Peckhamgatecrasher

A winkle stall.

Maybe Boycott channelled his spirit.

I rather fancy one of these under my pint of beer: http://www.fabricandart.com/web_images/ribbons_trims/trims/crocheted_doily.jpg

Sorry David, use of "close vicinity" put me right off.

Have you been breakfasting on Mescaline?

Blue Suede Shoes - Carl Perkins

Ooh, I'm blushing. Sorry Sir Roger. (Was obviously thinking of Chris Brasher)

Nice to see Mr McKenzie acknowledge his 100 with restraint. A true gent.

Absolutely - did they clone the team overnight?

Is that why South Africans can't judge 22 yards?

Has the lingo changed so much when I wasn't looking? Surely a houseparty is when one goes to someone's house (usually in the country) for a weekend or longer? Otherwise a party is a party. In which case the party is truly alive, I attended one on Friday night.

I swear I'm going to kill someone with salmonella one day. Twenty mins per pound plus twenty mins is ridiculously easy to calculate for roasting a chook Similarly, one spoon of tea per person plus one for the pot is simple; or six oz of flour, six of butter, six of sugar and three eggs can make the fluffiest cakes (or 4/4/4/2 for a 7" tin). Why complicate it with metric? [And Roger Bannister would be turning in his grave!] [And "How many miles to Babylon?" would become 112.65380 kilometres! Not a very romantic measurement.]

No one's gonna take my pint from me. Radio London still gives temperature in farenheit and celsius and it's a pretty easy rough calculation anyway: double it and add 30. Last time I looked horses were still measured in hands and arks in cubits, an eminently manmade measure and still effective.

But logically, if we admit metric, Napoleon won after all.

Don't be ridiculous Crona - imperial of course!

Tired of waiting - Kinks

Well done Mr Prince (esp after a nasty bash to the box!]

Speak to Khan who works on the stall in the indoor market down Rye Lane (near Argos entrance). He's really helpful and will redirect you if necessary.

Well, the morning's just perked up. Who will be at the EDT?

Have to redress the balance slightly. I was in there this morning, slightly hungover, looking at a gap on the shelves where a rather good bargain on a bottle of wine was to be had. (Don't worry, it's for a gift, not an eyeopener, Annaj.) All my brain could compute was that this was the bottle I wanted and that it wasn't there. I turned round to ask for help, and the guy who had been stacking beer, came back round the corner sporting The One and presented it to me. Man is either a genius or a complete mindreader or just felt completely sorry for me. Anyhow, brilliant service which offsets the slightly quirky pricing.

bastard bugger bollocks [anagram of P L Harris]

My nerves are shattered. Three runs to go for Bell's 200 and they stop for a piddling raindrop.

Smashing innings by Broad, shame he didn't make his century.

The only other way is to become ordained and set up your own parish. You then have carte blanche among the tombstones.

Je suis une vagabonde.