Michael Palaeologus

.. and pies and Bovril.

Copulating Foxes are very noisy - and it is that time of year for them.

There are few things more depressing that walking into a pub to find the patrons stood zombie like staring at the pub wall with their mouths open and vacant expressions on their faces. If you know that much about footie why do you need the commentary? Why dont you go an see it live?

Laxative chocolate, its the only way to go.

*Notices Keef, he seems to be muttering under-his breath, whats that? "Married 2 days ago ...... Mrs Keef driven back to work ...... forced to hard drink ....... need a wet wipe"* *How is married life Keef :))?*

Its relevant because ED people use Peckham facilities and transport links (OK, thats the train only at the moment). What happens in Peckham has a direct impact on us.

Personally, I would be p*ssed off if a pub turned the excellent music so that people could watch footy on the telly. Its a pub, not your living room.

Good proper pub = CPT - Crystal Palace Tavern, or the Gowlett or The Clock House - there will be many other recommendations no doubt. We are also but a short train ride fom London Bridge, where there are many nice pubs and Borough Market on a Friday and Saturday, the Daddy of all such markets. Welcome!

Given that the bar shut at 2pm - at which point the clocks went back, I still think we could have had another hour at the bar ;-) Still, jolly good night, as you say Anna, thank god for the extra hour, feeling more human now - that would be my exciting morning of ironing.

Must havedrunk yourself sober or it was the scinitillating company or the extra hour in bed this morning or it will catch up on your this afternoon and collapse in a heap on the sofa :))

My head hurts.. Thanks for the Taxi ride home Mrs Mockers :))

Your Pit-bull loks all the better for a pink ribbon I feel.

*Blnkin' flip Mother, I have no idea what you mean* *Quietly slips Oyster opener into back pocket, places pineapple juice back in fridge and sits on sofa whistling tunelessly*

This reminds me of an earnest debate I once had in a Bangkok sex club (Long Gun on Soy Cowboy for the initiated) with a bunch of female HR Managers from an international development organisation and an Officer of the Metropolitan Police - honestly you couldnt make this twaddle up. How does a woman know that she can fire a dart from a blow-pipe inserted in her front-bottom and do it with so much force that she can burst the balloons stuck to the ceiling? Its not a skills that you discover accidentally after all (then again, CWALD - ?). Is it passed down from Mother to Daughter? Is their a college course? Can you get an NVQ level 2 as a Vaginal Propellant Operative?

Organisational and Management Development with some Business Adviser Development thrown in.. and spy or gun runner

Only those that are intended for the develop world.

*Staggers through door with rope over shoulder, at the end of the rope is a rather confused goat* "DM, darling, here is your present - its a grow-your-own Angorra twin-set. You'll get the pearls for Christmas, I am waiting for the oysters to grow a little more"

The day will be wonderous. All the best.

"Arse" is my fanoutite. The C word tends to grate.

Solar powered.

*Bursts through door, followed by a large brass band playing "Hello Dolly* *SHE HAS RETURNED, DM IS BACK!! REJOICE, REJOICE* *Big hugs to the lovely one, you're looking rather pert today my dear*

Full closure with some access for emergency vehicles.

CWALD I honestly, honestly think it would kill him

What about a King Dick Inserted Hex? Would that do?

My Kind of Spanner