Keef

If I'm in the hood I"ll try to pop in to say hello...

flickr or snapfish are good. Facebook is okay, but the photos are really small so not great for family and friends to get prints. flickr will store full size photos.

Remember my sister nagging and nagging until my mum sent her to ballet.

I just think that if I was looking to buy a flat, it wouldn't be in a huge tower.

Jah Lush Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Who the feck would want to live in a tower block > in the Elephant & Castle? I mean really, it's a no > brainer. It's shit. Stupid people. They're out there, and rather worryingly, they're allowed to vote!

I think Lawrence was simply trying to highlight a point.

Like your style Lawrence.

Eyesore.

Our sling was the best thing we bought. Got it for a fiver via this forum. Has been invaluable.

We were given a graco teavel system, and it did fine. Since then, we've found 2 bargains in charity shops. I think it is obscene the money people spend on these things!

Agree. It's better than The Villager, but that's not hard. Both of them just sound like you're trying too hard.

Bing Bing, bubba, poo bag, thuggins.

I think it's pretty bloody weird!

We are two mariners, ships' sole survivors, In this belly of a whale Its ribs our ceiling beams, Its guts our carpeting, I guess we have some time to kill You may not remember me, I was a child of three, and you, a lad of eighteen But I remember you, and I will relate to you, how our histories interweave At the time you were a rake and a roustabout. Spending all your money on the whores and hounds Oh Ohhhhh You had a charming air all cheap and debonair, my widowed mother found so sweet And so she took you in, her sheets still warm with him, now filled with filth and foul disease As time wore on you proved a debt-ridden drunken mess. Leaving my mother, a poor consumptive wretch Oh Ohhhhh And then you disappeared, your gambling arrears, the only thing you left behind And then the magistrate reclaimed our small estate, and my poor mother lost her mind Then one day in spring my dear sweet mother died But before she did, I took her hand as she, dying, cried: Oh Ohhhhh "Find him, bind him Tie him to a pole and break His fingers to splinters Drag him to a hole until he Wakes up naked Clawing at the ceiling Of his grave *sigh*" It took me fifteen years, to swallow all my tears among the urchins in the street Until a priory took pity and hired me to keep their vestry nice and neat But never once in the employ of these holy men Did I ever once turn my mind from the thought of revenge Oh Ohhhhh One night I overheard the Prior exchanging words, with a penitent whaler from the sea The captain of his ship, who matched you toe to tip, was known for wanton cruelty The following day I shipped to sea with a privateer And in the whistle of the wind I could almost hear... Oh Ohhhhh "Find him, bind him Tie him to a pole and break His fingers to splinters Drag him to a hole until he Wakes up naked Clawing at the ceiling Of his grave "There is one thing I must say to you As you sail across the sea Always, your mother will watch over you As you avenge this wicked deed" And then that fateful night, we had you in our sight, after twenty months at sea Your starboard flank abeam, I was getting my muskets clean, when came this rumbling from beneath The ocean shook, the sky went black, and the captain quailed And before us grew the angry jaws of a giant whale Oh Ohhhhhhhhhh Ohhhhh Don't know how I survived, crew all was chewed alive, I must have slipped between his teeth But, O! What providence! What divine intelligence! That you should survive as well as me It gives my heart great joy to see your eyes fill with fear So lean in close, and I will whisper the last words you'll hear Ohh Ohhhhh

I feel your pain, I hate the bloody pips!

Now I'm falling asleep And she's calling a cab While he's having a smoke And she's taking a drag Now they're going to bed And my stomach is sick And it's all in my head But she's touching his chest, Now He takes off her dress, Now Let me go Teenage / young man angst in words!

Bloody hell, that's a 126 hour week! Why in the name of all that is good and holy, would anyone want to work that much!?!?!? How did he have time to even meet you, let alone actually making babies! Wow, I am genuinely gobsmacked at that.

Off topic, but just to say that if you post from a mobile phone or something like that, quite often you are not able to go down a line for a new paragraph.

I can't even imagine having 6! I'd like 2, Mrs Keef, 3 or 4, so we'll have to see. I absolutely adore my daughter, but not sure I'd say I "enjoy" being a parent, as it's a drag, and maybe I'm selfish. I sometimes think there is something wrong with me, as everyone else seems to think it's absolutely the best thing ever. That said, I guess it'll get more fun as she gets older, and it becomes more fun... Still though, the thought of having 6!!! :-S

By the way, I'm basically with *bob* (who should NEVER again be called *b*) on this.

m7post Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Hi Sean - > > What I'm in general 'for' in this instance is that > if I'm to vote it counts for something positive - > as oppose to just a tactic to promote or prevent > the least worst option within a system / Surely this is positive in a negative way... No?

I suspect Dom never expected anyone to take this seriously Cheer up folks.

He's actually the son of Batdog DM.

I'm definitely going to have a punt on one of those teams at 15s, any of them look worth a few quid...

I think he felt guilty. Not sure I thought it was a great film though, but anyway, we're heading off topic.