Michael Palaeologus

They were giving away big slices of parma ham, chunks of mozzarela and bread dipped in rather nice olive oil today at the Fair.

MRS DOBBIN LIVES ON !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Is it me or are there more of them this year? From where I am, they regularly commute between Goose Green and the Rye - squawking as they go. Last year I heard the occasional squawk but didnt see them - this year they can be seen flying back and forth all the time.

Hmm - mysterious biplay between the Axeman and the Healer - are we to be in for a treat next Friday?

It is the "Thai Corner Cafe" after all so you cant really expect a cordon bleu experience. Just nice food at low prices albeit in a rather snug environment with occasionally variable service.

Sorry I didnt make it! I have friends staying with me. They are from the Cotswolds and get very exzited when they see more than 3 cars in a day. We got horribly pissed and didnt make it beyond the Mirash...

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Yes the Comments are amusing and seem to reflect a lack of irony and also some jealousy. In that regard the Column has achieved one of its aims :))

"Spartacus I am, Obi Wan"

A comparatively mild start .............. Do they know what they have let themselves in for? Telegraph readers are a tender and fragrant lot after all. So, DM, how much will you be charging for a mention? :))

The Wiki description of the bus types used was uncomfortably interesting.

I got on the 8.05 (?) - no seat, but not squashed, so a comfortable journey. Jubilee Line wasnt too bad either.

So many matchsticks .... http://www.ot-honfleur.fr/photo_grande/pont_normandie.jpg

*I see the Char woman has been in, tsk - missed the dust on the stuffed donkey in the corner*

No you are not!! I have a proud personal tradition of pouring scorn on the so-called beautiful game, even if I am known to sneak down to the Agborough Ground to watch Kiddie Harriers play a game of kick and rush. Also, being a Wolves fan means that archane discussions on Premier league issues are and always will be irrelevant.

I believe they had a Nanny but had left her at home locked in the cellar while they were on holiday as a cost saving measure.

Can I just say, what a relief it is to have a soccer free summer. Bring on the cricket, more civilised and the spectators can be trusted to spend the day getting pissed and still be civil. Marvellous.

*I did wonder where you were going with this Moos - I mean you disappeared first and thus removed yourself from the potential plot* *Now, stop messing about, you cant be dead, your chest is moving, I have observed it closely* *Does Herr Moos have Duelling scars perchance?* *Have a schnaps and a slice of Battenburg while you ponder the matter*

*Lawks! D-M we have a mystery on our hands. Forget your swoonings over hairy sausages, for we must search for Moos* *I was in the anti-chamber sipping on camomile tea and nibbling on a Rich Tea, waiting for your to recover from your "swoon" when I heard a piercing and rather discordant screech come from this very room. Assuming that you were seeing the giant mauve axolotle called "Turpin" again - I dashed in* *Now we find that DM is safe, save a hang-over and insipient nymphomania, and Moos has disappeared in her jym-jams* *Moos-minor will be distraught and Mr Moos, being German, will be a little distracted; his Prussian dueling scars will have gone pink and he will be twiddling with that odd shaving brush thing in his hat* *This is a case for ..... The Thin Man - for it is I, nearly, if I breath in and put my corset on*

It will be Mr Spanky for Mr Snorky unless he repents.

Surely the children were sober? Could they not hold the drinks?

Me, eventually.

Only in that whatever did for the cat probably did for the fox. Hmm, sounds like the begining of a schlock horror film....

*Steady Old Man, that creature isnt muzzled and could easily turn savage - see late notes on the "Dog Attack" thread - one wrong glance and the thing becomes a killer ... and the labrador could give you a nasty nuzzle as well* *Tentatively feels DM's nose - cold and ... wet (yuk!)* *Clearly she is out for the count, hearing champage being poured close by normally brings DM round from the deepest coma* *Bends down and whispers into DM's shell-like - "Gary Barlow is nearby and is in need of a cup of tea and slice of cake" - stands back*

"But they are powerful and often behave arbitrarily" - ditto many children. Tiny bit of an over-generalisation perhaps? Many of muts on Peckham Rye are toy dogs that would give a nasty suck at best. Its a wuff life Sean, as you say, one shouldnt be dogmatic, that would be catastrophic. Enough now.