Michael Palaeologus

Are they the correct size?

Try this Generations of disturbed children

Singing Ringing Tree - strange eastern european kids TV series of 60s/70s - very scary.

*OK - I was going to make a comment about using the plumping and expanding on somewhere other than my nose and putting a photo up* *If you search Google images with "Priapus" you will get the idea and an understanding as to why I displayed unusual self-restraint* *Tee- Hee*

StreetCat - it is the only answer.

*Oh God not the monkey glands again* *Thanks a bunch Barry, nice tats*

Over the past months it has been increasingly obvious that the cat owners of ED are finding it ever more difficult to look after or even keep hold of their cats. These pesky felines have a habit if running off, being adopted or being kidnapped by Cruella Deville types. A select group of EDers have come up with the solution: StreetCat. As assortment of cats will be purchased, chipped and then tethered with an electronic leash at key points within ED. Participants will buy a swipe card that will allow them to release their cat of choice and take it home. Payment will be taken by direct debit. Should you feel in need of kitty-love, you simply pop down to your local StreetCat tethering point and collect your moggie. Release the cat using your swipe-card and take it home. Your responsibility will be to feed and keep the cat comfortable until you get bored with it and return it to the StreetCat tethering point. If you lose the cat, a replacement fee would be charged. You will be charged by the hour, day, week or month depending on your preference. Your success in feeding and looking after the cat will be measured by weighing the cats on a periodic basis. This great idea will cut out the need for long term commitment, holiday cat sitting worries or indeed lost cat trauma. A range of colours and sizes will be available. Both sexes will be sterilised. If the idea takes off we see it expanding to: StreetDog StreetHamster StreetGoldfish and StreetGranny

I used to see her, often around Denmark Hill station. I assumed that she was an expressive artist.

My mobile phone has yet to learn that running off is pointless as all I have to do is ring my mobile number from my land-line phone which is firmly tethered to the wall.

I wobbled in after our office Xmas do - so decided to ease off. Good evening and merry time had by all. Last orders at 12 - why? So I wandered home and others went on to Liquorice. I bumped into AnnaJ as I walked home, just home from the late shift at the people repairers.

A security bar helps as well. Its a strip of steel that fits over the Yale lock and is screwed into place. It secures the lock against somebody trying to barge their way in.

Adverts - recycled.

So a big group of us staggering into A&E in the early hours going "OOH-OOH Anna - MERRY CHRISTMAS!! - hic! - Where's the Oxygen bottle?" would not be appreciated?

Please remember - as its Christmas DRESS TO IMPRESS I leave the interpretation of "impress" to your fertile imaginations.

Good luck Amanda - I just hope you kissed enough babies.

You are quite correct CWALD. More Clarrie Grundy from the Archers.

*Its the fag held in your cupped hand that gives it away Barry, sorry, Dulwichmum*

Given the number of people attending work dos' beforehand I didnt order food, but we will have DJs and possibly some live music. We are on the left hand side of the pub as you walk in with a few tables booked. If people would like food the Plough does a fine array of nibbles and stuff. I too have a works do so will probably get there at about 8.30ish, ratted.

Lozzyloz, I love you. Have I told you that before?

At times the Quiet Room simply saved my sanity.

HE'S SCOWLING!! BACK OFF EVERYBODY ........... Especially you in the car.

*The Temperature has dropped today* = Tillie So, perhaps Mother Goose will not lay?

I think that many of us get the "guilt" thing from the health-fascists The Fat = Obesity and Diabetes The thin = Eating disorder The pale = skin cancer Women = where do I start? Men = Stress, testicular cancer, The Old = Flu jabs The Young = MMR vaccine Sod em. No point in taking daft risks, but you have to live your life.

*Dry roast, I think you will find* *Places testacles on the coffee table and continues reading* *I will sew them back on later*

*Eases out a creased copy of Razzle - now there's a woman with super-powers* *Places copy of Razzle in a copy of Nuts - I have my standards you know* *Not a time to be thinking of French, Horns and Nuts really*