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.