Peckhamgatecrasher

For the love of Ivy - Mamas & Papas

Que sera!

Bought six books there today (cos no Book Swap, Scor!!!). I've generally found St Christopher's not very helpful when taking stuff but Mind have never been a problem. I have to declare an interest in Mind, however, they are letting my daughter do her D. of Edinburgh volunteer section there, and have been so sweet and helpful to her. In the past, I've found the charity shop (can't remember which one) in the Blue at Bermondsey the most helpful. There is a car park at the back of it and they've taken in a whole carload of sacks with deep thanks. If you have a lot, most of the mainstream charities will send a van round if you call them. I'm sure you could Google for the numbers.

Wot, no slam dunking? You want a rally, go to Trafalgar Square;-)

True Love - Bing Crosby

Chav, manure is free from the Southern Railway Stables in Bermondsey - you have to take your own sacks. I think they charge for it at Dulwich stables. Make sure it is at least several months old and well rotted or it will scorch what you plant.

Bell bottom blues - Derek and the Dominoes

In Dulwich Village, Peckham Rose - only pub, you can't miss it.

Tired of waiting for you - the Kinks

Who shall we be voting for mayor?

To date, we've just tried to get it over the net. However, last night some bright spark suggested we should play proper points next week. Should be interesting!

Anyone who abolishes bendy buses will get my vote. I only voted for Ken the first time cos Labour said I couldn't! Suspect he got a massive sympathy vote, not sure he has kept it.

Not a poplar move, I fear.

Dear Michael, every Saturday I dream of fantasy lions.

Street Life - Randy Crawford [bowing out - peri-menopausal]

All right, my darlin' A change is gonna come - Sam Cooke [edited for brain blip]

Anyone for Mornington Crescent?

My boomerang won't come back - Rolf Harris

Don't sit under the apple tree - The Andrews Sisters

Blimey Jah, have a double, swiftly.

That's South Africans for you, Brendan!

Keef - don't worry, we're all pretty decrepit. Just come along and have some fun.

Pot roasted beef, Dijon mustard, tomato and basil sarnie. Yum.

Now children, how do you reconcile the above vitriol with Brendan's original statement: "Sitting in the sun all day drinking beer and applauding good sportsmanship no matter which side is winning?" Nah, it's Australians - as you were. [mine's a gin and tonic]

Oxford Town - Bob Dylan