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Just wish to him well Narnia, and to you in the hope that you don't fret too much. He'll do daft shit, drink too much, run out of money really quickly and only come home when he needs his washing done. But that's what it's all about eh? Other than that I'd suggest he remembers to call you at least once a week just to chat. Amazing how that makes you feel as a parent.

dita-on-tees Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > The tiny little things thread is about irrational > hatred. Women do very little irrationally, it just > seems that way..... > > Cider is stronger isnt it. I hate that wine is > wonderful stuff and I love it but it gets me > hammered after 2 glasses, makes me behave like a > complete t**t, makes me feel like a sexkitten but > as the night wears on makes me look like a cheap > leary Cougar drooling into my own > handbag/cleavage. Bah. There may be single blokes in Dulwich who would suggest that you say this like it's a bad thing.

Why does the first date have to be one that involves paying for a meal? This whole thread proves that it puts unfair pressure on the first meeting. It also shows that you can overthink things. Surely you should be more concerned about enjoying one-another's company than what paying or not paying says about you. Imagine if a guy said "Hey lets go have some fun" "A walk by the river, I'll bring some wine, you bring some food, we'll have a picnic." "We can just enjoy the great weather and get to know eachother a little bit, oh and don't forget your frisbee." Wouldn't that be easier than fretting about all the other stuff? Why not suggest it yourself? Otherwise the poor sod isn't just meeting you but he may as well have all your friends there (who are all giving advice based on their experiences/prejudices) marking him out of ten. Plus you will be all tense and stressy and not fun and frivolous. Next thing, if it goes well we can play the "should I call him/text/make him wait?" or worse, "He's not called/texted/did he like me/is he playing hard to get/my friends say he's a b*stard" game. Just my penn'orth. But hope he's charming, witty, attentive, is drop dead gorgeous, adores you and makes you tingle with excitement at the very thought of him so you aren't worried about who pays for what. P.S. If it's a disaster watch: "The Ugly Truth" on DVD as you tuck into a post-traumatic Haagen Das. For three reasons: 1. It's got Gerard Butler in it, 2. It will make you laugh, and 3. It tell you more about blokes' dating psyche than any friend can. Good luck.

DJKillaQueen Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Yeah but it is unfair because it requires that to > own a car you must own land too if you need to > store it. So the rich can keep their cars SORNED > and those on the breadline can go do themselves. > As long as the car isn't driven what harm is it > doing to be parked outside someone's home? My point entirely DJKQ. If the vehicle is not driven on the road and is clearly not abandoned then it's a bit harsh to insist someone sells it.

> Therefore it shouldn't have been on a road!! > Surely the fact that it was on a SORN means that > you signed something to the effect of 'I declare > that this vehicle is not on a public highway' etc > etc. But you continued to keep on a public > road..... > > A few years back, I had an abandoned car parked > for MONTHS outside my house - it had the grass > growing under it, moss on roof etc etc, but I was > told that as the vehicle was taxed there was > nothing anyone could do. After waiting for the tax > to expire, I was then told by the DVLA that > although the tax was invalid, the owner had been > in contact with them and they had made an > exception! So it appears there are ways, if in > dire circumstances, that you can get leniency. So > there is no excuse for simply not bothering to > renew your tax disc. As someone else said, if you > can't afford the tax, sell the car. The quality of mercy is not spared eh? When I declared it SORN it was parked on a private driveway however I had to move it as my landlord needed to use the driveway for access as he was renovating the cellar. It was then parked on an unclaimed road (not a through road) immediately adjacent to my flat and not an inconvenience to anyone. Apologies if you find that shocking but I was saving up the cash to have it repaired as it needed a specialist sports car garage to work on it so that it would pass it's MOT in order to tax it. As a responsible law-abiding citizen I declared it SORN. Your user name implies that you would simply dip into spouse's bank account to have such trivialities resolved. Sadly I was not in the position to do that and had to continue working in my management job and marshall my resources to save losing a lot of money if I had sold the car in that condition. We aren't all as fortunate as you ladywotlunches, some of us have to earn a living. I don't often get enraged by the pomposity of people on the internet but in your case I shall make an exception.

Are the vehicles in question clearly abandoned? Is there conclusive evidence that they being driven? If so, then they should be dealt with properly. However, before we get all high and mighty is it conceivable that that owner/s cannot afford to have the vehicle/s taxed/repaired due to the recession? Perhaps they can't declare it SORN as it is on a public highway, perhaps they live in a flat and for whatever reason it cannot be kept on private land? Each individual circumstance is exactly that, an individual circumstance. In the past whilst living in Yorkshire I owned a vehicle that was on a SORN. It had to be moved on a lowloader and taken to a relatives house to be stored at great expense because it was on an unclaimed road (opposite my flat) and as such was illegally parked even though it was not an inconvenience to anyone. At the time I simply could not afford to have it repaired and made road worthy. It was insured, it wasn't driven illegally, but the tax disk was out of date. I was not in a position to get it through its MOT. A "Concerned" neighbour reported it as abandoned even though I used to go and wash the damned thing twice a month. Had they asked I'd have explained the situation. What actually happened was adding insult to injury. Whilst abandoned vehicles are a nuisance and should be removed, in this instance we don't know the full facts. Everything else in this thread may well be factually correct but frankly is banging our gums.

So, having offended the OP, by way of repenting and sticking to the original topic:- 1. Do try to budget and find out where you can buy things more cheaply than in supermarkets, try the local markets, butchers, fishmongers etc. 2. Learn to cook simple nourishing food so that you don't waste money on takeaways. 3. Learn how not to waste anything in your fridge. Freeze your leftovers. You can make a meal of them later. 4. Don't blow all your money in the first couple of weeks. 5. Freshers week is fun but dont try to join ALL the clubs/go to ALL the parties/drink ALL the alcohol. 6. Accept that you will meet people who have very different approaches to life than you. People who won't clear away their detritus for 6 weeks and genuinely don't understand why you get stressed that there are no clean plates in the house and the fridge is full of penicillin. 7. Also accept that part of moving away from home is that you might at times feel homesick and lonely. Set your own agenda and stick to it. Don't let yourself be swayed if friends want you to go out and you feel tired, you won't become unpopular just because you don't fancy going on the razz all the time. 8. Enjoy the opportunity to make new friends some of which may well still be friends into old age but DO keep your old friends as part of your social circle. 9. Don't forget to talk to your parents about things that bother you. You are never too old to ask for their advice. They are still your parents and still have worthwhile things to say. Don't forget to share your triumphs with them as well. 10. Play hard but work harder. 11. Don't sweat it if you don't always excel, accept it, learn from it, move forward. Being rejected is not failure. Failure is giving up. 12. Be kind to people, a smile and pleasant demeanour are as important as being succesful or academic. 13. If you do your very best, nobody can criticise you. Only YOU know if you truly did do your very best. 14. Enjoy it. It's probably the last time in your life you can be relatively carefree before the crushing weight of career, relationships, mortgage, debts, responsibilities and rearing your own children rears up and bites you in the ass and you start looking back and wondering where the hell the last 30 years suddenly went. 15. Most importantly, don't post anything with a hint of irony in internet forums, your sense of humour may well not be the same as other peoples. 16. Finally, if you give someone your word, keep it. For that is how people will judge you both then and for the rest of your days.

Going back to dim memories of college isn't there something to do with "The mere statement of price does not constitute an offer, merely an invitation to treat"? It's probably obvioius to anyone who travels on the top deck of a Clapham Omnibus. His Lordship may be better informed but he is certainly none the wiser...

Timebox? Like WTF? Do you salute it? Defrost it in your mental microwave? Is it an inside or outside timebox? Thought shower. Apparently brainstorm may be offensive to people with epilepsy. I'm sure they'd have a hissy fit if they heard it.

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Narnia Wrote: > > I was thinking more the tabloid headline when The > Belgrano was sunk. At the time, whilst a serving officer in the Army I felt that was a rather gratuitous and ill-conceived headline. Having lost several colleagues in the conflict, and a roommate who was badly burned at Bluff Cove, I still find it offensive. If only we hadn't tried to recapture the Malvinas for the glory of Argentina. ;-) just kidding. I was just out of Sandhurst at the time. Not joking about Bluff Cove though.

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Narnia Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Gotcha Please not the horror that was Noel's Houseparty

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legalbeagle Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Beejesus. As in "That scared the beejesus out of > me!" > > Cripes. > Yikes. > Zounds. > > ps Giggirl is right. Frock is a marvellous word, > used frequently. As in "posh frock". Lol Leaglebeagle sounds like an episode of Scoooobie Doo, in which vein Gotten and Pesky, "I'd have gotten away with it if it wasn't for those pesky kids"

Or indeed the English language....

Your chance to lament the execrable words or phrases that are creeping into the English languge. Starters for ten: Resource. Do you mean person? Init. I've got a job init. Oh sorry do you mean you are working in the Information Technology department? Text speak of any kind.

Ghettoblaster. Poppinjay. Scrote. As quoted in The Sweeney. Gay meaning light and frivolous. By Jiminy. Personnel. Groovy. Goughty. Floccinaucinihilipilification. Respect.

Having been brought up in Merseyside it is often to be preferred if they are unconscious. Saves you having to listen to the accent. RA, RA, RA watch out for dem bizzies... One is reminded of the joke about the girl from Liverpool who is knocked over and the ambulanceman needs to ensure she is not suffering from concussion. Holding up his left hand in front of her he says "How many fingers have I got up?","Foochinell" she says "I'm paralysed." I am allowed to say this as it is my native accent and if anyone has an issue with that I'll see you outside orright?

1. Learn to cook on a budget, shop at the local markets, learn how to make at least 3 meals from a chicken. 2 Learn how to make a really good punch for parties: Recipe as follows:- 2 bottles Whiskey, 2 bottles Vodka, 2 bottles Bacardi, 4 litres orange juice,4 litres red wine. Mix up in a dustbin. Top up with lots of lemonade. Soak various kinds of fruit in Polish Pure Spirit and sugar for 1 week prior to the party. Add fruit just before guests arrive. Ensure you give all the girls at the party liberal helpings of fruit and punch. Drink beer from a sealed can yourself. 3. Remember that you can only use a condom once. If it's past the sell by date you need to work on your chat up technique/see point No 2. 4. Don't ever allow yourself to fall asleep in a drunken stupor on the beach so that your friends write c*cksucker on your forehead with factor 40 sunscreen. 4. Do occasionally turn up for lectures having done some preparation. 5. Try not to telephone your parents only when you are either pissed, skint, in jail or handcuffed to a lamp post in Leeds City Centre. 6. Try not to post photographic evidence of drug use/law breaking/unfaithfulness on Facebook. 6. Come home after 3 years with at least a 2:1 or else you have wasted your time. This advice is for male students obviously. Please adjust points 2,3 and 4 to suite gender of student. For female students try not to make mummy and daddy grandparents without some sort of prior notice. They still think you are a princess and don't want any of those sex-mad, feckless, idle, spongeing gits (particularly the ones who use dubious means [see point No 2])touching their little precious.

Tattoes don't look good on birds. What might they have, maybe a snake around a pair of tits? Just a thought. I'll fetch me coat.

What ho' cheps. I say, I've just been told about the very latest must-have gadget. Apparently there is a device known as a Thermos flask. Whoever invented it must be a jolly clever blighter. Supposedly you fill it with a cooling libation to combat this damned heat and it keeps it suitably chilled until such time as you pour it into a glass and imbibe it, even the ice cubes remain. But here's the thing fellows: If you are about the country estate doing a spot of huntin' or fishin' later in the year and the Ghillie suggests a wee drop o' warming broth, you can use the self-same gizmo to keep the delicious potage warm and steaming. What I want to know is how the very devil does it know which is which? Fella who came up with the idea clearly must have an enormous amount of the old grey matter. He might be a frightful cove over dinner of course what with all that intellect, but dash it all, he should be congratulated on the very notion. I'm reliably informed that one can obtain these fantastical items in various colours and finishes including a splendid metal style which as we all know is terribly chichi at the moment, and, here's the good part for the huntin' scenario; a very fetching tartan motif. What say you we try to obtain some of these miraculous devices?

MrBen Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Gorrilaz 10pm - Lou Reed is supposed to be joining > them... Indeed they were and indeed he was, and demonstrated that he is the only man alive who can make Bob Dylan sound tuneful. As for his guitar playing....well he had a capo on to get him in the right key. Perhaps a little knowledge of the right notes might have been more important. Mind you, Damon, in spite of being a genius was pretty out of tune too as was Bobby Womack. Mick Jones and Paul Simenon dressed up as Sailors would surely make Joe Strummer turn in his grave. Quite interesting seeing what I think was The Fall's Mark E Smith reading the lyrics off a piece of paper. Snoop Dog was by far the most entertaining guest.

HonaloochieB Wrote: > > Oh dash it all to blazes CIAHTB, if I may address > you so informally. > > Hang it! I intend to stand in front of the > fireplace, haul up my slacks and talk to you like > a Dutch uncle. > By Jingo, you'll lsten too, ya young rip. > > Are you not familiar with the phrase 'Faint heart > never won fair maid'? It was spoken by some brainy > nib or other, whose name escapes me for the > nonce. > > You must haunt the 185 until you spot your > enamourata, then find a way of getting the seat > next to her (these are details, your initiative > will pay dividends here). > As she is preparing to get leave the bus, take > careful note of the page number of the book she is > reading. > As she places the bookmark and closes the tome, > quickly snatch it from its place, waggle it in > front of her and say 'I know your page, what say > we discuss this further over a cocktail'? > She may gasp at your boldness, but will at the > same time be drawn by it. > De-bus, and offer her your arm, you may wish to > place the bookmark behind your ear, but I leave > that to you entirely. > > To the nearest bar and the ordering of a brace of > Gibsons should be the work of but moments. > > From here on, COAHTB you are on your own, busk > it. > Though phrases such as 'I yearn for you', 'I have > a long felt want' and 'Crikey, when you tilt your > head that way, you don't half look like Keren out > of Bananarama' may do you some good. > > Anyway, bon chance. Genius, sheer Genius P.G.W would be proud.

Sat in his car seat at the age of about 2 and 1/2, with me in the back, his mum driving and my mother sat in the front seat my son noted that we'd just been cut up by another car. He piped up, "Is he a w@nker too mummy, like the man you shouted at yesterday?" Having lived all his life in Wakefield, West Yorkshire at the age of 4 he tried to converse with an American child at Disneyland Florida. Said child was wearing a baseball cap and dungarees, was chronically obese scoffing a huge burger and the offspring of what can only be described as God fearin' southern folk who believed in truth justice and the American way as administered by large hand guns. Several attempts to engage with the child failed. To which he loudly announced "Dad, this kid is stupid as well as fat and ugly." Tha' can allus tell a Yorkshireman, but tha' cannot tell 'im much.