Tales of the Neil World

Last at night at dinner, the conversation came around to Google. Neil Murray from the National Theatre of Scotland pointed out to Maddy that she had an unusual name, which would be good for googling. He told her that he wasn't even the first Neil Murray to come up when you Google Neil Murray. He said at least if you google Neil Gaiman, you'll get me.

That was when Julian Crouch pointed out, as a man who reads this blog, that if you simply google Neil, you'll get me.

"You mean," said Neil Murray, doubtfully. "You're Neil Number One."

And I had to admit that I was currently able to claim that rather dubious honour. In the back of my head, I kept seeing this:




Get dressed, Dad. Get off the computer, says Maddy. Right. To work.