‘This is a tale of a northern soul’

Time to go home

@drawingonemotions

Another Mrs Booker original

Mrs B’s amazing new self portrait - ‘The struggle with colour.’

Mrs B at work

20 years this month since we sneaked off Godfather style to get married in Sicily .. luckily for me the bride wasn’t blown up a couple of days later .. after two decades with me Mrs B may not think it was so lucky

Mrs B’s latest work of art… she’s good at this, after all, with me, she’s used to dealing with a big head

Mum’s recent house move has unearthed a burial ground of old photos including this one of me concentrating hard in a maths lesson at secondary school - black and white but it wasn’t the 1940s

We need to bring back 1980s dads. They wouldn’t have let this snow still be here 5 days after it fell. They’d have formed paramilitary-style street-shovel gangs with other neighbourhood 80s dads they never normally spoke to within seconds of a flurry.

Now I’m a bus guy I don’t think I’ll ever be a train or taxi guy again

From its title I’m hoping this involves Stacey demonstrating distraction burglaries and telephone fraud over the festive period. I fear I will be disappointed.

I swear this branch of Lush just winced as I passed knowing that in 7 days I’ll be whirling around inside panic-buying ‘bath bombs’ and ‘bubble bars’

The only good thing that’s happened this week is the blast of warm air from the tube doors opening at Finsbury Park station at 6.37am today on the Piccadilly line

I find the people who have regular Christmas dinners through December highly suspicious, particularly at workplace restaurants. You can only have the one. It’s the rule.

Mick Lynch is many things to many people but to me he is the guy that enabled me to discover that after living in London for 21 years the 307 and 121 buses are my friend

I still believe that this headline I wrote when I was Editor of the Sunday Express may have perhaps, err.. jinxed, the last three years a little

Right then...

I was a big proponent of this in my late teens but no one would listen - let’s hope this generation has more success with ‘slob rule’

If I was as a security guard at a supermarket I’d stand by the self checkout watching for the people who press the button to say they don’t need a receipt. Then I’d stop them at the exit and ask for a receipt. Every time.