Friday, October 23, 2009
This is Stanley, he lives at the bottom of my street.
i know that his name is not really Stanley, (mainly because i'm sure there has never been a Slovene named Stanley). There is no plaque to tell me his real name, what he did or why he has a statue at the end of my street in his honour....yet every day as i pass him by i felt like i should be able to said a friendly hello to the only neighbour who i see everyday, in fact the only neighbour who i really know. So i named him Stanley.
I often like to muse over the life of Stanley and what wonderful Adventures he might have had