I Was Not Very Popular With My Neighbours,

at 04.00 AM this morning, 

but first two things, firstly Steve is making good progress, he is home and as advised out and about walking, secondly as I am visiting Duncan today I will only be making one post today, and as soon as I post it I will be out, back to 04.00AM Tuesday morning, after dropping Diana off at work at 03.45 I arrived back home and parked the car and using the key pad locked it, looking at it I had not left much room for one of my neighbours, so I decided to move the car over a tad, in the dark I hit the wrong button, the panic alarm, and it worked, for 20 minuets! I could not turn the thing off, lights started going on in the other flats and David appeared in his dressing gown, eventually it stopped so everyone got back, hopefully to sleep, what a nightmare! Later in the day I popped downstairs to replace these, dust caps for the tyres valves, they were old, so new ones all round .99 pence for 8 of them including delivery, 

as Diana had a early start and we both wanted a few things in Bromley we meet on the number 354 bus, so out into a cold, grey day, 

we soon arrived in Bromley as we passed The Partridge, 

and Primark, 

outside a solitary burger stall,

Diana went to M & S I continued along the High Street, 

past the Churchill and library, 

and into here for a few bits and pieces, 

next stop Lidl, stocks of both spiced rum and sherry were critically low, we then meet up, 

for a meal here in the Greyhound, a Indian for Diana scampi and chips for myself, including a coke for Diana and a large red wine for myself £20.47, it was dark after we left for the number 354 bus, arriving home it was our usual fare, a BattleBots followed by a couple of Deadliest Catch which were being shown back to back, after which as she was tired Diana was off to bed, for myself,

Gangs of New York, here are my comments from when we watched the film before:

 'surprisingly enough based almost more on fact than fiction, there really was a place called the Five Points, the names of the legendary Five Points gangs—the Bowery Boys, the Dead Rabbits, the Plug Uglies, the Short Tails, the Slaughter Houses, the Swamp Angels were all gangs that were there at the time that the film depicts',

Charles Dickens called the Five Points "a world of vice and misery." in 1842, the neighbourhood was on the edge of an explosion, spurred on by the Irish Potato Famine of the 1840s, waves of threadbare immigrants arrived in New York City with the wherewithal for only the most miserable lodgings—the drooping tenements of Five Points, for the next two decades, the Irish ruled Five Points, overcrowding a roughly five-square-block area centred on the intersection of Cross Street (today's Park Street), Anthony Street (today's Worth), and Orange Street (today's Baxter),

moving on in to the 1890s crusading photographer Jacob Riis's unprecedented images of crowded tenements, child laborers, and places like Bandit's Roost (below), incited a public outcry that led the city to raze Mulberry Bend, Five Points' most notorious block,

'it's heart cut out, the slum was overtaken by neighbourhoods to the north—Little Italy and Chinatown, courthouses and factories replaced its southern tenements, today the Five Points intersection is buried largely beneath Chinatown's Columbus Park and a federal courthouse, I think it is great when a film that I thought was pure fiction has a base in fact, a violent but watchable movie set in troubled times long gone', after which I too was off to bed.