Happy memories of Dogbolter about 16 yrs ago. Don't remember a balcony, just a choo choo that scurried round the top of the pub. Surely even if Mrs BN5 is at work, it's close enough to bunk off to? [apparently closes at 11pm]
It all sounds redolent of the good ol' days when gentlemen of the road made mysterious marks on doors to indicate whether the householder was an easy touch or not. Or was that Gandalf and Bilbo?
Quite frankly, anyone who uses DEC phones or a microwave or a mobile phone in their home is a complete hypocrite if they won't allow a mobile mast nearby. Goodwill to all men!
Got post this morning which is a Christmas miracle since it doesn't usually come before 3pm these days. Also included a new Oyster card which was only reported as malfunctioning yesterday.
MM - perhaps you need to change your user name to John McNab. I challenge you to bag an artisan loaf, a whole salmon (fresh or smoked)and a bottle of Prosecco without being caught. Obviously you have to declare your intent to the chosen establishment and return the goods.
If LuvPeckham's body has 8 pints of blood and he slits his wrists horizontally, how long will he take to expire versus if he slits both wrists vertically and sits in a warm bath (while pondering on Archimedes)?
Aren't seaweed wraps meant to make you lose a few inches instantly? I think they work until you drink something and the natural weight resumes. If you had one on Thursday afternoon you could get into your dress. Just don't drink champagne or you'll turn into Cinderella.
I think you'll find that righteousness will out. Meet Sir P at dawn tomorrow and my honour and exquisiteness will be proved. [Oi, Sir P, set yer bleedin' alarm clock]