Peckhamgatecrasher

Don't think I'll be throwing down a gauntlet to MickMac today based on this: http://www.dailyrecord.co.uk/sport/football/football-news/who-win-celtic-v-rangers-8799729

Good article. Why does the word corruption float to the top of my mind? There is no doubt, more housing is needed, but why not let it grow organically out of the Millwall community hub? You just know that the new neighbours will be of the cock crowing-, church bell ringing-complaining variety. Is that too cynical for a Saturday morning?

*Bob*, I'm concerned about you. I feel obliged to offer you my tasting services to make sure your investments are sound.

"Join me and boycott M&S until they start putting their lorries where they're supposed to." I'm not sure that will work. I'm still running a one-woman campaign against Sky for nicking the cricket. Surprisingly, I don't seem to be affecting their business.

Giss a kiss then.

Wake up as in a King Arthur scenario?

Isn't a peal for a wedding? But I'm still here, so Trump hasn't got his finger on the button yet.

The bell at St John's, Goose Green has been tolling for two minutes. Does that mean we have only another two to go?

*takes white coat and plastic goggles out of kitchen drawer ...*

So why do I always add salt to make water boil faster?

Don't ever wander ...

Wall78's reply in For Sale section.

Ooh, RPC, have you read "The Admirable Crichton"? LADY BROCKLEHURST. Yes, I am. (Pointedly.) George, watch whether Crichton begins any of his answers to my questions with 'The fact is.' LORD BROCKLEHURST. Why? LADY BROCKLEHURST. Because that is usually the beginning of a lie.

Were the Moonies enticing kids with sweets?

Is it worth emailing local schools/colleges since it is the summer hols? Office/emails will probably be manned.

Sublime bacon sandwich: crusty white bread lashings of butter streaky bacon (unsmoked) cooked until crisp Dijon mustard on one slice Ketchup on the other Mug of coffee Cigarette

It sounds as though the Dogs Trust position needs you to have a current, manual licence, not your own vehicle. I'm sure they provide the van.

"... one room which you will not leave. Soothing music. Tomato soup, ten tins of. Mushroom soup, eight tins of, for consumption cold. Ice cream, vanilla, one large tub of. Magnesia, milk of, one bottle. Paracetamol, mouthwash, vitamins. Mineral water, Lucozade, pornography. One mattress. One bucket for urine, one for feces and one for vomitus. One television and one bottle of Valium, which I've already procured from my mother, who is, in her own domestic and socially acceptable way also an EDF addict. And now I'm ready. All I need is one final hit to soothe the pain while the Valium takes effect." Blimey, add a donkey and it's the Quiet room all over again.

Mea culpa: mine was a Reliant Supervan Mark III. ?15.

Soda crystals and boiling water. Repeat until clear.

Just announced on TMS that James Taylor is commentating on 20:20 match this evening. Such a lovely, positive chap - quite humbling. Carpe Diem!

Oooh. Enjoy tonight, Foxy. I shall cross my fingers while sipping my Sauvignon. Here's to a promotion!

Garden. Sauvignon. Louisa. *Bob* deshabille. Throw in TMS and I think I may have stumbled into Heaven.

Oh dear, it's Simon Amstell all over again. I adore Olivia Coleman but I gave up after three episodes. My sense of humour is too base. (I think puns are hilarious.)

Sorry, the pedant's curse.