Michael Palaeologus

Hmmm - a three pipe problem if ever there was one!

Keef - I have HUNDREDS of comics that go back over 30 years (mostly Marvel - UK and US). They are stored at a mates house (my psuedo-brother) awaiting my purchase of some IKEA storage shelves. Space 1999 - loved the shows and the Matchbox models of the space-ships that actually fired the nose-tip missiles.

Sundays. My Dad would drop me off at my Gran and Grandads. He and my Grandad would go to Hawkins Colliery WMC to play dominoes (loudly) and drink pints of Banks' Mild Ale. I stayed with my Gran being stuffed with Kayligh (sherbet) and boiled sweets - watching: Proper wrestling (Mick McManus, Big Daddy, Kendo Nagasaki, et al) and UFO or Space 1999 or The Invaders and reading the Mighty World of Marvel, Spiderman and The Silver Surfer - most of which I still have. I would then go home, full of sweeties and get shouted at by my sainted Mother for not eating the Sunday roast.

She must have a great security system, if ever a place screamed "rob me" its Eclair-Towers.

How about a new branch of Northern Rock? No? .....

It was good to have a proper talk to Keef and Barry Road - and Bagpuss and her very nice mate from ED/Melbourne. Sorry I cant do the Birthday bash - Tallinn calls I am afraid. Perhaps another ad hoc meet up in due course? XX

I would never buy a sausage from a shop - for gods sake. Go to the countryside (Penge for instance) and pick your own.

Personally, I would never buy a farmer from a market. You never know where they have been. Far better to go into the countryside and pick your own. I have a number in my freezer.

*Ooh Ta - Zombie, like it* *I spy a bean bag - slumps into it, not as comfy as I remember* *Tries to get up, tries again .. OH BOLLOCKS!!* *A hand, anybody?

*Dulwich Mum - you are a psychopath - but I love you* *Cheers Keef*

Oh the Flashing Blade "You've got to fight for wht you want and all that you believe ......... lalalalalalalalala and something else"

The summer holiday programmes of my youth (early 70s): White Horses, Robinson Crusoe, the Singing Ringing Tree .... all crap, but in those days we were too busy playing miles from home, falling out of trees

*News of the World D-M* *Its all the truth you know*

The Queen Anne in Vauxhall is one bus ride away, it is wonderfully seedy and the Landlady is famously 'ard as nails. Many years ago some Dental student friends of mine went on a stag, the Stag himself finished the night dumped at Marble Arch, naked and with his goolies pained with a bright blue medical dye that does not wash off. He hovered in the shadows until he saw a Police van and then ran out and flagged them down (he figured that he had no money, his mates were not going to come back and pick him up - so the Police would arrest him the end anyway). The Police took one look at him, took pity, stuck him in the back of the van and took him home. His mates were at his place having a good laugh at his predicament. They were mortified when Plod knocked on the door and proposed arresting them for assault. The Polce didnt arrest anyone and were just winding them up, but the Stag did get the last laugh. Until - the wedding one week later, when the wedding night was somewhat undermind by his still very bright blue wedding tackle, his new wife took one look, burst into tears and locked herself in the bathroom.

*Ciao Bambini - IisabackfromaItalia - innit* *Scuse the peeling nose - always happens when I go to foreign parts* *I am sick to death of Italian wine, fizzy lager, pizza, pasta and Amaretto, could happily eat the ice-cream for ever though* *Clearly its been an exciting weekend because nobody has been in here since Friday* *Wanders to bar, pulls pint of London Pride - takes a sip - ahhhh, the ale of old England. Sits in comfy chair - opens Sunday Telegraph (with NOTW hidden inside)* *Waits ......*

*Perhaps a little Mantovani or perhaps the Boston Pops to calm the atmosphere - hmmm, anybody ...?*

Welcome back GG. Yes, its best to say that your Aussie G'friend walked here or by sail boat or, if she had to fly - by hitching a ride on a large bird.

*Wealthy husband, skilled surgeon*

Les Dawson (when he was alive)

*Ah, the Vice Squad, my favourite chums. I have spent many a happy hour in their evidence room doing "research" for my as yet unfinished thesis. Cheerfully accepts my share in DMs cheque and wanders back into the Quiet Room* *Sadly DM refined nails were unable to pluck the pin from the grenade, picks it up and tosses it out of the window* BOOM!!!!!!!!!!! *Sorry ...."

Keef is - "THE ONE" - to be said in a deep baritone with lots of echo ....

Clearly D-M you met the right one at the right time, still haunting the champagne bars of the City dressed in a tiny skirt and blouse for an extended period will do that.

*After a search of some 2 days, wanders back into Quiet Room escorting a sun-tanned donkey in "Digger" sun hat with holes cut out for ears and sun-glasses* *No sign of small smelly dog, but must send a card to that friendly Tasmanian Devil*

I think "The One" is dependent on your life a the time. I have met maybe 3 "The Ones" each at a different stage in my life - looking back each would not be "The One" now - good pals, yes. The position is currently available ;-)

I lived next to the Dog Kennel Hill Estate for 15 years plus and never experienced any problems. Whatever happened seemed to stay within the Estate. I can understand the elation of FINALLY finding a place to hang your hat!