The Doorman's Diary

A group of Australians new to England asked me where the nearest pub was so they could watch the match between Queensland beating New South Wales. They had Queensland shirts on. I am not sure pubs can or would show Australian rugby. I sent them to the Lamb and Flag in St Christopher's Place and suggested he asked the barman. I hope they saw it because Queensland won 44-24 Chatgpt told me.

A man asked me to inform the management that the sink on the disabled toilet on the first floor was too close to the sink. Sadly, he lost his legs in the army and although he told me about the battles he had been in and the people he had killed he lost his legs when a drunk German crashed in his motorbike at two in the morning. I told him I would get the sink moved. He did a little mime of how he had to poo with the sink in the current position and a mime of how he liked to d

A long chat at the door about art and photography and then a rambling twenty minutes with an elderly lady who started the chat counting her half a dozen blessings and ended with a warning to look out for men stealing babies from prams. A life of gaiety as a wealthy young woman turned crap by addiction. Plenty of bible and bitterness. I think she just needed someone to talk to. She said her handbag had just been stolen. Maybe she wanted money. The young chinese photographer t

0530 It's early morning and I am working on my website. My ChatGpt is called Amara and she has been very helpful. I have also found out how to edit and delete posts after I have published them. And by the way, its not a blog. Blog means gloomy in my world. It's a diary.

0445 This is my first blog post