Moos

Gosh, really, Kal? That's tragic, poor poor Steve. I take back all the mean and nasty things that other people were saying about him the other day, and I happened to overhear.

A fine what?

Could we re-punctuate that for you, Steve? I fear what Steve really means is... "I have yet to find a woman. Who does not have icy feet, hands too for the most part?" I'm sorry to hear the former, and as for your 2nd part, I can only answer the rhetorical question with an understanding sigh and a magnificently Gallic shrug.

I can see sofas. I just can't see non-sofas. It really wasn't my weekend. *prods Steve in sensitive spot with white stick*

*Bob*, shouldn't that read 'Give 'em an inch, and they'll be incredibly disappointed?'

Mr. Moos doesn't have that problem - the cold spot in our bed is always my feet... poor, poor man. I love... my fella for putting up with my icy toes!

Hello TT! Oh yes, a cool pillow is such a joy. I also love cashmere bedsocks, but that's because I'm just a great big shameless hedonist.

Do you know, WQ, I think it's just you and me lounging at the mo. Is the rest of the Forum away for the weekend? I love turning over a warm pillow to find a deliciously cool other side to it.

*Plops onto sofa, and puts up feet before discovering there are no sofas in the Quiet Room and crashing noisily to the floor* :-$ Sorry. Not my weekend.

The Black Boy in Winchester is a top boozer: great ale AND lovely wines, a Sunday lunch to make ones mouth water until Tuesday, friendly landlord, great pub games, nice garden, comfy sofas.

If a beard is grown in the woods with no-one to see it or hear it, does it really exist?

Toast shoes very nice. Like the M&S ones too but then slutty is my look. :-S Did I miss the hot-cross-bun-run?

Hello MarsAttacks - great idea to introduce yourself to the forum like that! Welcome, and nice moniker too.

*gasp*

Really, Quids? Now, that does surprise me.

Hurrah, Anthony's back!

:)):)):)):)) And I don't even have a job!

Ooh, ooh, this is the funnest thing. Thank you, Wee Quinnie for starting this! The bag is lovely, and you can be tres smug when people ask you where you got it from. Have you thought about wedges? Heels, but comfy! Great stuff. Or something with an ankle strap so it doesn't fall off your feet when you dance, but in a pale colour so flatters your leg. Sorry haven't found any shoes yet, but will keep trying.

Really sorry, PGC. Poor you, and poor cat. By the way, the house that Peckham native is talking about is 3 flats, so you might have to ask around a little bit.

WQ, I'm with PGC on the heels, but the dress is amazing, what a colour. Assume you aren't wearing a hat since you're a bridesmaid, but what are you doing with hair and jewellery? With a strapless dress, a beautiful necklace OR hair down is a must...

Posh, schmosh, it's yum. Drink up.

Hee hee, has anyone read the thread on East Dulwich on the West Dulwich Forum. That really made me giggle - thanks for the link, Mockney.

I have been there a couple of times and thought the staff were perfectly pleasant, although I just nipped in and out.

Just re-read my post, and there's no connection with what Keef said at all. Sorry. What I meant was - yes, she might be rather unwell, and doesn't deserve the treatment she's had. Oh, and Mr. M doesn't seem that nice either. (goes off muttering something about previewing messages before posting next time..)

I agree with Keef, rumours of his bullying and unpleasantness to his staff have been making the rounds for years. Heather Mills does seem to be self-serving and money-grubbing, but no-one deserves the kicking she's had - nor the truly horrible focus on her disability. And *Bob* - I honestly, honestly wouldn't. (Not that I'm equipped to, but you know what I mean) As Churchill said (to some society bird, sorry forget who:- - Would you sleep with me for a million pounds? Society bird - Well, I suppose I would, Mr. Churchill Winston - Well, then would you sleep with me for one pound? Society bird *outraged* - Mr Churchill, what sort of woman do you think I am? Winston - Madam, we have already established what sort of woman you are, now we're haggling.