Peckhamgatecrasher

I would recommend a slow stew served with game chips.

Oh, HonB, my heart is yours again. Are you sure about Leona Lewis though? And don't you think 'bollocks' is far meatier?

My friend used to work for Springboard, and yes, the work they do is v. good, and the staff are extremely caring and passionate. It is frightening how illiteracy* is still rife. Interestingly, an article I read on women's prisons recently (MoS I have to confess) suggested a link between illiteracy and custodial sentences. * not sure that's a real word!

Tush boys, Peckham drinks a good pint would be more accurate.

Raid Mike P's balcony.

Another tipsy post deleted in the cold light of day.

To be slightly serious, following the above, my immediate thought was that I wouldn't define British culture but break it down into countries, eg, England, Scotland.

Lucky Lips - St Cliff Richard

I reckon Sean's just been kidding us all: http://www.rediff.com/cricket/2002/jan/21mike1.jpg

Dearest Brendan, I think you'll find the shed is at Chelsea. Those lowly east londoners have a chicken run.

What sobering news. Next thing you know, children will be blowing bubbles.

Are you the bugle boy of company B, HonB?

That'll be two guineas then please, Wardy.

Aside to Strawbs: I have two sets of woods so when the sun next shines we can sneak onto the green at Peckham Rye if you fancy. ATCitEd: always makes me chuckle.

Not sure, but friend's dad has a glass of red wine every evening which apparently helps his cholestrol!

Peniston, Yorkshire

My friend's father in his late fifties completely reversed his diabetes through diet and walking - he lost four stone.

Wonderful tales Wardy. I can just about remember the rag & bone man from my childhood, though he had a flat back truck rather than a horse and cart. Weren't the bones used for glue? The muffin bakery was at the top of Gordon Road in Nunhead just by the Salvation Army building. My gran used to tell me tales of pea soupers in the fifties. Apparently she had to walk in front of grandad's chimney sweep van directing him because visibility was so bad.

To Moos: Your @#$%& cat was last seen at 3 am two mornings ago hurling itself at the cat flap and terrorising my kittens! To Sean: Do you have a recipe for orange sauce?

May your hair of the dog be happy and week long.

Oh *Bob* - I wish you hadn't told me, I'm terrible at keeping secrets.

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Darlinks, I can never haff enough pretty baubles.

...don't walk into a supermarket wearing plus fours.