Michael Palaeologus

*Feels strangely unaroused - must be the inflatable Batdogs* *Feels somewhat bemused by the roaring women, cackling and juggled babies* *Wanders to the upper paddock to check on the orchids - sucking on a fluffy toffee*

Pointed out to the Police and Shrinks that as this was a virtual world, they didnt exist and had no authority here. They all turned into seasonal daffodils. Wander back into room, give daffs to Ana, accept coffee and settle into chair infront of fire. Pull out furry toffee, ponder, scratch knee, flick through some classic issues of Razzle from pile. Hang on - October 2002 - page 15, its, its, its - DULWICHMUM!!!!!! Blimey, lovely to see so much of you.

Fox behaviour is instinctive and so they kill and cause mess. The human reaction is indeed not instinctive, but it is a reaction to fox behaviour. People have to decide what they concider to be acceptable. Personally I have no problem with urban foxes. When I lived in the countryside I did have a problem with rural foxes because they killed livestock.

Calls Police and reports yet more ED gun crime. When last seen DM explaining herself to huge, armed, policeman - who seems immune to her womanly-wiles. Pick up small dog and head for taxidermist.

True Mark - but foxes are territorial - hence the pungent wee for boundary marking. The coutryside is already fully populated by foxes - so they are pushing into the cities via railway lines - they trot long them rather than buy a ticket. Dump an urban fox into the countryside and they will probably perish because they dont have a territory and will get beaten up by the sitting tennants and because they are pretty clueless when it comes to hunting - rural wildlife is wilier than fat urban rats, mice, pets and wheelie bins. Cubs are taught to hunt by their parents in the context of their territories - the urge to hunt is genetic, the ability is not. The rural human population would also not take kindly to dumping yet more carnivores in their back yard and urban foxes being used to close human contact would be drawn to human habitation by hunger and so quickly get shot.

I think fox wee is more unpleasant. Very pungent and kills the plants. Off to bed now. G'night.

A tad unhygenic dont you think? If they would just poo and wee in the wheelie bins there wouldnt be a problem.

Cool. Lemsip - did you need it or just fancy it?

With the 176 hairing past - are you mad? - full of Romanians as it is.

I hate the idea of upstting you Shambles Humane approaches would be found. Possibly a version of Deal or No Deal with capital consequences if the foxes get it wrong.

I am back! Its only a 2 minute walk. Met Hugeunot and Bumbalena for a few pints and chat. V nice.

Float a suggested date - get a feel for who can make it - if few people, float another date; if lots can - go for it and buy a new plectrum

You are correct - "First Martha Stewart and no Mr Batdog" - wise words DM

Special dog never makes it to Audi Q7.... DM has a long, cold, fruitless night of waiting ahead of her.

I am not a witch or a whale I am a bloke. Mr Batdog is also none of these - perhaps he is a bloke. I will gain my revenge on the little rump-muncher. Ducking stool - sounds like a idea for the ED spring festival to me.

How can we be lounged from the Lounge? We need a sub-lounge. A posh one in ED.

Blimey Shambles - how do you know such things?

I love the Hillcourtcouple. Its about time we got some proper rural values into the ED. I grew up in the rural Midlands (it exists). I shot and ferreted. Foxes and rabbits were my meat and drink, sometimes still twitching - but hey. Nature is red in tooth and claw. Mr Fox will happily take your pet rabbit, white fluffy cat and gerbil. Make no mistake they will have your cuddly pets for supper with no qualms. Get a grip ubanites, rural life has come to town and rural solutions are required.

After many road side dents and scratches - I bought a flat with an underground car park. Job done.

They have dragons. It is a scary place.

Hahahahahahaha - ooh you are awful!!

I must have been drunk, cos I am sure I found it when I was searching for something else. I have got on the wrong train before now. My own best bus story was on a 40 half way up Walworth Road. The driver was having a row with a stroppy traveller - I needed a pee badly - dived off the bus, found a tree (on the Walworth Road!) had said pee and still had time to get back on the bus I had got off. Driver thought this was very funny and let me back on without buying another ticket. Thank the lord for boy bits.

Blimey - what a silver tongued gentleman. I can see the attraction.

EDT at 8.

Mr and Mrs Mockney get everywhere! Coming down the pub? EDT at 8.