I know this has been said loads before.. But aren't most of the shops on LL too small for big chains to bother with? Wagamamma aren't going to take over the Irish shop. I can see Rye Lane going that way.
I've cycled that route for about six years at all times of day and night. The park seems a lot less threatening since it's makeover. The only incidents I've had were between Burgess Park and The Elephant. Two hooded youths ran into the road to try to push me off a few years ago, luckily they mistimed their run and missed me and I had stuff thrown at me from the old Heygate Estate Bridge.
A bit of pride in one's appearance is never a bad thing. See attached photo. First prize in Camberwell Council's competition for the smartest pre-fab garden in the borough has been awarded to Mr L.T.Jackson, of Friern Road, Dulwich. September 13th 1948. Compulsory Credit: UPPA/Photoshot
Virgin can be a bit frustrating. Fingers crossed it's been ok for a while. Also the time to fix faults is a lot faster than it used to be. All the suppliers seem to have their ups and downs. I keep meaning to do a broadband swap with my neighbours who are BT and Sky. Then if one of us is down we can do an emergency share of eachothers broadband.
Jeremy Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > jimbo, I think the place has a bit of a funny vibe > to it, but the pie and mash is decent. I think it's fine. It could just do with a few more customers.
The Rose is good. They do a nice pie and mash (Pie Minister pies). Apparently a good Sunday roast too although I've not tried that. I think it's a bit of an undiscovered gem. The current landlords seem really nice and putting a lot of effort in.
I agree. I've found this forum a really useful resource. I've found friends, a child minder, plumbers, gardeners, electricians and a mine of useful information. But I'm really tired of wading through all the crap.
It doesn't matter where it is. You've just made a thick, lame generalization about all cyclists based on one person who you saw. I'm doing the same about van drivers to prove how pointless it is.
So people leaving stinky food on the bus has driven the original poster onto the trains. But now kids playing with giant hairballs at the station is making life awkward. We still need a solution to the original problem.
'I rarely come across working class parents locally these days' My son goes to a local state primary school and I can assure you the vast majority of parents aren't Lord and Lady Toffington. Strangely they're mostly quite normal local people.
Louisa Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > PokerTime are you saying kids potentially causing > injuries to themselves and other isn't a biggy? > Wandering around the streets with strangers > walking past? What a bizarre comment. > > Louisa. Children playing while commuters walk past? This thread is going right off the crazy scale.
I can honestly say I've never been forced out of the way by a 'Yummy Mummy' with a pram. And what about all the working class mums and dads? There's plenty of them too. Do they doth their caps and let you pass? I sometimes step aside to let someone with a buggy pass rather that make them push their infant into the road. I think that's just being courteous and it's usually greeted with a smile.
James Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Got to be honest, I find the smug middle-class > mummies of Lordship Lane with their sharp-elbowed > sense of entitlement far more annoying. Like for > example their habit of unloading their offspring > out of a 4x4 into the middle of the road (why not > the pavement side, FFS!!!?) It all smacks of "I'm > far too important and my time is too precious to > give way to anyone else for a second." Oh FFS what's this got to do with anything? Just a bit more chip on shoulder, cliche ridden nonsense. I'm sure the kids playing in the alley are offspring of people having hair and nails done. Kids have always played in the street I don't think it's too much of a bother. I remember as a kid myself always being told by some grumpy old sod to go and play somewhere else. They're only little children.