mockney piers

* plops a brace of paracetamol into the nord bone flavoured schanpps * * spins, blue, bugger wet towel flavour * * glug * * yeeech * * feels better somehow *

I thought that this picture perfectly encapsulates britain today

I think it was more about sean saying james always brings it down to class, but actually it was yourself citizen.

Apparently your first year's contributions go to the chugging agency alone and only subsequent years will make it into the charity's coffers. They are obliged to tell you this but it seems they don't. Mind you 50% of anything given to the likes of the NSPCC goes on admin and advertising. That's not to say don't do it, NSPCC does very good things, it's just the way it is. If you want to make your money go further choose some highly targeted charity or just chuck it at a hospital. If only we paid more tax.....

funnily enough when Mrs Mockney and I took a walk through dulwich/sydenham woods the other day, I thought aloud that it's a great area for kids to grow up, especially with these woods. Mind cast back to making camps and dens and running around muddy ditches playing war (how unPC) and scuffing knees. Then I got terribly depressed to note that every child we saw was attached by some imaginary tether to within 6ft of an adult. I perked up a bit to see a couple of lunatic kids running around just before we left. Of course it could have been full of kids hiding in camps (possibly smoking dry cow parsley tubes) and I just didn't notice. I hope so! It did give me a moment of melancholy that the something went horribly wrong in the eighties at some point. Presumably swallows and amazons will be a historical text now will it? * i was free to play from about 4 onwards, and I consider myself middle class - just for the record you understand * * we also left our front door open, and though that stopped after my bike got nicked out of the garage, I've left my front door accidentally unlocked a number of times of late and so far nothing wrong *

How about a Benjy's? Cheap, more or less potable coffee and toast with marmite, served by surly east europeans. Surely not even the whingiest forumite could have cause for complaint there!? here you go madworld

Or maybe a gay piano shop?

Are we talking about Cleethorpes again?!?!

..OL

hmm NIG (Now I Geddit)?

btw WFP = Working From Pub

Well said that man. It all boils down to sour prescient grapes at the end of the next day. If the Blades bid is successful I shall be a whiny little turd forever more, complaining about what a bunch of whiny little turds Sheffield Utd / Charlton / Wigan / Fulham were. * points taken SimonM, edited accordingly*

Mayhap a judicious combination of d 2 ;-P

* pulls up pew next to citizen, sups on cold can * * eyes glaze over as body relaxes and tiredness of last 3 weeks washes over body * * enters trance like state *

I guess if the key was in the ignition and the engine then it would have been really stupid. I seem to recall this happening a couple of years back, and when the thieves realised they'd nicked a baby didn't they drop it all off somewhere with something of a scrawled apology?

I've read good reviews about that. Advance Wars DS is superb. Ostensibly cutesy things blasting each other, but actaully closer to chess once you take away all the animations. Top Stuff. Then really got few puzzle games for travelling.

God does everything have to boild down to class prejudice? sheesh. I think most people are making a point about the world of terror, and ignorance we live in, fostered and nursed by a ruthless gov't and a feral press, to quote my political hero TB, god rest his soul (in hell).

no, it's a bluetooth USB thing that you stick in your PC which allows DS players to play each other over t'internet from the comfort of their own homes.

Yeah, the girls were listening to it on the radio as Siobhan lives in Waterford, and it sounded very exciting. I prefer the hurling, I find the football a bit slower, though the level of skill is still pretty staggering.

I do, but it's been sitting in my drawer at work gathering dust for a long time, and I've no dongle. Perhaps a game down the EDT some time? What's your poison?

* thinks a librarians hard stare should suffice if it becomes necessary * * wanders off to the ask DM a question room to watch things unfold....

LOL err STS (so to speak)

Following the reduction of the East Dulwich Tavern then the Crystal Palace Tavern to their respective TLAs (three letter acronyms) EDT and CPT, I walked up Dog Kennel Hill home last night to see that the new flats have rechristened their whole hill DKH in eerie green lighting. Anybody anymore suggestions how we can get rid of all proper nouns in a newspeakish manner and communicate in nothing but bursts of acronymage? I'll kick off with GGR - Goose Green Roundabout - "I'll meet you outside the EDT on the GGR for a GnT"

To echo Keef, impressive. I go Bosch a mere 2 generations ago via maternal grandma. They left Hamburg in the wake of the starvation at the end of the great war following the blockade of by the royal navy, which could well have been served by family from glasgow of 3 generations back; how ironic. Some say it was the first instance of total war of the 20th century, and a moral precursor to Ukranian famine, Guernica, Blitz, Dresden et al. But I digress.

don't worry I'm sure you're right, 6 generations isn't actually all that far back.... mind you, three generations back and we're happily in the 19th century in my family, so six could easily be napoleonic wars or even american war of independence.