ben

I know it's in the village but anyone know about the house that's being built right next to the college gates - it can be seen from the park on the right hand side as you get towards the lake. Maybe there is a Dulwich Village forum that can answer SE21 questions?

Dedicated to Le Moulin..... Serge 'n' Jane

Dear DM, According to that same supplement, you should have been eating an Eccles cake....

sebastian tellier

DM - did you see the ballet slipper versions in the ST Style section?

Hey Mark, I think that it actually says "0" reasons not to buy but that wonky shot of the Vale and the close up of the 3 red vases has me convinced!

The DIY shop is handy - super selection of tiles as well. Not too sure how either the Chinese medicine or the electrical shop survive as they always seem empty. The gas shop have done a couple of jobs for us and I found them reasonably priced and really friendly. Agree with Sean - that clothing / shoe shop is odd

i was told that the motor accessories shop was moving into one of the smaller revamped units but surely we need a posh coffee shop at this end of the lane as well;-)

There's a similar blackspot on the Goodrich / Lordship Lane junction - cars park outside the church and you can't see the traffic coming up the hill as you are trying to turn right out of Goodrich

Offer Mrs DM a packet of Starbucks milk chocolate covered Grahams that had been purchased on a recent trip to New York Had been saving them for a special treat but placating DM is the number one priority now Offers Ant the choice of a chilled Tsing Tao, Budvar or Asahi

the last pebble bounces straight off of Ant's shin apologises and tries to explain that he was still a puddle when the pebble left my hand

accepts DM's offer of latte, medium with 4 shots please - offers a ?5 note skims a couple of pebbles across Ant, just to be sociable

Thanks Bagpuss for being hospitable and friendly, goes and sits in the Lazy Boy Ana immediately asks me to move as she hasn't cleaned that part of the room yet Wanders over to the balcony to take in some of the oft heard about views

Having spent most of my time in the Music room I finally pluck up the courage and enter the Quiet room Reverentially walks past Keef's Lazyboy and nervously mumbles "hello" to all in the room Sits down on a spare beanbag hoping that it isn't someones favourite seat Quietly starts to leaf through Mockney's discarded Big Book of Facts

Quite superb

Something funky to end with

Robert Wyatt

Eric B and Rakim

Mockney, Hope you don't mind if add a few to the Friday afternoon music mix?

20 seconds up the stairs to the office or 40 seconds with a cup of coffee in my hand!

I've Got You Under My Skin - Frank Sinatra, on a looped telephone hold system for the last 15 minutes.

Shocking Blue

It's a George Harrison track on the White Album

Agreed. The cover is cobblers

These plus my others equal 10 .... or possibly 11 Alone Again Or - Love Yeah, said it's all right I won't forget All the times I've waited patiently for you And you'll do just what you choose to do And I will be alone again tonight my dear Yeah, I heard a funny thing Somebody said to me You know that I could be in love with almost everyone I think that people are The greatest fun And I will be alone again tonight my dear There, There My Dear - Dexy's Midnight Runners Dear Robin Hope you dont mind me writing, its just that theres more than one thing I need to ask you. If youre so anti-fashion, why not wear flares, instead of dressing down all the same. Its just that looking like that I can express my dissatisfaction. Dear Robin Let me explain, though youd never see in a million years. Keep quoting Cabaret, Berlin, Burroughs, J.G. Ballard, Duchamp, Beauvoir, Kerouac, Kierkegaard, Michael Rennie. I dont believe you really like Frank Sinatra. Dear Robin Youre always so happy, how the hell do you get your inspiration? Youre like a dumb patriot. If youre supposed to be so angry, why dont you fight and let me benefit from your right? Dont you know the only way to change things is to shoot men who arrange things, Dear Robin I would explain but youd never see in a million years. Well, youve made your rules, but we dont know that game, perhaps Id listen to your records but your logics far too lame and Id only waste three valuable minutes of my life with your insincerity. You see Robin, Im just searching for the young soul rebels, and I cant find them anywhere. Where have you hidden them? Maybe you should welcome the new soul vision. Stop Me If You Think That You've Heard This One Before - The Smiths Stop me, oh, stop me Stop me if you think that youve Heard this one before Stop me, oh, stop me Stop me if you think that youve heard this one before Nothings changed I still love you, oh, I still love you ...only slightly, only slightly less than I used to, my love I was delayed, I was way-laid An emergency stop I smelt the last ten seconds of life I crashed down on the crossbar And the pain was enough to make A shy, bald, buddhist reflect And plan a mass murder Who said lied Id to her ? Oh, who said Id lied because I never ? I never ! Who said Id lied because I never ? I was detained, I was restrained And broke my spleen And broke my knee (and then he really laced into me) Friday night in out-patients Who said Id lied to her ? Oh, who said Id lied ? - because I never, I never Who said Id lied ? - because I never Oh, so I drank one It became four And when I fell on the floor ... ...i drank more Stop me, oh, stop me Stop me if you think that youve Heard this one before Stop me, oh, stop me Stop me if you think that youve heard this one before Nothings changed I still love you, oh, I still love you ...only slightly, only slightly less than I used to, my love While My Guitar Gently Weeps - The Beatles I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping While my guitar gently weeps I look at the floor and I see it need sweeping Still my guitar gently weeps I don't know why nobody told you how to unfold you love I don't know how someone controlled you they bought and sold you I look at the world and I notice it's turning While my guitar gently weeps With every mistake we must surely be learning Still my guitar gently weeps I don't know how you were diverted you were perverted too I don't know how you were inverted no one alerted you I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping While my guitar gently weeps I look at you all Still my guitar gently weeps The Revolutionary Spirit - Wild Swans Lost in the delta of Venus, lost in a welter of shame Deep in the forest of evil we embark on the new crusade Cease your foolish plea we have come to banish the land, I stand as Saint Sebastian with love for a higher command And there where hope is dust so strange and absolute Nestling in sweet sorrow is the saviour of our youth. All is quiet where angels fear Oh my blood relations the revolutionary spirit is here. All is quiet where angels fear Oh my heir-apparent the revolutionary spirit is here. Sons defy their fathers; lose their way deep in the mist, Their hearts like alabaster crack and crumble when they’re kissed Cease your foolish plea we have come to banish the land, I stand as Saint Sebastian with love for a higher command All is quiet where angels fear Oh my blood relations the revolutionary spirit is here. All is quiet where angels fear Oh my heir-apparent the revolutionary spirit is here. Courage my sad companion mute in silence you’ll find no relief Faith is the counter-poison; the power compels you to flee from grief. Cease your foolish plea we have come to banish the land, I stand as Saint Sebastian with love for a higher command And there where hope is dust so strange and absolute Nestling in sweet sorrow is the saviour of our youth. All is quiet where angels fear Oh my blood relations the revolutionary spirit is here. Bingo Masters Breakout - The Fall Two swans in front of his eyes Colored balls in front of his eyes It's number one for his Kelly's eye Treble-six right over his eye A big shot's voice in his ears Worlds of silence in his ears All the numbers account for years Checks the cards through eyes of tears Bingo-Master's Breakout! All he sees is the back of chairs In the mirror, a lack of hairs A light room, which he fills out Hear the players all shout Bingo-Master's Breakout! A glass of lager in his hand Silver microphone in his hand Wasting time in numbers and rhyme One hundred blank faces buy Bingo-Master's Breakout! Came the time he flipped his lid Came the time he flipped his lid Holiday in Spain fell through Players put it down to Bingo-Master's Breakout A hall full of cards left unfilled Ended his life with wine and pills There's a grave somewhere only partly filled A sign in a graveyard on a hill reads Bingo-Master's Breakout Private Hell - The Jam Closer than close - you see yourself - A mirrored image - of what you wanted to be. As each day goes by - a little more - You can't remember - what it was you wanted anyway. The fingers feel the lines - they prod the space - Your ageing face - the face that once was so beautiful, is still there but unrecognizable - Private Hell. The man who you once loved - is bald and fat - And seldom in - working late as usual. Your interest has waned - you feel the strain - The bed springs snap - on the occasions he lies upon you - close your eyes and think of nothing but - Private Hell. Think of Emma - wonder what she's doing - Her husband Terry - and your grandchildren. Think of Edward - who's still at college - You send him letters - which he doesn't acknowledge. 'Cause he don't care, They don't care. 'Cause they're all going through their own - Private Hell. The morning slips away - in a valium haze, And catalogues - and numerous cups of coffee. In the afternoon - the weekly food, Is put in bags - as you float off down the high street The shop windows reflect - play a nameless host, To a closet ghost - a picture of your fantasy - A victim of your misery - and Private Hell Alone at 6 o'clock - you drop a cup - You see it smash - inside you crack - You can't go on - but you sweep it up - Safe at last inside your Private Hell. Sanity at last inside your Private Hell. So You Say You Lost Your Baby - Gene Clark Well you're smolderin' with fly words, Catch the moment on the run. And you say there's nothin' easy About the plywood tract you're from. And you stand inside your wind stilts; Watch the sentence act begun. So you say you lost your baby Do you know that your the one. With the stand to watch the trials go, from here to there behind the scene. Throw your troubles to the moon trolls To swallow up like stormy dreams. Take an entrance to a stand-off, Looking if there's such a strife And you say you lost your baby, wondering if its in your life. Well you fly your banners Mondays, that take a rise and fall in one. Ask the questions of the pilgrims, As they come to pledge what's done. Claim a tabernacle hillside where you'll sight the dyin' sun So you say you lost your baby, don't you know that you're the one. So you say you lost your baby, Do you know that you're the one.