Michael Palaeologus

Who, What, eh? Cochineal hand-bags and allepo plungers? You are either making these up OR secretly shopping in Ikea.

*Lovely morning, coffee croissants and papers on the patio* *Morning all*

More stuff from China - as in cheap ceiling fans and garden furniture?

Mockney, dear boy - what is this thing "pook at Lairy"?

Kiwi Fruit are the Plums of the Devil I tell you!!

Tis' witch-craft I tell you - WITCH CRAFT !!!!

or Shambles - not the same without you Shambles and you didnt meet the fragrant Dulwich-Mum!

An absolute delight indeed. The "Oh my god everybody is disappointed when they meet me" attacks of mild paranoia were quite amusing as well ;-) But, still no Batdog.

As I wandered to the CPT last night I did note a remarkable cluster of outdoor exotic plants in a few gardens at the Goose Green end of Crystal Palace Road. Hadnt spotted them before. There you go.

I think that the back of my head looked particularly lovely!

It was the CPTs finest "Dry White Wine" - large glases of said. I spilt a little on the bar and the varnish started to blister.

*Wanders in feeling remarkably sprightly, especially as the morning was spent at B&Q* *Wiggles nose and a Mai-Tai pops into being - has a sip* *Waves at DM who seems to be riding a bucking aubergine chair - "Thought you looked lovely last night DM, if a little out of place in the CPT, I hope the Guinness splashes can be removed from your Manolos and James' silk smoking jacket"* *Shame Ana couldnt make it, the lactating donkey got rather stroppy being hobbled in the CPT's front patio all evening, but at least I had something to get home on, although I did have to mop down the patio before I left* *Feeling in need of company, wiggles nose and Kate Middleton pops into being. Hands-over a hankey and a Mai-Tai and leads her onto the beach to watch Keef paracending in a wobbly manner*

Nunhead has a lovely cemetary.

>:D

Poor Bumbalina - I fear a life of perpetual midnight flits to escape from the the forces of law and order awaits her... That and the regular peeling of tar and feathers from her beloved or spooning soup into his mouth as he languishes in the stocks..

Always fun to throw a rock into the pool of life occasionally!

Dont they have enough to fill their empty lives?

No more than usual. Prepare to feel baad the next day.

Perhaps "Wind Band Practice" would be more appropriate? A Roady or two will be needed. I have the belly AND the required far too small Robert Plant tour T-shirt. "One, Two, One, Two, One, Two"

D-M would you like to borrow a copy of Razzle to read in the chemical privvie - I have a number since I gave up? :) You could use it to decorate your builders shed in which you drink tea with condensed milk and eat door step bacon sarnies.

*Ambles in seeking respite from work, nibbling on a Jaffa cake* *"Fancy a Jaffa Cake Keef?"* :))

Todays lead story on You and Yours on Radio 4 on the card scam in petrol stations. Seems that the story is that they swipe your card in a reader behind the counter and use a ceiling camera to identify the pin. There is one theory that it is Sri Lankan criminal gangs that target Sri Lankan owned petrol stations - but no Sri Lankans have been charged as yet and the Police are at pains to stress that this kind of organised crime is not specific to Sri Lankans. The petrol stations are employing people without having their full details and so they are untraceable. The problem is country wide and the cards are then used either in this country (if they have the pin) or overseas (if they only have the magnetic strip details).

There is a house at the roundabout end of ED Road that seem to have cat litter as the basis for their front drive area thingy. They wouldnt miss some surely?

That would be the 2005/06 overspend being splurged. The palm trees will last a few months, before they get nobbled by the local yoof.

I'll be there.