Moos

Good luck, Strawbs, I looked like Marlon Brando in the Godfather after mine, but the upside is the drugs are GREAT.

This room gets weirder and weirder. DM and MP flirting in one corner, Kalam bathing in rum in another, and Steve T and Annaj debating film in a third, while Keef watches football in a fourth, and Brendan sneaks in and out. (I can only see 4 corners from here, but I bet there are loads more.) *sits in 5th corner quietly, and slurps coffee noisily*

Citizen, entirely agree with your list of things missed, and may I add: Clothes without baby snot on them (nice) Sponteneity ...and MONEY! And in exchange (before the age of speech)? A new definition of love, and a smiley little person who thinks you're really, really funny.

As in 'it's Leddies Nite and the Feelin's Right...' Oh, all right, LADEEZ, geez, girl's gotta spell proper round here now? Sheesh. Steve, sorry to say it but it's probable you wouldn't be able to be a wingman (by which I really meant a wingwoman) for single LADIES or indeed women - the job involves fending off the advances of the ugly, sweaty best pal of the sexy bloke your mate is hitting on without offending him, and thus allowing your friend to get on with the biz. Hunting in packs is for some reason just that much easier. But hey - if you think you could do it, who am I to say no? As a wise man said, Judgey Wudgey was a bear.

I waste more time on the Internet now...

Thanks for re-igniting (yes, I think that's the right word) this post, Chavista, what a hoot! Happy to act as wingman for you single leddies out there, but personally am more in need of sleeeeeeeeeeeep than, er, the other thing. P.S. And how dare anyone be mean to Dulwichmum!?!?!?! Not on.

Do you know what would be sooooooo cool? A babysitter who would be prepared to do 6am-11am on weekends. Evenings? Pah! Easy peasy. But oh the bliss of hearing little Mooslet start his morning yowl at 6am as usual, and have someone else scoop him up and feed him and play with him while Mr Moos and I have a nice easy weekend lie-in, followed by a leisurely breakfast and perhaps even a scrabble through the papers!! Wow. Am smiling just dreaming about it. Sorry, that wasn't a rant at all, was it? Can one be lounged from the Lounge?

Golly, sorry I'm so late. Here's a lemon, and some tissies, borne aloft on a velvet cushion by an orphan.

Pregnant, schmegnant - Madam, permit me to point out you are chased. Pass the port.

A loaf half-price from the EDD is still about ?1.50. Never tried it, but it had better be bloody good.

1) I think many people who have seen the indignity and cruelty of long-term terminal illness would agree absolutely yes. 2) I waver, but would probably come down on the side of no... too many near-misses, too much risk of decisions being made for wrong reasons. 3) At the very least, an independent medical assessment of being of sound mind, and a 'cooling-off' period. How to get around the problem of pressure from relatives worried about how to pay for crippling medical bills or indeed the self-administered pressure of 'I don't want to be a burden' I don't know.

I hope this isn't veering too far from the point but the socio-economic indicator David quoted includes a lot of '...and their widows'. Do we then infer that a woman takes on her husband's class (presumably having previously belonged to her father's class....'?!) Not having a pop at you, David, as you said it's a few generations out of date... but it raises an interesting point. Certainly a person's choice of partner can often impact how other people see them, and indeed how they see themselves. Nero, most academics who study corporate selection processes agree that interviewers overwhelmingly choose candidates who are like them, regardless of the similarities of the job for which they are applying. This of course is used as an argument in favour of positive discrimination ("how else will the different get in?") but it certainly also means that people who break the barriers are often not typically representative of their type - female traders, for example, often used to behave very 'malely'. It takes a few 'generations' of barrier-breaking to see the behaviours change, and a greater variety of individuals succeed on their own terms.

Ahoy Capt - nice categories. I'd query putting Jenny Eclair in Cat 3 - surely, she's a 2? Think you may be in danger of downgrading her just because she's local and therefore relatively easy to spot..

Just got lovely new door from London Door Co. but had to sell Mr. Moos to pay for it.. Banham locks are frighteningly expensive but very, very secure and well designed.

The sun is well over the yardarm, it's definitely gin o'clock.

BN5, shall we introduce Motorcycle Rugby to the 6 nations? That'd show 'em!

(glug, glug, glug, glug, glug, shake of head... Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh) 'Nother one, please.

Oops, that's not what I meant! Two separate points: - small, instantly degrading things = not big deal, whether I drop or someone else does - we all tend to think our crimes are OK and everyone else's appalling Apols for cloudy prose, and bon nuit. Moos The Litter Smug

Can I have a glass of red wine, please please? My ears are still stinging from a telling-off in the Serious section of the Forum. Golly gosh, and me all sweetness and light.

TT, I included the article as an example of an absurdity, which I thought went without saying - of course it's ridiculous to fine the granny of a toddler who drops a food item which will be gone in a day. Actually, I would chase down litter I'd dropped - not sure I'd leap under a bus for it, but within reason. BN5, quite. I think we're all agreeing that it makes sense to make an effort to clean up after yourself but that we wouldn't expect to be fined for dropping a raisin or two - and yes, I do think that's different from dropping crisp packets or anything which stays on the street or is unpleasant for others to step on. I agree we've all a tendency to cluck at others' crimes and contextualise our own, but isn't that a reasonable rule of thumb?

Actually, someone has already been fined because her toddler dropped crisps Emily The Litter Fiend Don't jump down my throat, chilluns, just pointing out that it happened....

floating in a sunlit sea

Snorky, I've just snorted bits of half-masticated lunch all over myself laughing at your post. Damn you, you pesky little class warrior, that was hilarious.

It wasn't me, but if you were burning bright in the forest of the night - specifically at 1.30am - you must expect to attract some attention, even if only from mortals hands and eyes (and voices).

Oh Dulwichmum, the colour is truly you! I can't believe I didn't see it before! and now I want one so badly. But do you think you might have overdone the Botox just a teensy bit?