Peckhamgatecrasher

You maybe right, TB. I was in my cups last night, so please excuse the vehemence.

Galileo!

Not Joseph. Not Odysseus - Penelope the Wise was extremely industrious.

Hey, you're still here and you have an adorable Moosling. You can't be that bad. PS: his taste in rubber ducks must be innate.

Everyone seems to be a bit coy around the actual birth. Push for all your worth. Once the parasite [sorry absolute darling] is out, it stops hurting. Take the first few pees in a bath while pressing down on your pudenda - stops feeling like you are being cut in half by a rusty saw. Get your friends and family to be on a rota to provide you with food for the first two weeks, or be extremely efficient and freeze a load of meals. Remind yourself you are very clever and consummate woman and enjoy!

No, Hb, no giblets for this character. PS: surley Peter Andre is made up?

I like shopping in Nunhead. Last Friday bought salmon fillets in Sopers and pork joint (which gave wonderful crackling) in butchers. Also purchased two huge marrow bones for dog for the princely sum of 50p. I now need to find recipes for said bones for my own consumption!

You non-scurvy knave!

The Beard, you are spouting a load of crap. My daughter knows one of the boys who has been injured. He's a local lad, and not in a gang.

PMT Quids?

No, but I like your train of thinking. Medea would give Louisa a run for her money!

There was a Winnie Mandela House next to the Kennedy's sausage factory. Southwark thought it politic to change the name after her penchant for rubber tyres.

Bones

Nice choice. The real Lily lived in Brockley for a while, and owned several racehorses!

It's gone quiet. Matt123 must be in the frame for taking a shot at the helicopter.

Shame on me, mixing up me Bible. I have a wife. She is lazy and vain. Like Gideon, I may have to lay a fleece.

Or is his name Ishmael?

Assuming Nineveh is a suburb of Edinburgh, Jonah.

Me. I'm too scared to open my door and go walkabout.

Davy Balfour

Look up "Lobby Lud"

And I claim my ...

Deleted. [must get out more an stop being sarcastic.]

Happy to section you Quids.

A couple of days ago, the dog I walk was divebombed half a dozen times by a crow. Thought nothing much of it, it was amusing to watch them having a go at each other. Today, I found the reason why. As we were walking in the same place, I came across a small group of crows with three youngsters. There were two big, burly crows posted each end of the path and the other adults were cajoling the young to peck in the grass. Much as I don't like crows, I found them very endearing to watch.