Peckhamgatecrasher

Breast feeding in church during a communion service: at the altar rail I received one-handed and the darling priest blessed my baby, happily latched on, without batting an eyelid. Sundry cafes and restaurants. Auction room while walking about eyeing the lots. On a train, whipped out boob in discreet fashion under shawl but an exocet arc of milk travelled over the table onto the woman opposite. I was mortified but she was absolutely lovely about it.

Slim esel.

Bad form I say - Season doesn't start til the Glorious Twelfth.

and Rown?

Or more simply, you could pop to the Wildlife Centre in Marsden Road and pick up a hazel, beech, hawthorn, etc, sapling for ?1 and plant a hedge in your garden.

It has to be said: Bollocks!

Baden Baden

Mick Mac, are you really prepared to accept the Wrath of Moos?

balderdash

Bummer - I've just realised I could have been watching Peckham Finishing School.

Well strictly speaking, no. Peter Piper would probably be able to put you right.

Quite like it meself, but it was a repeat so I switched to the tennis.

The burghers of Bergen buggered Bognor while carrying bigger bergens.

Bognor?

RosieH: tsk, tsk, have you drunk as much as I?

Their serves are faster than the fastest West Indian bowler!

I've now consumed enough wine to admit something - I've never heard of him. It seems a whole swathe of the eighties passed me by.

that is amazing - it would have been stopped hours' ago for light if it were cricket.

Not sure what the etiquette is, but I hope they tip the ball boys and girls a huge whack!

I can't believe an English commentator just said they are off for a "bathroom break" - yuk!

Why? Even if you don't like the game you have to respect the sheer determination and physical effort.

Sorry to make this personal Jeremy, but you lose all class/non-class arguments by dint of your name. Now if your moniker were Gary ...

I'm finding myself pro-French, surprisingly - I think it's the reverse baseball cap and grunts that are pissing me off.

Sutton

Shit to the loo, my darling - Massed choirs of Ilkley Moor