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Hugenut!

I had one of these when I was 13. It was lethal. If you turned too sharply, it fell over on to its side. When I came back from a holiday, my dad had sawn it in half and given it to the junk man

Here's why it is... A Bridge too Far By the Dulwich Raider http://deserter.co.uk/2015/09/a-garden-bridge-too-far/

?38 million already spent. Yep, you heard right http://londonist.com/2016/05/mayor-says-garden-bridge-would-cost-more-to-cancel-than-go-ahead?utm_content=buffer6522b&utm_medium=social&utm_source=facebook.com&utm_campaign=buffer

Is it OK to look at lady tennis player's knickers or shall I pretend they're not there?

Up Cox's walk, right before the bridge through the woods alongside the golf course and allotments. Out of the gate by the golf club, down to the toll gate, right past the college, cross the south circ by the duck pond, through the village, right through the park out via the gate on Firemen's Alley. Voila! Lordship Lane and you've only crossed a couple of roads in about three miles. I used to be able to do that.

This was John Donne's view in 1624 No man is an island, Entire of itself, Every man is a piece of the continent, A part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less.

Lovely legs

Was it a gang of slugs?

There's a lot of that sort of thing in Mayfair. It's the interbreeding

Hello Peeps!

Mrs Dwight senior calls him 'That thing.'

The Taff Noir thing on BBC4 had me gripped for about fifteen seconds. All he does is gaze into space looking tortured. If I want to see that sort of thing I'll look in the mirror

Just sayin'

healey Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > > Get your arse out of your house and ask them > instead of posting scornful crap on an internet > forum? Sadly the last time I accosted a scantily clad person in the street, I spent some time at Her Majesty's pleasure. And at that time of day I'm usually found enjoying a tincture of laudanum and a cheroot on the verandah. May I recommend it Mr. Healey, it takes the sting out of an early start

Giles's wife writes for the Specky Quids

I see these red-faced specimens slogging past my house morning and evening, rucksacks slapping against their sweaty backs, dodging bikes, buses and kids on scooters. How far are they going? The station? Camberwell? Lombard Street? Are they in training or are they just poor? What do their workmates make of the fragrance arising from their desks? I can only think it's a ghastly import from America or Australia and I hope no one from the forum indulges in this uncivilised behaviour.

peckham_ryu Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > When I wandered past just now I mistook it for an > art project initially! > > http://i304.photobucket.com/albums/nn185/idiotboy7 > 7/35177FC7-A2CD-4D65-BADA-58AF9C132900_zps5ijk3w9i > .jpg Looks great, leave it there I say

LMGTFY

Horse. Dead. Flog

Jobs you can do yourself: Take down the stud wall Get a kitchen from MFI Garden

It's gangland down there mate

I said something stupid on Facebook But that happens every day

Dulwich Duck Pond

Arguably the first punk single... I'm told