SteveT

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Dulwichmum wrote: I have to keep that damn splinter of a 1.5ct stone he gave me (although it is internally flawless). Internally flawless heh, unlike its present owner, hehehehehe.................

I didn't either. I still voted by taking all the other stuff which had been dropped through the letterbox.

I went in for breakfast last saturday and sent eggs benedict back twice. The first time because the whites were uncooked the second time the chef had laced it with crunchy salt, the third one I asked for it to be delivered by the chef. The gutless wretch had it delivered via the surly little waitress, to avoid what might have been a sharp tongueing. The hot chocolate was nowhere near hot it was barely tepid. Although I have praised it in the past as a classy joint, and will be sad to see it disappear as it does give another dimension to LL I will not be returning to this establishment. I just loathe to have heavily salted food, by an arrogant, resentful chef. I might have complained to the proprietor but she is a 'grumpy old woman' who has never starred in the show.

My first live together greatest love having congenital heart disease, which ended our life together after less than five years. I went into serial promiscuity for the next four years, it was the only thing that would put the misery and loss far enough away so as not to dwell on it. Marrying a woman who I got along with whilst living together, but didn't love. We married and then it changed overnight, no sex for the first six weeks of marriage, which lead to a crap honeymoon she somehow believed she didn't have to anymore as we were married. Now, surprise surprise, I am a divorce statistic, who would have thought it. The next regret after 20 years still makes me colour up. The ex-wife said 5 years later, she was pregnant, we had previously discussed that we wouldn't have children as I was 40 and too old for breeding. When she made her announcement I said well get rid of it and anyway how the hell could you be pregnant the amount of times you perform? you should change your name to Mary. I said do not expect any help from me, if you intend to keep it you are on your own, do not expect any help from me. Later on the baby arrived and she did not want anymore children, but I insisted that one is not ideal because all the singletons, when I was at school, were different to the rest of us who had brothers and sisters. They couldn't seem to play with other kids, they always stood next to the teacher on playground duty. When we were dead and gone she would be left on her own, so we had a second and I am most grateful for them both to be around. She was right about the first baby and I felt it was right to have a second. So two things that I do not regret, my children.

I was given a free ticket to attend some years ago and it was well worth a visit, all kinds of interesting jewelry and other goodies.

Moos wrote:The merry scene of so much ED debauchery lies ruined and in tatters, How is it that I only get to hear of the aftermath of debauchery, I feel underprivileged, and left out, and cheated. It has never happened in my life, only in fantasy, I feel like I'm living life in a cul-de-sac, whilst having the house shaken throughout by regular passes of bendy buses.

How did john major get into Oxbridge with only five O levels(?)

Annasfield wrote: Shit stirrer's arms? and shit shoveller's shoulders(?)

...for they shall inherit the curds

Isn't it already a 'whine' bar...... boo hooooo...... I've lost all my money

A skeleton walks into a pub 'gimme a pint' he demands, 'and a mop'.

He makes me sick looking at him! Out of all the talented Scots that are available we end up with him.

hormone noise from a brothel window

tuning into the forum and it making me laugh out loud, again!

Dolphins are pubs sometimes, so they can't all be bad. The Dolphin in my home town is one of the oldest buildings the town has, it follows the contours of the land and the doorways were meant for four foot dwarves or fit limbo dancers. most films, most jobs most peoples opinion of themselves.

darling

When brent cross opened every shop was leasehold, when Marks & sparks showed no interest as it was company policy to trade only from freehold sites, the owners quickly offered them a freehold plot of their choice. That was many years ago, when Marks had a flourishing business, I am not sure whether they have as much pulling power in the retail market today.

trap

Thanks for that gg it should prove very useful, good value post(tu)

Good post inkyjunior1

I passed on the other side yesterday because of the roadworks, and they were shouting and carrying on at me for walking past. They are foul mouthed ill tempered 'animals' and are frequently sat on the steps of their house being obnoxious to anyone who comes within bellowing distance of them. How is it that a small minority of creatures like this can inflict themselves on a community and not get dealt with. When you compare it with SeanmLow getting an extortionate fine for dropping a cigar butt, and these people are free to upset all and sundry. I feel sorry for you nbn and anyone else living close to them.

It sounds a very interesting idea, good for you;-)

Saturday go for an early swim, franklins for breakfast if I can get in, and mooching about the garden Sunday drive up to north london and have kippers and 6 cereal flute from Pauls, for lunch, see a movie with my film buff buddie who has movies from the twenties onwards, which are often fascinating and some are outstanding. Went to franklins, like a bear garden so wandered out and into Le Chandelier. I ordered eggs benedict and a hot chocolate. The hot chocolate was tepid and the eggs benedict had poached eggs with runny yolks and runny whites, so sat and pondered and then sent it back. The next one arrived heavily salted, and crunchy, possibly coarse grained salt. I stood up dropped my tenner on the counter and left feeling disgusted and salty mouthed. I spat out the salty grit in the gutter, but then I turned back to explain to the waitress what was wrong, she apologised and said sit down and I will give you a free hot chocolate and a third eggs benedict. I declined a second tepid chocolate, preferring a glass of water to remove the salty taste. Number three arrived I had asked the waitress to have the chef deliver it, but he was too embarassed to face a disenchanted customer, this was cooked correctly, and without salt. The waitress offered me the money back, she had done all she could do, I had eaten and was satisfied so I paid my dues. I will not be using Le Chandelier in the forseeable future. I have in past posts defended this place as being 'classy' but I must apologise to any forumista's I may have encouraged to use this establishment. Let the proprietor beware, her chef has a streak of arrogant resentment which makes him unfit for purpose.

I bet quids would take that bet