Peckhamgatecrasher

The man born within sound of Bow Bells, wouldn't boil this for a time. (cockney rhyming slang: kettle = watch)

Rather spiffing one at Edinburgh.

King David Elvis Costello

Goes without saying!

Not necessarily (and almost always never) a great singer. I offer: Alice Cooper Dory Previn Rosie Hardman Morrisey

Goliath

Make me? You and whose army?

As it happens, Mike Gatting is currently in Burgess Park. He ate all the scones at tea. That last bit was a lie but my brain can't think of anything amusing right now.

And that Snowy sounds like Poirot on helium.

Do none of you realise the height of cool summer songs is Cliff Richard on the Number 9?

Arrivederci jimmy2x, farewell but not goodbye.

This sounds fun - good luck with your venture. If you need an old crone, I'll be up for it.

That is sad, he was a lovely chap.

You might find some inspiration here shedblog

Insurance depends on how big your car engine is, how old you are and how many years' no claims bonus you have, so it's a little hard to say what you should pay without further details. You need to factor in Road Tax, MOT, Breakdown Service, petrol, oil, annual service plus possibly a six month oil change depending on age of car, and an emergency fund to replace parts (eg, I've just had to replace my exhaust). Also if you will be driving in central London, there's the dreaded Congestion Charge. Don't buy a car approaching 80,000 miles, that's when everything starts to go. Either buy well before or well after when major things would already have been replaced.

Throwing a ball into improbably high baskets. Not as good as netball.

I blame it on all the pasta she eats.

I blame his mum for letting him cycle off at seven.

Perhaps try porridge for brekky.

I think you'll find Dazie's pretty good in the WC.

Anyone who quotes the King James Bible gets a pint from me too - swoon. When my daughter was three we regularly went to the adventure playground at New Cross which was run by a wonderful Scandinvian woman. She expected my daughter to ride without stabilisers, so she did. She expected my daughter to take hot things out of an oven, so she did. I really had to bite my tongue and curb my maternal instincts, but lo and behold, my daughter was capable of so much more than I could have imagined. Maybe it is a continental thing?

I saw a workman playing on the tyre roundabout - can't wait to have a go!

Noddy Holder.

Coffee and cigarettes are pretty good bowel movers, if that doesn't appeal, try sugar in orange juice.