Dulwich_ Park_ Fairy

If you've ever had rats, believe me you lie in bed praying that they die that way Are these local gangs? Best not to get involved, even the young ones are carrying shivs and shanks, and sometimes even knives.

Yeah, but at least there's a chance they might have it,

Yeah lovely owner, good location but not enough space to make it a great bookshop. Also, its hard to be a small shop selling kids books because so much of your stock get trashed unless you become Chener-esque nazis, and then nobody with children will visit which kind of defeats the point. A Waterstones is what we need (takes cover), seriously.

Such is the price of petrol these days I think we'll end up syphoning it out of our cars every night, and sticking it in a safe.

I would, without any hesitation whatsoever. I might also consider calling them "Moules Mariniere Wogs" but I think that may be the Belgians, I'm not too sure.

I was dismayed a couple of years ago to find that the fish goujons looked, and, tasted suspiciously like cheap fish fingers. The don't keep the Becks very well either.

Its a vicious circle, I can't afford not to drink anymore. For the record, I was joking earlier on the thread...

Quite, he sounds like the worst type of orange juice drinking, salad muncher imaginable. Without meaning to be too offensive, we're better off without his type in our pubs. Back in the day he'd have been lucky just losing ?3.20 if he ordered that at the EDT.

Their beer prices are very strange indeed.

With all those bull terriers, it could get messy.

Yeah, Magdala is showing it and doing a breakfast. Don't think you need tickets.

There's nothing harmless about this bloke, he's a nuisance and he's getting more and more anti-social by the month.

Who are these people? I'm not sure if I've ever come across them.

Thats just not true. Mine happens to be very sensitive, it cried all the way through Steel Magnolias. It was so bad that I wouldn't even let it watch Beaches.

SpadeTown Thats basically an admission that you have a small cock.

I don't think she's a fake persona because she transgresses the line of common decency on occassion. Such as when that child-abductor was on the loose and when she questioned the honesty of the account of that mum whose little girl got attacked by the dog. Most of the time she is just plain laughable though.

You don't though, I find you hilarious.

6. Victorian London (circa 1840)

But that only appeals to the middle-class scum and their spoilt offspring. Real People are only interested in cheap food, cheap beer, and (of course) battered sausages. That way they can afford to get away from the decrepid dump that is London in general, and East Dulwich in particular, and go on lots of really nice holidays.

It is fun to see Louisa get made a complete fool of, only to then award herself a unanimous victory.

Louisa it was you who made the "insane remarks" about battered sausages on the Sea Cow thread I am merely repeating them for the benefit of others and you obviously knew exactly what I was referring so why the fake ignorance? Embarrassed maybe?

Your ranting is becoming so over the top that you are forgetting previous rants. You have made a statement that East Dulwich has gone to hell in a handcart/been ruined for Real People because the Sea Cow doesn't serve battered sausages. In your book this was a very deliberate effort to exclude Real People from eating on Lordship Lane.

Why would they want your phone?

I said closer to Bromley, somewhere like Catford maybe. And you're the one who makes absurd statements about what the working classes (aka real people) want to eat, I think battered sausages topped your list. You know, sensible sausages for sensible people.

I don't want to get into a dick-waving contest but I'm pretty sure that I can out working-class you Louisa. Probably because of this I tend to appereciate the finer things in life and certainly wouldn't want my kids to eat the kind of junk that I was brought up on, the kind of food you probably think "real" people should eat. I'm truly sorry that your arcadia of grim food, grotty pubs, and dodgy markets has been replaced by things not to your particular liking, and that the area has been invaded by people who earn more money than you. You could always move closer to Bromley though.