Peckhamgatecrasher

"... this road has been a Rat run for many years and now there are hundreds of School Kids crossing the road it is very dangerous." Super! If this is valid criteria, can we have Adys Road blocked off please?

I scored a rubbish 17. I want a steward's on Q.20 - what about the Domesday Book?

I have a lovely image of a chap with a tail. Probably not wise to let a total stranger into your house; even if he is genuine, better to err on the safe side.

Not unless I've missed it too. I understand why she wants to stay put, but morally she doesn't have a leg to stand on.

I know a volatile Esther. Does that make me a sommeliere?

The historian becomes history.

I want this as my epitaph: "Bottled beer led her astray".

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It was opposite a place called Marco's - dunno if that's PMW's gaffe.

Here you go, red devil, the 1950's Glaswegian Variation: Potatoes Swedes (neeps) Carrots all cut into large pieces Small onion chopped Sausages* Add water and seasoning, simmer in open pan until liquid nearly absorbed. (Pour off excess liquid into jug if veg cooked before evaporation. Keep handy in case you go too far - you don't want mushy and you don't want bone dry.) Skin sausages and cut everything into bite size pieces. Mix together. Serve in bowl with lashings of brown sauce. *use lamb chops for high days and holidays. When you've mastered that, we'll tackle mince and tatties.

That's disgusting RedD. I'll get you my mum's recipe.

Sophie, EDs do a metal kitchen caddy. Or there are lots of alternatives online. They are far prettier for the kitchen than the brown caddies.

Trip to Tate Britain anyone?

Spotted The White Horse in Rye Lane.

As it happens BB, she ended up at Grey Coats. Wasn't bothered about music at all. I just think she has an exceptionally good 'ear'.

How did you find Ps stopped play? I started it but didn't get very far.

What the hell is a 'refusenir'?

Sorry to rain on your parade, but it's not that remarkable. My daughter sat the test at Askes and auditioned at Prendergast where she was accepted. She doesn't read a note of music and her audition piece was her own composition on an African drum that we borrowed.

Jermyn Street, dear chap. Actually, I have a notion there is a travel shop in/near Covent Garden which may suit your needs. Can't for the life of me think what it's called.

'pre-loved' 'upcycled' what the hell is wrong with 'second hand'?

You just need a little forward planning sophsof - lay out baggy clothes the night before that can be slipped on over your jammies.

Not odd, just discerning.

Those match reports are exquisite.

I thought Stan Gibbons' Penny Black Blues was pretty impressive.

You could try a bright/fun kitchen timer and see if he can perform a task (eg, clean teeth, get dressed) before the bell goes. Boys can be quite competitive.