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You could join the local version of the Jets and get involved in their activities.

Yup I do and he did sword swallowing and fire eating if I remember it rightly. Also used to love listening to Lord Soper at Speaker's Corner every Sunday - a shame cheap video wasn't around in his day - he was a wonderful man and a real fount of knowledge and inspiration.

Sadly London has up anchored from the rest of the country and given demogarphics,low interstes rates and QE rents and house prices are being pushed up to unaffordable and would have thought unsustainable levels. It is always the artists and bohemians who attracted by unfashionable and cheap areas are the spearhead for a vibrant,funky environment which is the foundation stone of gentrification. Not a lot you can do in a free market capatilist society except keep on doing your good work. Peckham Rye is the new East Dulwich and East Dulwich is the new Notting Hill and we're all going to the moon via Dalston.

Howard Beale: I don't have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad. It's a depression. Everybody's out of work or scared of losing their job. The dollar buys a nickel's worth, banks are going bust, shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter. Punks are running wild in the street and there's nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do, and there's no end to it. We know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat, and we sit watching our TV's while some local newscaster tells us that today we had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes, as if that's the way it's supposed to be. We know things are bad - worse than bad. They're crazy. It's like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don't go out anymore. We sit in the house, and slowly the world we are living in is getting smaller, and all we say is, 'Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel-belted radials and I won't say anything. Just leave us alone.' Well, I'm not gonna leave you alone. I want you to get mad! I don't want you to protest. I don't want you to riot - I don't want you to write to your congressman because I wouldn't know what to tell you to write. I don't know what to do about the depression and the inflation and the Russians and the crime in the street. All I know is that first you've got to get mad. You've got to say, 'I'm a HUMAN BEING, God damn it! My life has VALUE!' So I want you to get up now. I want all of you to get up out of your chairs. I want you to get up right now and go to the window. Open it, and stick your head out, and yell, 'I'M AS MAD AS HELL, AND I'M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!' I want you to get up right now, sit up, go to your windows, open them and stick your head out and yell - 'I'm as mad as hell and I'm not going to take this anymore!' Things have got to change. But first, you've gotta get mad!... You've got to say, 'I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not going to take this anymore!' Then we'll figure out what to do about the depression and the inflation and the oil crisis. But first get up out of your chairs, open the window, stick your head out, and yell, and say it: "I'M AS MAD AS HELL, AND I'M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!" Share this quote

Rise up this mornin', Smiled with the risin' sun, Three little birds Pitch by my doorstep Singin' sweet songs Of melodies pure and true, Sayin', "This is my message to you-ou-ou:" Singin': "Don't worry about a thing, worry about a thing, oh! Every little thing gonna be all right. Don't worry!" Singin': "Don't worry about a thing" - I won't worry! "'Cause every little thing gonna be all right." Singin': "Don't worry about a thing, 'Cause every little thing gonna be all right" - I won't worry! Singin': "Don't worry about a thing, 'Cause every little thing gonna be all right." Singin': "Don't worry about a thing, oh no! 'Cause every little thing gonna be all right!

It will have to go a long way to beat the cost benefit ratio of enjoyment v cost = with Lidl Beer at an inflation busting cost of 84p and mates for free http://www.bierclub.net/bilder_bier/842_2004-12-09_Grafenwalder_Premium_Pils.jpg?w=300&h=300

Brown water from my ring tra la la la la .......

Sorry it was the Mr Funnel as a chemistry teacher that got my suspicions going that this could be a hackneyed poster playing games with fictious tall tales. Will stand down with my sardonic remarks and hope somebody somewhere can help you on your quest for knowledge. http://images.wikia.com/muppet/images/0/05/Beaker.jpg

Memories ....

Mr Veejay - I hope you don't take this the wrong way but I suspect this might be a wind up of a clever and sophisticated variety - what does Mr Dick think about this ?

Fings aint wot they used to be - as Jeremy Paxman says "Why is this lying bastard lying to me?"

If Peckhma goes upmarket which is the next up and coming sh&thole to replace it ?

I would like to join but my ferrts advise me against it.

As qouted by a Buddhist monk of my acquaintance - Nothing.

My mum - god rest her soul - came down from Preston and slept out opposite Westminster Abeey to watch it at first hand with a friend. I imagine most people were royalists back then. On a related point I have a certain grudging repsect for the Royals - their kids serve in the arm forces and go and active service which is more than be said for our ele4cted PM's.

It's not a horror show more of an irritating inconvenience.

You are a dying breed I'm afraid - did you have a music teacher called Mr Oboe by any chance ?

Gang activity

Thanks for the erudition MM - sounds like a great night at RS 's.

Memories of those we leave behind..

http://www.nothingtoseehere.net/2006/10/the_lost_canals_of_peckham_lon.html

Love maybe in all its wonderful myriad forms ...

The creeping ennui of over indulgence and sleep - perchance to dream. FIN

Where is the knife Mr Mack ?

Baroque and Roll !