Popped round for tea and he whips this out from his back pocket! You can't fault his taste in literature. amazon.co.uk/gp/aw/d/1838159…

Hosted the charity auction last night for my pals #dannymiller and @djillings and their #onceuponasmile charity at The Point Old Trafford. Raised a ton of £££££. @Sidley_OUAS

This Two Ronnies sketch was never televised originally (it appeared many years later), but I’ve no idea why. It was written by Ronnie Barker, under the pseudonym Gerald Wiley, and for my money it gives Four Candles a run for it’s money. Seriously, if I’d written something this good I’d just retire immediately. What a talent! Good morning.

My husband has lost most of his work to AI. If you want a great speech written by a human (not generic AI slop) have a look at his website mathew-owen.co.uk Please retweet far and wide.

"My name's Raymond. I'm 73. I work the parking lot at St. Joseph's Hospital. Minimum wage, orange vest, a whistle I barely use. Most people don't even look at me. I'm just the old man waving cars into spaces. But I see everything. Like the black sedan that circled the lot every morning at 6 a.m. for three weeks. Young man driving, grandmother in the passenger seat. Chemotherapy, I figured. He'd drop her at the entrance, then spend 20 minutes hunting for parking, missing her appointments. One morning, I stopped him. "What time tomorrow?" "6:15," he said, confused. "Space A-7 will be empty. I'll save it." He blinked. "You... you can do that?" "I can now," I said. Next morning, I stood in A-7, holding my ground as cars circled angrily. When his sedan pulled up, I moved. He rolled down his window, speechless. "Why?" "Because she needs you in there with her," I said. "Not out here stressing." He cried. Right there in the parking lot. Word spread quietly. A father with a sick baby asked if I could help. A woman visiting her dying husband. I started arriving at 5 a.m., notebook in hand, tracking who needed what. Saved spots became sacred. People stopped honking. They waited. Because they knew someone else was fighting something bigger than traffic. But here's what changed everything, A businessman in a Mercedes screamed at me one morning. "I'm not sick! I need that spot for a meeting!" "Then walk," I said calmly. "That space is for someone whose hands are shaking too hard to grip a steering wheel." He sped off, furious. But a woman behind him got out of her car and hugged me. "My son has leukemia," she sobbed. "Thank you for seeing us." The hospital tried to stop me. "Liability issues," they said. But then families started writing letters. Dozens. "Raymond made the worst days bearable." "He gave us one less thing to break over." Last month, they made it official. "Reserved Parking for Families in Crisis." Ten spots, marked with blue signs. And they asked me to manage it. But the best part? A man I'd helped two years ago, his mother survived, came back. He's a carpenter. Built a small wooden box, mounted it by the reserved spaces. Inside? Prayer cards, tissues, breath mints, and a note, "Take what you need. You're not alone. -Raymond & Friends" People leave things now. Granola bars. Phone chargers. Yesterday, someone left a hand-knitted blanket. I'm 73. I direct traffic in a hospital parking lot. But I've learned this: Healing doesn't just happen in operating rooms. Sometimes it starts in a parking space. When someone says, "I see your crisis. Let me carry this one small piece." So pay attention. At the grocery checkout, the coffee line, wherever you are. Someone's drowning in the little things while fighting the big ones. Hold a door. Save a spot. Carry the weight no one else sees. It's not glamorous. But it's everything." Let this story reach more hearts.... ~ Mary Nelson ✨🙌🏾💫

It's finally out there, the audiobook. Many thanks for production advice from maestros Peter Dickson and Jon Briggs. Available on Amazon, Audible and iTunes @peterdickson @voiceofsiri @GravyForBrain

If you are in Northern Ireland in May, please come along and support this wonderful charity and please share. #HFYNI

I have narrated an audiobook written by a good friend of mine called Ian Dandleroar. It's called "A Tossers Guide to Leadership." It's very good and it's available in all formats here :amazon.com/stores/Ian-Dandle…

Hats off to this young lad at tonight's Scotland game miming smoking a stoagie during the national anthem.

Just a few people round for lunch!

Back at the Mighty Great Room on Park Lane and in rehearsals for today's BIG Groceryaid Sporting Lunch.

Watched #MrBurton on @BBCOne tonight. Stellar cast, photography, lighting, sound, design, script, score and direction. And hats off to the two dialect coaches Penny Dyer and William Conacher who worked with Toby Jones and @harrylawtey. You must watch it.

Check this out! Just found a very old script, with my original markings from Bruce's Price is Right on ITV 1 in 2001!

Voicing the Nursing Times Awards in the mighty Great Room, park Lane London.

As we approach remembrance day next month, I was moved to visit Cafe Gondre, on Pegasus Bridge, the first house in Europe to be liberated in June 1944. #parareg #airborne

Ella Eyre entertaining winners and supporters at the big @centrepointuk awards in London. #centrepoint

Watching University Challenge. Where is @rogertilling ?

My vantage point as VOG at the 2025 #constructionnews awards at the mighty Grosvenor House Great Room on London's Park Lane. 1300 for dinner!

Mmmmm...Dymo

So I went to see Spike Milligan's gravestone recently, to see for myself the "I told you I was ill" epitaph. Bright sunny day, slightly faded inscription, couldn't see it. Walked away somewhat disgruntled, another bloody urban myth I thought. 5 minutes later had a thought, had to walk back again, fool, there it was "Dúirt mé leat go mé breoite," which of course is Irish for "I told you I was ill. Who knew.

My view from stage in advance of hosting the 13th Small Cap Awards at Merchant Taylor's Hall in the City tonight. Lovely crowd.