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The Mag does do pizzas, and they're quite nice ones too.

Fifteen executive shoeboxes. ;)

I use last.fm from time to time, but haven't really been bothering to scrobble stuff up lately. (What a stupid word that is, scrobble.) I'm frunt over there, if you want to rummage through what I was listening to a little while ago.

There do seem to be an awful lot of betting shops about. Plenty of Billy Hills for a start: by the station, on LL by chopsticksish, on Crytal Palace Road by the top of North Cross Road, on LL again up by the Plough... and probably some others I've not spotted yet. Then there's the place on LL (left side heading north) with the dodgy paintings of blokes in macs and hats talking to jockeys, and there's the Betfred place near the station... Phew.

Nice to know some chaps are still being chaps, what?

Nah, if it did it'd be the Coiander. Or perhaps the Coriande.

It'd take a lot of work to keep it up to date though.

*disappears, drink still in hand, by compressing self to a singularity and emerging simultaneously elsewhere* *leaves behind a faint smell a bit like a freshly blown-out candle*

Blimey.

The cocktails are much better value. They still cost a bit, but they're strong with a capital WHEE I'M ALL DRUNK HAHAHA LOOKIT MEEE! (If you see what I mean.)

Surely Uggs are deader than dead in fashion terms. Please?

I used to fear the beer-but-no-fags demon. But actually it's not a problem at all. It took a little getting used to, yes, but now it's fine. In fact, a smoke-free pub is much nicer when it comes to the morning after. Hangovers aren't quite as queasy, and clothes aren't quite so smelly. (Not that I want to come over as a sanctimonious ex-smoker. In the words of I-forget-which hip hop balladeers: I'm not preaching' to y'all, I'm just speakin' to y'all.)

*emerges from a point in time-space with a pop and resumes customary bodily proportions* *discovers own right hand to be occupied by something* *invesigates further and is relieved to find it is a chilled glass of white wine* *investigates further* *finds said investigation pleasant and relaxing* *continues*

Shocking suggestion! ;)

Mockney Piers is a fan, timtim. I've not tried it myself though.

Definitely not the Dog.

I agree. Only I'd put April in the thread title. ;)

I quite like a bit of Funky Munky now and then, and I had a great meal at Mozarella & Pommodoro a while back. Bar Story's good, but perhaps that's more Peckham than Camberwell...

Land registry perhaps? Don't know if that sort of info is publicly available.

I think the Relocation Kirsty Loveliness episode is a repeat from a while back, spadetownboy, so you missed her by quite a long time.

I'm not sure I'd recognise Daniel Beggingfield. (That's a real typo, btw, but I quite liked it so I left it.)

I only like ill-fitting and outrageously overpriced ones. If I ain't suffering it ain't fashion dahling. :))

Nothing for us blokes then?

*emits a quiet 'pfeh!' of mild derision* *organised wedding in just over four months* *smiles at memories of said day* *remains blissfully oblivious of hulking cranes and smog outside*

*opens one eye a mere fraction and observes brownies' progress* *closes eye and returns to musings on the perfect pasta bake*