dulwichmum

*wail* BUT, he only dresses in ladies clothing for rugby internationals, and so I believe that all is not lost... and I DEMAND that others respect my beliefs!

Darling Quids, As we are on the subject, I would like to admit that my husband is... er... Welsh. OHMYGOD!

We have just visited Santa, what a nice man! Treacle was so cute and friendly too. Thanks for organising this.

Also, we could do with an air field...

Burbage Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > We've got no boatyard, and it's miles to the > nearest abbatoir. I agree with Burbage, I think we are lacking a boatyard, and it really is miles to the nearest abbatoir.

red devil Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Dulwich Mum, your public awaits... It is true, my family are absolutely stinking rich! But we are such modest people, we could never ever allow our family to be on TV (shame)...

Perfect Mr Mockney, I have no idea what you are talking about with regard to "pulling on doors that say push" and I would like to remind you that I am a married lady. However, I am prepared to ignore your filth and inuendo, and when I return from my Brazilian Blow Dry treatment this afternoon, I shall ask the au pair to assist me with the purchase the single you describe, while raising a glass to poking Simon Cowell in the eye! I understand that they no longer sell records in Woolworths and I must do something swizzy online - I am such a technophobe (sigh)

They are not priests are they? Tell me they are not priests...

OK Piers, I shall buy it, I have a soft spot for men from Dublin. Post a link?

FYI, Kingsdale is a state school - how very down market>:D

Eliza dear, I live in Alleyn Road. Alleyn Park is far too close to Kingsdale for my tastes.

I voted for Cheryl's hair extensions! They had a life of their own... I enjoyed the girl who looked like an angel but had the personality of a donkey, but that did not make me want to vote for her! I can't believe that they even mention the winner on the news. That TV show was shite! I hope they replace it with something like Outnumbered. Big brother celeb in the jungle, ballroom dancing on ice and X-Factor cater for the lowest common denominator. Enough already. Bring back some good quality British comedy, even re-run The Goodies or Black Adder for God's sake...

I am loving the fact that Cheryl's hair has lost it's Mojo! Because she is worth it...

Louisa Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > ???? I am wetting myself with anticipation! > > Louisa. Louisa dear, the smell of cats was becoming rather overwhelming... so we are all relieved that you raised this issue yourself. There are drugs you can get from your GP for a sensitive bladder, and in the mean-time, how about some Tena-pants?

Mulled wine anyone?

Oh Annasfield! You are right, that is a classic. I almost laughed my head clean off my shoulders!

The closing scene from the film Imitation of Life, where the daughter charges through the street at her mother's funeral and pulls the back of the funeral car open, to weep on her mother's coffin, OHMYGOD! My mother adores that scene. She tells me that there is a message in it for me, never leave it too late to apologise to your mother...

>:D dulwichmum Wrote: > > Tomato Sauce? White bread? Butter? DM what's > the matter with you?!!!! ::o I am actually a retired brickie from Penge you know!

Brum! OHMYGOD... Clearly I would never advocate the purchase of food from Iceland.

I am sorry, but if it is not a Superquinn sausage, it doesn't matter how you cook it, it will never be a good sausage. The best sausages are my by the butchers at Superquinn in Ireland. They are perfect grilled and smothered with tomato sauce in a white bread and butter sandwich, bliss!

*grinds teeth*

*Faints*

Lovely Bluerevolution, You may not be aware of this, but I am married to a complete banker and he is about to accept the delivery of a great stack of cash for his New Year's bonus (smiles over top of laptop at enormous snoring man on Nicky Haslam sofa). James last has fallen on hard times and is, in fact, now living in Peckham. Hand over the cash or I will set my wet cockapoo about you. He has just returned from a long tramp in the rain with the au pair... Oh the joys of subservient domestic serfs!

I know this to be true. Peckhamgatecrasher is in fact James Last. The ?20 is his. Hand it over...

*Passes lollipop to both ianr and ratty* "That's what you boys get for playing nicely..."