Glen Fredericks, of Adamstown Heights, runs the page called Hey Brickhead.

Brickheads, in case you haven't caught on, are Lego enthusiasts.

On this Facebook page - in meme form - there's a story about being invited to a girl's house and being taken to her bedroom.

"Then she gets out a new Lego set to build together," the meme says.

It is only then, the story goes, that you know she's a keeper.

Yep, Glen does indeed love Lego.

"I cannot wait for the new Lego store to be opened at Charlestown," said Glen, who is a Star Wars fan and Lego aficionado.

"I am a huge fan - have been since my dad bought me my first basic set as a preschooler back in the '70s when I was sick.

"It's surprising that I didn't become a hypochondriac or suffer from Munchausen by plastic bricks, just to get more of the Danish product [for those who don't know, the Danes invented Lego]."

Glen says he'll be at the grand opening of the Lego store, which will be in Charlestown Square.

"It should be a good turnout, I'm sure there will be a queue for blocks," he quipped.

The store's opening date is yet to be announced.

Wallsend's Bruce Anthony always scans the funeral notices in the Newcastle Herald.

"I do it not only to make sure my name isn't there, but to be amused by the odd surnames some people have," Bruce said.

"I know from personal experience that one's surname can give problems, albeit minor ones in my case. A surname that's usually a given name can confuse people."

On joining a new class, a teacher once asked him whether he was "Tony Bruce".

"I have long since learned to make it clear that Anthony is my surname and Bruce is my given name."

Bruce Wayne knows that feeling, too.

This joke, also from Wallsend's Bruce Anthony:

One day a barman was intrigued when a new customer came in and asked for three whiskies to be lined up on the bar for him.

The guy downed the first one, saying "mine", then the second one, saying "Tom's", then the third one, saying "Uncle Bill's".

He explained that his brother Tom and his Uncle Bill had both passed away and he always drank "their drinks" in their memory.

He became a regular and always went through this ritual, until one day he stopped the barman after he'd poured only two whiskies.

"Only two?" the barman said, "what's happened?" The guy said, "Well, I'm married now. She's a wonderful woman but she's strongly against alcohol, so I've had to give up drinking."