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They've opened up the windows on the side which looks lovely. I haven't the heart to tell them how often footballs go over that wall - imagine slurping on your soup when a dirty great football lands on your table, followed up by some urchin scrabbling over the wall to reclaim it!

Following the birth of my daughter, I was having a cigarette on the 8th floor of Kings (those were the days) at night, looking over the lights of London. I'm sure post-birth euphoria had a lot to do with it, but the vista just encapsulated endless possibilities and life stretching ahead. I had a dream ..

Bwyan? He's not the mayor, he's just a very naughty boy.

Coffee and croissants??! I would have voted for whoever dreamt up that one!

Just done my civic duty. Does it strike anyone else how ridiculous it is to be asked to state one's name and address? Surely a thief could memorise the polling card pretty easily. Also, I don't have a lot of confidence in placing my ballot papers in a cardboard box. How tamper proof are they?

Don't be silly kirstmac1 - they're men, of course they want your cakes. I was just having a drama queen moment.

Back in the USSR - Beatles

Only if you have a full bladder with bells on.

I'll be your long-haired lover from Liverpool - Jimmy Osmond

Because (!) it's something to do with the conjunction of the stars.

Keef, why did you have to expose the smoker's emotional crutch? Best excuse for shyness/boredom I've ever come across yet: "need a cigarette, excuse me"

I think I will just weep and top myself.

Down among the dead men?

This war poem by James Love who served in the Falklands, always gets me: Until Until you have had the ground beneath your feet disappear. Seen the sky turn black and shower you with molten metal fragments. You'll never know how precious the morning can be for men at war. I pray you never have to share the moment.

Here's a flounce for you, Brendan. Should look good at the crease and historically gave rise to overarm bowling! http://www.koshka-the-cat.com/queen/1873/queen4.jpg

I have several swastikas on some old Rudyard Kipling books (that are set in India). It used to freak me too until I learned of its origin.

If you don't want Annaj's and my offering, we'll flounce off and have our own tea party. What the hell is Mr Mac's bessie - the mind is truly boggling now.

Need to rant. Got an access card at East Dulwich baths yesterday. Specified that I needed it for badminton at Waverley. Four staff members and two phone calls later, I was assured it was valid. Just rang Waverly to book court only to be told it wasn't. Can't afford to join there at the mo so can't book court. GRR. Extra rant: I signed up online yesterday only to be unable to book court because their website is incompetent. I am waiting to hear from my complaint email. Double GRR.

Wheel that's alright then.

Och, awhey with you SteveT.

If the measure of a fan's support is that he sticks with a crap team for donkey's years, I beat you all hands down! (And me Grandda tried out for Millwall in the 30s). So ner.

Blessed are the cheesemakers

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I had postal vote a couple of years ago. The ballot paper never turned up so I went to the polling station and was not allowed to vote because I should have received it through the post! Switched back pretty quickly, besides, I like to take my daughter along to the polling station - I think it's important to expose children to the procedure and it's always an excuse for a quick history lesson (Madam Pankhurst I salute you).

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