Peckhamgatecrasher

I'll be making cheese scones for the tea!

Are you sure you mean Michael Pienaar, a Namibian footballer, or do you mean John Pienaar, the political correspondent? The latter's sister is the headmistress of Prendergast School in Hilly Fields, Brockley, so it is quite conceivable that he would be in the area.

shucks

troglodyte

Nineteenth nervous breakdown - Rolling Stones

Can't wait to meet the robust tradesmen. Throw me in DM.

I've heard the rumour that Goose Green is on top of a plague pit, but I don't know how true this is.

yup the restaurant that's currently boarded up.

just had a thought Asset. BP is probably at w.watchers so won't be at home. Would it be a real pain to meet us by The Green on east dulwich road cos that is near where her club is and I live?

cool thanks. better get changed

I love trivia - did you know that Hallelluiah/jah, etc, is the only truly universal word and means the same in each language?

If you must be coarse, at least spell menstruating correctly!! Pedants unite. Where are you Asset?

The line I've found most successful with annoying kids is to put on my 'look ill' face and murmur that I have a rotten hangover and would they mind turning it down. Worked so far!

You could polish a suit of armour. It might look quite pretty in my banqueting hall.

I just hate it when someone spells screech incorrectly!

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Suicide (pause while I hum the Mash theme tune) is killing, so not an option for me, which as a depressive, is a bit of a bummer.

Would somebody pls save me the hassle of listening to a boring man boringly give a budget. Just the things that will affect me will do: petrol, booze, fags. What's the low down?

nic

No Chelthenham today, and I've got fags, so here goes. I do think that life is sacrosanct and God-given and hold as a basic premise that I have no right to take life away from anyone (why doesn't she give up smoking, I hear you cry? For another post). I appreciate that many of you will think this is bollocks and that's cool, these are my ramblings. Apart from that I also think that we have to protect the weaker members of society, something Moos touched on. Unless there is a central law that forbids taking life, I think that sometimes the decision to end someone's life, even from the best of motives, could be abused. I also think that at some point, life does have to end and we need to embrace that and help the passage with dignity, not cling to it. I saw this with my aunt who tried every hocus pocus cure for cancer under the sun to no avail. I have also witnessed a very brave man who died a couple of years ago, after discussion with his family, who decided to end the invasive radiation/chemotherapy that had little chance of success who died with joy and peace. I appreciate that if one has a faith, it is easier to make this choice. I also agree with annaj that resucitation for resucitation's sake is not good. My aunt, who lived in America so I think we'll risk the prosecution angle, eventually died at home with accelerated morphine doses. The doctor hinted to my grandmother, mother and uncle what dose would be too much. They chose to take this route because they couldn't bear to see her struggle and they have to live with the consequence of that choice. It wasn't taken lightly and they did it out of love, but I do think it was the wrong decision. I believe the hospice movement was created to help people die with dignity and good palliative care - not to hasten death, but to make the patient as comfortable as possible and in the case of Marie Curie nurses, this takes place at home. I would favour this route over actively killing someone. I now have no idea how to end this post but I will try and make sense if anyone wants to ask anything.

I miss it too. It was always wonderful when commentators at the Oval, well, commentated on it.

No Cheltenham today, it will have to be Richard & Judy.

Asset, could BP and I come with you please?

Youngish looking but is probably late forties. About 5'5", dark brown, good complexion, a little plump, wearing a hat.

Darling Chav, after a bottle of wine, how would I know?