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Could this be the answer to the bottles? http://www.flixxy.com/convert-plastic-to-oil.htm

If you go to this link you can see Lyndhurdt Grove over the years. Where the Car parking spaces are now was the road and the Balloon site on the other side of the road. http://maps.southwark.gov.uk/connect/southwark.jsp

During the War there was a Barrage Balloon sited on a open area on the right as you went up Lyndhurst Grove. In bad weather it was brought down to be tied to the metal rings in the ground. There were many frightening times that the balloon got caught by the strong wind an bounced arround hitting some of the nearby houses. There was a hut that the Balloon crew lived in, some were Women of the WAAFs, about eight in all. The Winch lorry had a round drum with cable wound onto it, and it came out to a pulley wheel set in the ground in the middle of the site then was tied to the balloon, the WAAFs untied the dozen securing ropes and the winch opperator gradually let the balloon rise, it looked like a silver fish but had three fins. If they got shot down the steel cable would drop causing serious injury and damage, the winch driver has a cage over him. I used to go to a house on the left facing the triangular site, where my older sisters boy friend lived.

I have done my research of the family tree back to Ireland and the Potato Famine when the ancestors moved to Southwark. I have noticed that my dad was born in 1884, that is 128 years ago, just think if he were still alive he would be one hundred and twenty six years old, I was born when he was 47 and my 81 years make 128. Good news my Zimmer passed it's MOT, just got a warning that the rubber feet were wearing thin, and the bell sounds a bit squeeky.

A Tipper lorry used to park over night in Lordship Lane, it contained all the bones and offal from the slaughter houses, it was to be melted down and made into jelly for a nearby factory, in the morning when the lorry had left leaving the outline of it in moving maggots. No Mum thanks, can I have Ice cream?

The train now waiting at E. Dulwich Station, platform one is waiting staff to walk from Lordship Lane Police Station, to answer questions why the train has not left. Or call between hours of: Opening hours 06:00-22:00.

from computedshorty Date: 20/03/2012 11:38 Ten orange bottles are sitting on the wall, a little nudge will make one accidently fall. On thing that is certain, absolutely sure, another one will take its place once more. Nine orange bottles, one is turning pink, we hope that no one chances a quick drink. I wonder where it came or where it?s made, looks more like the colour of Lucosade. Eight orange bottles, most contain a litre, one has been refilled, that makes a repeater. How can these bottles line up it?s fantastic, glad they are not made of glass, only plastic. Seven orange bottles, get a lot of attention, some of us see them going for our pension. One of them has now fallen on the ground, lucky it is plastic did not make a sound. Six orange bottles, all standing in a line, I am very pleased that the wall is not mine. Wonder if the sun will make them burst, better they go that way or quench a thirst. Five orange bottles, bursting to the top, think that anyone could overheat and pop. If they do explode, they will leave a stain, if weather changes wash away with the rain. Four orange bottles, now looking all forlorn, most have their labels missing or badly torn. I like the coloured caps, that close the top. cant say as I like the bottom shape a lot. Three orange bottles, is not so many now, sure that the number will increase some how. ?Mummy why are those bottles upon the wall ?? ?don't take any notice we will be late for school?. Two orange bottles, are sitting side by side. one feels self conscious and just wants to hide. Each tries to hide behind the other out of sight, they will never succeed try as they might. One orange bottle, thinks has lost his Human Rights, if the toilets were not removed, none suffer this plight. The rights we had have gone to spend a Penny, the right to do a human function? We have not any. Due to the last post I sent, the message was read over 500 time in twenty four hours. This has prompted a couple of Personal messages to me to give some light on the subject. This is one. Hi, I am writing a story on the orange liquid bottles that have been appearing around Dulwich for a piece in the Southwark News newspaper and would like to speak to you about your experience. The mystery surrounding the orange liquid is very intriguing and I'd like to speak to some residents who've seen it around and would like to get to the bottom of what it is. Could you call 0207 xxx xxx and ask for Reena and I'll call you back or could you let anyone else know who you think will be willing to talk to me about it. We go to press tomorrow morning so I'd really like to speak to somebody today. Regards. xxxxxx

I start at six in the morning as it takes me a long time and I dont go by road I go over the Peckham Rye Common, and come up from behind.

Would you expect your God Daughter to bring her own food? Or even pay for the cats food? Would you give her a bill for any of your food she had consumed? If you had daily milk delivered would you want two weeks milk in your fridge unused? If you are asking others if you should pay her, you are really asking for support why not to pay her. Why not settle on what she can expect beforehand. You want her to be happy and you want to be assured of her security whilst looking after your home alone. If she is not satisfied there will be no next time.

We will overcome! Ten orange bottles are sitting on the wall, a little nudge will make one accidently fall. On thing that is certain, absolutely sure, another one will take its place once more. Nine orange bottles, one is turning pink, we hope that no one chances a quick drink. I wonder where it came or where it?s made, looks more like the colour of Lucosade. Eight orange bottles, most contain a litre, one has been refilled, that makes a repeater. How can these bottles line up it?s fantastic, glad they are not made of glass, only plastic. Seven orange bottles, get a lot of attention, some of us see them going for our pension. One of them has now fallen on the ground, lucky it is plastic did not make a sound. Six orange bottles, all standing in a line, I am very pleased that the wall is not mine. Wonder if the sun will make them burst, better they go that way or quench a thirst. Five orange bottles, bursting to the top, think that anyone could overheat and pop. If they do explode, they will leave a stain, if weather changes wash away with the rain. Four orange bottles, now looking all forlorn, most have their labels missing or badly torn. I like the coloured caps, that close the top. cant say as I like the bottom shape a lot. Three orange bottles, is not so many now, sure that the number will increase some how. ?Mummy why are those bottles upon the wall ?? ?don't take any notice we will be late for school?. Two orange bottles, are sitting side by side. one feels self conscious and just wants to hide. Each tries to hide behind the other out of sight, they will never succeed try as they might. One orange bottle, thinks has lost his Human Rights, if the toilets were not removed, none suffer this plight. The rights we had have gone to spend a Penny, the right to do a human function? We have not any.

High Heels in 1939, or is it High Toes?

We used to get the 78 Bus to Petticoat Lane after looking at all the stalls we would get the bus back and stop off and watch him jumping up and down in a sack after being chained up and padlocked, after we would cross Tower Bridge and have a snack at the open cafe stall on the corner of Tooley Street.

England my England Goodbye to my England , So long my old friend Your days are numbered, being brought to an end To be Scottish, Irish or Welsh that's fine But don't say you're English, that's way out of line. The French and the Germans may call themselves such So may Norwegians, the Swedes and the Dutch You can say you are Russian or maybe a Dane But don't say you're English ever again. At Broadcasting House the word is taboo In Brussels it's scrapped, in Parliament too Even schools are affected. Staff do as they're told They must not teach children about England of old. Writers like Shakespeare, Milton and Shaw The pupils don't learn about them anymore How about Agincourt, Hastings , Arnhem or Mons? When England lost hosts of her very brave sons. We are not Europeans, how can we be? Europe is miles away, over the sea We're the English from England , let's all be proud Stand up and be counted - Shout it out loud! Let's tell our Government and Brussels too We're proud of our heritage and the Red, White and Blue Fly the flag of Saint George or the Union Jack Let the world know - WE WANT OUR ENGLAND BACK !!!!

The odd thing about driving here is the Gear Shift is on your left. as the sreering wheel is on the right hand side of the car, best way to find out where the gears are just listen to the crunching sound.

You picked a mickname that will cause some members to think that you are as we say: "A Ginger Beer" Either you are havinng us on a line or you really dont know what it means, So. Gingerbeer is a London-based virtual community for lesbian and bisexual women. It is a Cockney Rhyming slang. You could change to; Gooseberry Puddin' Try this link. http://www.cockneyrhymingslang.co.uk/slang/G Nice to see you on the Pistol and Shooter. I will give you a Pot of Glue So you are very Bat and Ball. And given a home to two Postman Pats.

Are you filling plastic bottles and getting rid of them around the streets?

Some thing to think about. Petrol Station ? ?We will serve petrol to customers in metal containers only? Church ? ?Don?t let your worries kill you. Let the minister help? On a carton of milk ? ?After opening, store upright? On paint-stripper heat-gun ? ?Do not use as a hair-dryer? A set of lights ? ?For indoor and outdoor use only? A butcher?s shop window ? ?Try our home made sausages. Once tasted you?ll never want another? Notes passed between doctors: ?The patient has no history of suicide? ?This patient is numb from the toes down? ?This lady has been unable to conceive, but I think you should be able to rectify that? ?At the moment her temperature is normal, but her husband says she is sometimes very hot in bed? A thought resulting from above ? Doesn't it worry you that doctors practice medicine? Statements on radio/TV etc: TV Newsreader - "This is was an unexpected surprise" Richard Whiteley ? ?I never do requests unless I?m asked to? Glen Hoddle ? ?In football you have to be able to handle the ball? Brian Johnson ? ?The bowler?s Holding. The batsman?s Willie? Murray Walker - "With half the race gone, there's still half to go" Some sayings: ?Life is what happens when you are making other plans? ?Charity begins at home ? and ends up in a foreign country? ?Two?s company, three is the result?

Buster has just sent a story message to you, as you might like to hear a bit more about him. New Shoes. Its Sunday and its bright but the sun don't shine into my stable till the afternoon, that?s because the sun rises in the East behind my stable, so I don't see it until today my day of rest, when I am here and I don't have to pull the cart. The Sun will only shine in for a while as the three story building with the Off Licence below on the facing corner will cast a shadow me in the shade again Mr Bignall is called Fred by all the people who know him, I think I will call him Fred as I have been here a year now, its not a bad place, but does get lonely at times that?s why I like seeing the other horses on the streets, I have got to know quite a few, as my eyes are covered by Blinkers I can only see to the front nothing beside me at all, It might have been better if I had been born with eyes in the front of my head. I have been fed and watered, two local boys came today to muck out my stable, Fred lets them pile all the straw and dung onto his wheel barrow, when they have put clean straw in then he lets them take the barrow, away they call on people who have a garden to sell their hard earned fertilizer for a few penny?s. Fred has been putting dubbing, that is a kind of grease on all my harness and leather leads, it don't make it shine just keeps it from drying hard and cracking and breaking, I like it when they have been done as any of them that come into contact with my body are soft and don't rub my hair off. ? Come on Buster we are going to get your new shoes.? Fred just ties a rope onto my nose and head, not the full harness that is used to pull the cart, some owners have to put it all on and use the cart as it had a brake to stop the horse, Fred knows that I don't need it and it saves taking it all off at the Furriers. I have to go to Jim the Furrier about every eight weeks as my steel horse shoes get worn out on the hard road, I remember one day a shoe came lose and was hanging off, Fred get a pair of long handled pincers and pulled it off, then folded a hessian sack under my foot and tied it with my foot tied inside, he took me to Jim who put a new shoe on. Today we are going to walk to the arches under Peckham railway track we have to go into Blehiem Road, here I am getting my new shoes. Fred has booked me to be done at ten o/clock, Jim backs onto the leg that the shoe has to be reshod, and brings it up between his legs holding it with his legs, he soon pulls of the old shoe, he has all my new horse shoes lined up near the Brazier he then puts a shoe into the glowing coals with his pincers, he puts it onto my hoof , it burns into my hard hoof making a good bed for the shoe, then he cools it in a bucket of water, puts ten dirty black nails in between his lips and put the shoe in place on my upturned hoof, the shoe has a lip on the front that fitting it in alignment is made easy. Ten large nails are hammered into my hoof some come out through the side, I don't mind that its if they go into my hoof and hit my two toes then I would become lame. One by one I get my new shoes fitted and any over grown parts rasped off. I stand there proud as a peacock with my nice new shoes. We pass up Ady?s Road near Goose Green Play ground, the children are on the swings and the slide, they come to the railing to look at me as they don't often see a horse without a cart. I feel like saying ? Look at my new shoes!? Back home in time for Fred to have his dinner, and me my feed, and rest I don't lie down just stand up and close my eyes. Funny how I don't fall over while I am asleep, I think that if I did lie down I would soon get very dirty, and that would make the nasty horse flies bite me and I would kick out not being able to have a good scratch. When Fred has had his dinner he fits me into the cart, off we go not far though just around to the Corn Chandlers a few shops down from the Crystal Palace Pub, here between the shops is an alley that leads to the tall building behind, we are backed up under the open hatch above. Mr Seymore throws a dozen bales of straw down and some bundles of Hay, then brings out from below some sacks of oats, Fred stacks it on the cart, pays Mr Seymore and off we go home to offload and store the things away. I have my harness taken off and lead to my stable, and look there is fresh hay in the feeding rack. Fred is off to the pub just time for a few as the pub shuts at three o/clock. I bet they are talking about that War, and me having to go there, I wonder if they have coal carts there? They might put me in a Milk cart, that would be easy work for me, pretty quiet place I imagine. Time for a snooze now, tomorrow is another busy day.

Sorry about the compact Tale it came straight from the horses mouth who unfortunatly does not understand paragraph breaks. Mr F. Bignall the brother would be dressed in a white coat but he remains in the office taking orders, only the Driver wears dark clothing complete with the cap and leather neck cover to stop the coal dust getting down his neck and his legs having ties just below the knee to stop the dust chafing his legs.

These shoes are as new and have had little use, they will be available when returned from the cobbler. They are designer shoes and cost ?75.99. Willing to sell for ?125. To cover the cost of new soles.

I am not too hoarse to speak. My owner is called mister Bignell, he is a coalman and I am Buster his cart horse. I am black with a few white bits, but at the end of the day I am all black, then I get washed down with a bucket of water, that?s back at my stable in Whatley Road corner of Ulverscroft Road. Don?t know why they keep saying I am measured by hands, I don't have hands so why cant it be by my Hoofs? Mister Bignall had got thirsty so he tied me up at the Drinking Trough outside the East Dulwich Hotel, I can now have a drink and as much as I like, my cart is still part loaded with one hundred weight sacks of Derby Brights, that is the best coal that I take to the houses, I know it costs a shilling because mister Bignall chalked it on the cart. He will come out to put my nosebag on in a moment I hope it has some oats in it, not just hay that breaks into chaff and gets up my nose and makes me sneeze. I wish that I could be tied up to a tree over on the Goose Green so I could eat some of that fresh grass. This place outside the East Dulwich Hotel is not very good for me as the tram track goes into Spurling Road then the Tram waits to return back the way it had come, there is a toilet entrance in the side wall of the Hotel where the Tram driver and Conductor dash off to. These tram tracks leading to three roads make it very hard for horses to pull a cart along the road as once our wheels get into the groove of the tracks, I cant get out it is up to Mister Bignell to guide the cart out, I slip a lot on the cobble stones set between the rails. Here comes the Milkman's horse his name is Ern, he stopped just for a quick drink, his driver popped in the toilet I don't think I would like the noise of all those glass bottles rattling in the metal crates. ?Hello Ern where are you going?? ? Back to Hindmans Road to get another lot of milk.? ?I see that Hearse is doing a funeral today, don?t know how those lovely Black horses put up with all those White feathers on their heads, I was talking to them the other day, do you know that they must not drop dung while they are at a funeral?? Mister Bignall has just come out of the pub, he has been reading the Newspaper that he must have picked up, I can see the headlines, Privately owned Horses to be taken for the Army, now fighting in World War One. ? Come on Buster it looks as if you aint gonna get much choice , its either the Army for you, or the Knackers Yard. On Television tonight Sunday 4th March at 8 P.m. Channel 4.

Budding Authors I have been thinking about those Authors that have actually put pen to paper and written a book, and are now accredited with their works. But how many of us try to write one, but never finish it, or it gets put aside as your time is taken up with the family or work commitments. I am sure that there are many part written Novels or Stories or just Memories that linger in your mind and just don't get finished. The thought that whatever you wrote might not be any good, that could deter you or even stop you writing any more all. There is a saying that everyone has at least one book inside them, its just getting it out. Not every writer wants to publish their work, for some it is just for the family or friends to have a look at. I wonder if any of you have a part or a Chapter of your writings? That you might like to put here in a message. I am sure that all the members would like to see your attempts, not to criticise but to see your style , and if the content holds the readers attention. Is anyone interested in writing anything? There must be a story line or subject. Could you write a little about E. Dulwich? There is a lot now about the Horses in the First War. Could you write something about that? Or indeed about the combination of both.

Mine knows less than me too, but I am a Geriatric Pensioner.

I dont use one I get the back ache. By the way lux aurea in obscuro. Your previous posts have been moved to another place. ED businesses, restaurants & trades.

Some time back I was told that I had won a prize , but have not heard again until today. here is the message. Dear Mr XXXXXXXX. I can confirm today: Mr XXXXXXXX, you?re defiantely the winner I?ve been looking for and I?m glad I found you. I was on my way to a meeting and was going to pop in to see my manager on the way past to give him a prize slip. I?d put the Prize slip in my jacket pocket but just as I got to his office my phone started to ring. So I forgot to leave the Prize slip with him. I left it in my pocket, and unfortunately, it ended in the washing machine. The name of the winner was partially erased? Only the number winning number is still completely visible! Luckily, thanks to our computer system, we know this number is yours, Mr XXXXXXXX, and that you?ve won! As proof , I attach a photo copy of your Prize Slip. Please accept my sincere apologies for this incident. I?m now eagerly awaiting your reply to send you your prize as soon as possible. Kind regards. Emma Robinson Emma Robinson. Prize Awards Department. I have replied. Mr P, xxxxxxxx xxx Lordship Lane E.Dulwich SE228HJ 24th February 2012. Dear Emma. Thank you so much for your letter explaining that had happened to my numbers to claim my winning cheque, I do hope that the ink did not permanently stain your jacket, if it has I would like to buy you a new one from your Catalogue, you can deduct the cost before sending the cheque. I have no close descendants so I have invited my friends from a website I belong to, for a celebration evening at a local Hotel. Can I hope for a quick response from you as they are getting a little anxious and enquire ? have I received my cheque yet ?. I also wonder but realise that these things do take time, as I am a little over 80 years of age so I live in hope that I will be able to spend all this money getting it so late in my life. I know that you are aware of the items I have purchased from your Catalogue all of these relating to being an aid for my infirmity. I have made a few bequests from my winnings to various charities in the hope that they will use the money to benefit their causes. I do hope that I have explained myself, as I am not too familiar with a computer, I have learned quite quickly considering I only started writing joined up writing since I arrived here a on the Banana Boat. I hope that you did not get disciplined for loosing my claim details, the management must have full trust in you capability. I await in anticipation for my long lost winning cheque, I will of course continue to place orders as I might be lucky enough to win again. Thank you for your communication informing me of the loss. I remain your loyal indebted customer. P Short.