Peckhamgatecrasher

Well done - beer brave is an awfully good thing! Only my opinion but: 1. I don't think you are obliged to consider your aunts and uncles in this, it is not their business. 2. I don't think your father needs to hear this at all but, 3. I think your brother has a right to know. One option is to wait until your father has died. The other is to swear your brother to secrecy - perhaps start by taking him to a pub and draw upon the circumstance to tell him what your mother said. Between the two of you, you need to decide whether to try and contact your sister, bearing in mind that she might feel rejected by your mother's sense of secrecy and shame. Not easy decisions at all and I wish you good luck. I expect there is some sort of organisation that would offer counselling and advice in this sort of situation - perhaps try looking online for such a thing. It seems Barnardos offers this service: making connections

Behind Wickes in Catford is the most amazing chandelier workshop (couldn't really call it a factory). Worth a call to see if you can have a tour. Wilkinson PLC.

Little Willy - The Sweet

Does The Chair possess a TARDIS?

Ha, ha. Brendan's a Liar, Liar Pants on Fire!

What a caddish thing to say! What Lady Gooner meant, but was too modest to say, is that because of her alluring charms, no man - whether under the influence or not - has been able to resist her.

I must be more ill than I thought. Am having pachydermal hallucinations.

There's absolutely nothing wrong with my bottom. Is there?

Ooh. Last time I was in the Coronet, you could still smoke in the back seats.

I totally agree with Brendan (on the other thread). Thankfully, at kids levels, they are still taught to admit to a fault, eg, if they kicked the ball out.

Oh, so it's not enough that I can't sleep, you have to make me cry too?

Not at all, legalbeagle, all welcome aboard.

That Tara Fitzgerald gets around a bit!

Would it put the mockers on Ireland if I sang 'Danny Boy'? Pretty well word perfect by now.

I'm terribly concerned about Brendan's Georgian piles.

I could offer a dashing white sergeant if that's any good, TBNHG? 3/4 - 4/4 who cares?

Chip butties.

Sounds intriguing, legalbeagle, can you find a link? Emotionally, I'm leaning towards Josef Locke cos my grandpappy was in the Palestinian Police Force too. But, still think ol' Bing has it at the mo. PS, don't buy a disgusting concotion called Scotsmac costing ?3 from Netto. A blend of British wine and whisky. Yuk, yuk, yuk. But it is 15% proof so this thread might get interesting!

I might try a scotch concotion tonight. Night Nurse would be like drinking Benedictine and I'd have to move to Burnley.

The hippies ate them.

Wow, it's true - horses can talk.

Alas, the red wine was to induce sleep. It failed. Two hours is the longest I've managed before a hacking cough wakes me up. I'm not ashamed of last night's thread - it's obviously due to hallucinatory effects of no sleep for a week. Right, off to check out Maestro Locke.

Happy Birthday LE

It's for pig flu purposes - beyond my control.

I think, Brum, Bing has it in the vocal stakes so far.