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Peckhamgatecrasher Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > If you don't want Annaj's and my offering, we'll > flounce off and have our own tea party. > > What the hell is Mr Mac's bessie - the mind is > truly boggling now. Oh, actually, bad news on the cake front. I have to work on the 18th and can't get anyone to swap with me (apparently "but the hopelessly disorganised, 8-man, cricket team from my local internet forum are playing against some people from the local press and I promised to bake cakes" doesn't impress when asking people to give up their weekend off!) Sorry :( Some slightly better news - I have managed to get a swap for the weekend that Keef's band is playing at the Plough (not that it has anything to do with this thread). I don't know, this pesky career does get in the way of a good social life.

Oh and don't forget to check in the laundry bin in case it slipped down into whatever you where wearing!

Hi Jaw I'm afraid I haven't seen you pendant, but just wanted to say I'm really sorry and good luck with finding it. I can imagine how you must feel, I lost one of the diamonds from my engangement ring once and was so upset. My sister very sensibly reminded me, as I sobbed on her shoulder, that however much sentimental value something has it is still just a symbol. Or as she put it "it's the ring that's broken, not the engangement!" I found mine inside a handbag, after a very careful search, and had it reset. So, I would advise an extremely careful search of your home, with a powerful torch to highlight dark corners (you know like they do on CSI), just in case you lost it inside. And remeber (to paraphrase my sensible sister) it's the pendant that's lost, not your marriage or the memories of your wedding day. Oh, and to defend Pongo, I do understand DM and find her funny, but I thought her trademark satire a little insensitive on this thread which is, after all, about someone losing something precious to them. ps. In case you're wondering, I do realise that my posts read a bit like I'm one of the people DM is parodying (and see the irony in that), but I'm not honestly!

The more I think about this the more depressed it's making me. I know, I know, it's all just a bit of fun and I shouldn't take myself to seriously, but it does make me feel a little, well, undervalued. Oh well.

snorky Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > The blog is a tongue in cheek pastiche.. right ? Hee hee On top form today snorky >:D<

Interesting. I've checked the list quite carefully and apparently I'm no longer regarded as a professional. Lucky I've got somewhere to live already! Annaj MBChB MCEM

I was a bit grumpy this morning maybe, but not that harsh I don't think. All I said in response to Seanmlow's inital post was that whether you see traffic wardens as "having a field day" or just getting on and doing what they're paid to do (ie their job) depends on your point of view. Hardly a snorky-esque rant.

I read the title of this thread as East Dulwich Cheese and was a bit disappointed when I opened it. I'm inclined to agree with *Bob* about use of the word in rental ads, but I think it can also mean more than that. Sometimes I'd say it's code for "we like to think of ourselves as a modern-day, South East London version of This Life."

*Heavy sigh* Yes, kford, that's right. Placing parking tickets on illegally parked vehicles is exactly the same as commiting horrifc acts of genocide. Not. Don't want the same responses? Don't start the same discussion. Oh and if there was humour in the first post, I certainly didn't see it.

Having a field day? Or, just doing their job. Depends how you look at it really.

Excellent. Votematch told me I should vote for exactly who I had decided I would vote for! Either it is extremely clever or I am. :))

And in a completely different style, I've always loved this by Miroslav Holub. As an angsty teenager I had it stuck up on my bedroom door. The Door Go and open the door. Maybe outside there's A tree, or a wood, A garden, Or a magic city. Go and open the door. Maybe a dog's rummaging. Maybe you'll see a face, Or an eye, Or the picture Of a picture. Go and open the door. If there's a fog It will clear. Go and open the door. even if there's only the darkness ticking, even if there's only the hollow wind, even if nothing is there, go and open the door. At least There'll be A draught.

I've always liked the metaphysicals myself. Here's one of John Donne's that I love and that bignumber5 might just recognise ;-) I wonder by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we loved? were we not wean'd till then? But suck'd on country pleasures, childishly? Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers' den? 'Twas so; but this, all pleasures fancies be; If ever any beauty I did see, Which I desired, and got, 'twas but a dream of thee. And now good-morrow to our waking souls, Which watch not one another out of fear; For love all love of other sights controls, And makes one little room an everywhere. Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone; Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown; Let us possess one world; each hath one, and is one. My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears, And true plain hearts do in the faces rest; Where can we find two better hemispheres Without sharp north, without declining west? Whatever dies, was not mix'd equally; If our two loves be one, or thou and I Love so alike that none can slacken, none can die.

Ooooo it's so cute. Gorgeous, but a smallish second bedroom, downstairs bathroom and nowhere to eat. I really can't see them getting 399 for it.

Oh, well in that case I was right the first time. Shame on you for forcing me to post words like flaccid! :-$

What song? Oh dear, have I just been spectacularly naive and/or completely missed the point? There is only one other interpretation I can think of - "a semi" is also what a man has when half way from flaccid to erect. Given the correct stimulation, that could happen anywhere including by the sea! Edited, because falccid is not, in fact, a real word!

Ahhhh. Clever Brendan. A post typed all in white.

Brendan, a semi-detached (ie in physical contact with another home on only one side) home on the coast I would imagine. Not nearly as mysterious as the other questions on here if you don't mind me saying so.

Sean, no the eagle landing was not the end. I was faintly embarrassed to admit this before (I realise posting a dream on a public forum would already have crosed the humiliation boundry for most people, but for some reason it was this part that made me feel silly), but after the eagle landed and circled the car it stopped in front of the car and stopped me from pulling away from traffic lights. The cars behind me started to beep and I got all flustered! Then the eagle and London disappeared and I was driving in the country, to a farm, where an old lady said she remembered me from years before when I was a baby. There, release your inner psycholigist. What do you make of that?

Ok, as much as I hate to agree with ???? even a little bit, I'm not normally a big fan of dream stories, but I thought I'd share this. Last night I dreamt I was driving through central London when a huge (as tall as me), grey eagle started slowly circling my car and finally landed next to me. The reason it stood out is that my dreams are not normally very symbolic, they're normally quite literal and to do with whatever I've done that day. For example, after catching up with the forum before bed the day before I dreamt about much maligned, East Dulwich doctors getting together to stage a millitary uprising (thus exposing their partisan underbelly you see) And needless to say, I did not encounter a giant eagle yesterday. Anyway, there's a quick insight into my psychological underbelly to go with your morning coffee. What do you think?

Da Nino, Letojanni, Sicily. Two doors down from the apartment where we spent our honeymoon. We watched the fishing boat come in while we had breakfast on our balcony and ate whatever they'd caught that evening. Also, a lovely sommelier, who was really a budding actor between jobs, who guided us through Sicilian wine (dangerous territory for an amateur) and entertained us. Happy, happy memories... :)) http://www.danino.it/contents/aboutus.php?lg=en&PHPSESSID=d9cc4da1cdaa8e171822961b5ec97118

Tempting, but ground floor office.

Ggrrrrrr. I am so fed up with having an office right next to the corner by the bins where everyone goes to smoke and gossip (classy) even though smoking is banned on the whole site. And having centrally controlled heating, so I have to have the window open and the smoke drifting in or I'll boil. My hair stinks, my clothes stink, I feel sick and it's pissing me off.

*narrows eyes* *smiles enigmatically*

SeanMacGabhann Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > I hope Admin is watching and learning - quite a > good moderator in the making here. And she has > plenty of spare time.... And a heart of pure evil don't forget Sean. Be careful.