Michael Palaeologus

I'd buy a Hawker Hurricane - not as famous or stylish as the Spitfire, but it did the job.

Its only up the road - I will have to pop in. My mate's up this weekend - a pint on Saturday evening is called for I think.

I will be in the Cotswolds I am afraid - I will raise a glass of something chilled though.

Should the CPT become the official "Lodge" of the ED Forum? We could have fading photos of members and possibly one of DMs old handbags nailed to a wall.

MOCKNEY - surely "straight in the recycling"!! :))

or are you in property?

I was ready for it. Mango fondling on Lordship Lane was about the only thing I noticed that was specifically EDish. Interesting programme - but a bit too Nigella at the moment, I think she needs to find her own approach a little more. I will keep watching though.

*Umm, did you come across my Razzle collection whilst you were sorting things out?*

I will be ready for it.

Piers has it right re fuel-dumping. If airliners need to dump fuel then it is because there is an emergency - it would have to be done over the sea because dolphins like kerosene and people dont. If its not a really dangerous emergency they just fly in circles intil they have burnt off enough fuel Contrails are caused when a plane goes through humid air and the increased air pressure caused by jet engines or high velocity air streaming of the wing tips causes the water vapour to condense - they are often seen over South London as the planes descend into Heathrow or City airport. Years ago I was sat beside Conningsby RAF base watching the planes take off and land. It was the cold war and an exercise was on so there were about 70 planes on the go. A Phantom (big jet fighter) declared an emergency on take off and dumped its fuel load on the immdiate vicinity (different rules apply to the military). I drove home stinking of aviation fuel - which if you are a plane geek, is a good thing. Re the distance between planes - dont know, there is a limit when flying into an airport. If a plane flies into the disturbed air created by the plane infront the things can get very rough. There is much discussion about reducing the distance between airliers flying in the main airways as new radars are more sensitive.

Thanks for the info re names - like it.

Clearly what LL needs is a good Tapas place.

Never did find out precisely why DM hates her compatriat so much.

*Strolls in - Gods its hot at that Rancho!* *Nice and quiet in here though* *Its a bit grubby - isnt Ana back yet?*

Great news. A question, how did Audrey get her name? "Audrey" (fine name though it is) doesnt immediatly spring to mind as a cat name. Just curious.

Looked at the Southwark link -stupidly picky! Why cany they accept brown paper but can accept white? I completely agree re paper shopping bags. It does seem a much more environmentally friendly approach. Even if they cannot be recycled, they do degrade and disappear within a matter of months rather than the 400 years for plastic bags.

*Takes Senora Dobbin OFF the Barbie - Honestly you boys* *Pushes Senora Dobbin into the pool - that should cool her down* *Takes very burnt chicken off the Barbie its been on there for over 5 hours and is a little charred* *Puts on fresh supplies of chuck on the BBQ* *Pours a tequila - chills*

*Aye aye aye* "Senora Dobbin - pop out to the high sierra next door - there's a good donkey" "Honestly Sean, that was rather stern. Are you a reformed lactator? They are usually the most hard line on these matters"

New One ... A cross dressing resident of East Dulwich

and Long Horns the size of ole' France

*Ooh new play ground - sorry i'm late* *Stomps in, in a bow-legged gaucho kind of way.Wearing a dusty faded poncho, shabby knee length britches, hand made sandles and a huge sombrero. Cheap cigar clenched between teeth, one of which glints gold in the blazing, high summer sun (yeah, right). Leading a bedraggled and lactating burro* *Stuffed into waste of britches is an ancient pistol held together with brass wire* "Aye Muchachos, this cigar is f'ing horrible, my poncho itches, my pistol is poking me in the nachos and Senora Dobbin's fleas are giving her some jip" "I'm gaggin for a cuppa and there's no mistakin' my old chihuahua" *Looses Senora Dobbin and she wanders off grazing and lactating* *Wearily slumps into rattan seat, dumps pistol onto table, it falls apart* *Perhaps the Texan oil billionaire look would have been better* *Slips some old school Santana onto the CD player and settles down for a siesta*

I acant help thinking that people are just in a position to chose now - with lots of more or less identical new builds going up in South London. The market I suspect will slow rather than crash. Why pay a big wedge for a flat in railway cuttings when you can get somewhere virtually the same with a better position for the same money? The ones at the top of the hill always did lokk a bit questionable. They look like storgae containers stacked on top of each other - I presume the flats run front to back and so the size will be small and the balconys look tiny.

I just hope the lovely Rebecca stays at the LL Branch!

Can I have my strimmer back please Piers?

*Wanders in with Mrs Dobbin the lactating donkey - DOES ANYBODY OBJECT? I should think not, she has been a member of the Lounge longer than most* *Waves to DM "Looking lovely tonight DM - gracious in victory - have you fused Batdog - in case of further trouble?"* *"Hello all - Domitianus, you look lovely in that frock - in the colours of your old college debating team I suspect"* *Takes a fine brand - squirts in a little donkey milk - interesting*