Peckhamgatecrasher

I humble myself before your greater knowledge - blame it on that fascist organisation the Girl Guides.

BM - sorry to be a pedant but it's the Union Flag - only a Union Jack when it's on a boat.

Many congrats - perhaps he could be named Sebastian Norman Urquhart Bertrand

Too soon we'll be Auld Lyne Sanging

Just to give credit where it's due, a couple of months' ago, our local postie in Peckham came to the church office because he had delivered to a house where the keys were in the door. He had knocked but got no reply but knew she was one of our ladies. Indeed, she is very deaf and had recently come out of hospital. He and I entered together and found her safe, but very exhausted and collapsed on a sofa. She could have been burgled or worse had it not been for the darling postie taking the time and trouble to do something.

I too, swoon over Dr Addo. A case of Munchausen's coming methinks.

I don't like curry but I'm willing to learn. I was put off as a teenager by barfing on the two occasions I had curry. Probably had something to do with the amount of alcohol consumed but I always blame the curry. Are you willing to take me through it gently?

Rest Room - what's that all about? I wouldn't dream of having a lie down in a bog.

Lager cold Beer tepid and from a pump - none of yer fizzy stuff.

I'm going to lay down and WAIT for the compass ROSE

I suspect Lee Cooper cannot help it - it's probably in his genes.

And we could buy the oil offered on a previous thread, heat it up and ...

That would be the lesser spotted bobby shaftoe faux

Well oil be blowed

Don't know how apocryphal this is but I remember a story about Stanley Matthews. Back in the day when it were t'leather football, his dad apparently soaked the ball, made him remove his right boot and gave him the choice which foot he kicked it with!

Little Molly Flinders sat among the cinders

That would surely be a faux chapas

Happy hinterlanders

Haggii are lowland creatures - everyone knows that.

Actually they were smuggled in with the Hugenots and mostly reside in the north west of Scotland now. Can be trapped with twiglets.

Careful you're not pelted with eggs.

How about an Old Testament heroine? A pair of sandals and a cast off curtain would do for the lovely Jael: "Most blessed of women be Jael, the wife of Heber the Kenite, of tent-dwelling women most blessed. He asked water and she gave him milk, she brought him curds in a lordly bowl. She put her hand to the tent peg and her right hand to the workmen's mallet; she struck Sisera a blow, she crushed his head, she shattered and pierced his temple. He sank, he fell, he lay still at her feet; at her feet he sank, he fell; where he sank, there he fell dead."

Optimum throwing distance: wait til you see the whites of their eyes.

Be fur, it's a reasonable question.

He ain't nothing but a hound dog