Peckhamgatecrasher

Truly, we are all flawed, Brendan.

As an antidote to Philip Roth I'm reading Mihir Bose's biography of Keith Miller, an Australian cricketer. This extract is from his period in England during 1942: Soon after he arrived in Bournemouth, he was invited one weekend to play for the RAAF at Dulwich. That Sunday afternoon a hit-and-run raider bombed a bar that was a particular Miller haunt. Had he not been playing cricket he would certainly have been there. Seven of his friends were killed. Who knew Dulwich was a prophylactic?

they can't pave over the diagonal path, it's used as a wicket in the summer.

Sorry, I'll move my pitch.

And will the phantom proctologist also be inviting the West Dulwichites?

Venus in blue jeans - Jimmy Clanton

Venus & Mars are alright tonight - Wings

Take cover SimonM. A certain little lady has been indulging in dead drops today. Don't walk over Waterloo Bridge if it threatens rain.

In the words of Hugh Grant, surreal but nice.

Didn't Terry Gilliam drink in The Clockhouse? Maybe they serve it there.

Is JB demonstrating keepieuppies?

Infamy!

Goody - I'm off to get me a Little Mermaid-themed cheese grater.

Is that anything like a fag hag? Mind boggles!

Tried to claim it, but the police station had no record of it happening!

What is Life? - George Harrison

Noooooooooooo. I love my kitchen tat.

Life is a minestrone - 10CC

You forgot to add MP looking like a lovely senorita.

Oh, I wish I knew the machine did that. Last spring I went to a cash point at Victoria Station. Someone had left ?200 in the slot. I hung around to see if any dippy person came back, but noone did. I gave it to a BT policeman who took my details. Some months later I 'phoned to see if it had been claimed (secretly wishing it hadn't and that I could have it) but they had no record of the incident. Motto 1: don't be honest (I don't really mean that, I think) Motto 2: always take the epaulette number of any copper you have dealings with.

I meant it in the hypothetic way, good sir *walks off muttering about eggs and grannies*

Life is just what you make it - Billy Preston

Don't rain on my romantic parade, Mr M.

Just heard Theo Paphitis (a man of consummate taste) say on the radio, that he has a sneaking suspicion that Woolies will survive in some form or other. Huzzah!

the doom continues