved though.

Oo – door slammed again. Oh dear oh dear. looks like he’s dumped. Mind you, with a hairstyle like his, I can’t blame her.

UPDATE: he’s just stormed out the front door (she yelled something and slammed the door behind him), got on his bike and drove off up a cul de sac. A few minutes, and he’s back and lets himself in.
This is waaaaaay better than Big Brother!

Nothing much to say today. I’m sure I’ll get more verbose later.

Can they leave nothing alone?