Peckhamgatecrasher

To know him is to love him - The Teddy Bears

chaverim

I miss standing behind the goal. And football rattles.

closure (tangent)

brown sauce

I have heard or read in the last week that it will be harder for people to get planning permission to pave over the front garden willy nilly - porous material must be used. Can't remember source - sorry.

It sold overpriced baby/toddler clothes, ok for gifts but not everyday purchase. Too expensive and possibly just outside of the yummy mummy circuit. It was discussed on another thread if you want to do a search.

I've been told (in the dim and distant past) by several people (including an actor who worked with her) that I looked like Lisa Goddard but I don't agree.

The Osmonds

By the Waters of Babylon - Don McClean

cars

Oh dear, I seem to have gone in most places except for half the hairdressers, the slightly weird looking chemist/health/new age shop near Raylons, and the radio shop with the charming red & white fence, Inside 72, The Castle and The Vale and the Constitution Club and to date have only patronised one curry house (this will be amended). I have danced a quickstep with a leprechaun inside St Thomas More Hall. Honest.

Virgin seems to be flying more frequently and lower than ever, over my house at the mo. BA are lambikins in comparison.

Echo support for the Green Parade. Suits me fine.

The Green doesn't have a service road at the back.

Fight

Louisa - you turncoat. Jetting off to Rio - you are a closet middleclass tourist.

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*Breaks out the Diazapam for DM* Steady on the mother's ruin, darling DM - these may be more appropriate.

GG - your lairy shorts have nothing on MPs. I'm up for it please. Lifts as usual.

634 5789 - Ry Cooder

surreal

> Neat analysis - not sure why Little Dorrit is > poncey? Blackwood, June 1855 "Despite their descents into the lowest class, and their occasional flights into the less familiar ground of fashion, it is the air and breadth of middle-class respectability which fills the books of Mr. Dickens." Need a stewards on this;I was reading Lark Rise to Candleford this morning, which is a semi-autobiographical novel about the 1880/90s childhood & youthhood (?) of a poor, working class girl who says: "Laura took out the [library] ticket and, within a year, she had read and laughed and cried over the works of Charles Dickens, ... Modern writers who speak of the booklessness of the poor at that time must mean books as possessions; there were always books to borrow." So, does Mamoraman own his copy, or did he borrow it from the library?

In the same vein, there was a "George Davis is innocent" in the Old Kent Road last time I looked.

MP, I think you'll find that lettuce-looking object is the bloomers poking out from MP's lederhosen. Feel free to work on it with olive oil if you wish, but I could offer you a bowl of steaming chicken broth, laced with brandy, as a cure-all instead.