Moos

I was suggesting that an Englishman's home is his castle, but really it was cruel of me to imply that you shouldn't go out in public. Ab alio spectes alteri quod feceris, I await your response.

And bless the internet: Tace.

Piers, I think you were right - tace as in tacit, or Tacitum vivit sub pectore vulnus, Ted. So in fact, what Zavier is looking for is just Tace.

The indoor fireworks should be the clue for you there, Ted.

I'm a very rusty Latinist aut tace - either remain aut meliora loquere - or say something useful silentio - silent So I think you'd want 'tace silentio' but I'm really not sure. Also, you probably need it to be converted into the imperative, so perhaps something like tacere silentio. Over to someone else..

Bah. Now you've made me behave like my granny, which I shall not lightly forgive. Engage. *jumps off into hyperspace*

Attack Of The Brain Sucking Butterflies, Andystar? You could be onto something.

*erases unpleasant reply* I'll cut to the chase and say just please tone down the comments, it is kind of spoiling the fun for me.

Shush, grownups are talking.

mockney piers Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > See annaj? How can a scene with two beautiful, > leotard clad women have all the sexuality and > eroticism of an academic discussion on crop > rotation. Weird. It's the self-conscious sincerity, that's what kills it. It would be like fancying Gwyneth Paltrow while she was explaining the benefits of macrobiotic eating. *smacks bigbadwolf upside the head*

Oh sorry - duh. It's the one on Northcross Road. 43-45 North Cross Road, London, SE22 9ET Telephone: 020 8693 3339.

annaj Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > But it says on the internet that she's 5ft 3. > Are you telling me that not everything on the > internet it true? > > Crikey! That's really very serious. Very serious indeed. I've heard that some of the things said in newspapers and the television aren't true either, but I don't believe that. I'd say from my not-very-in-depth brief glimpse in passing on a dark evening in Piccadilly that she's about 5ft.

annaj Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- I bet there's a special place in your heart for Dr Beverley Crusher isn't there? ;-) This really made me laugh. She really was a personality bypass with her big cow eyes through which the back of her skull could be dimly made out. Did anyone see that episode when Dr. Bev went to do did some kind of space aerobics with wassername the telepath with the hooters, both of them wearing thoroughly unsuitable space leotards? Hilarious, and obviously intended to be a bit erotic but in fact about as sexy as Blu-tack. Am I off topic?

Honestly Anna, I've seen her and she barely brushed my knee. You are a pixie though, did we not establish that on Friday?

Gillian is just a little pixie person though, I think I could easily make 10 of her.

Hee hee I managed to get some (admittedly not very sober) forumites to say that I look like Gillian Anderson, so I think I did quite well out of the celebrity looky-likeys on Friday. Although, come to think of it, she is about 15 years older than I am. :-S Also met some very nice new medical forumites recently moved from Dublin, caught up with old friends, cleared up respective misconceptions with brum, got bought a drink by charliecharlie (thank you!) and snaffled a DVD, so it was a good night for me.

Michael Palaeologus Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > "As ever I'll be the cross between Fr Ted and > Paulie from Sopranos" > > Yes but with an additional air of mystery .. ...and now with a touch of the Grissoms...

I was thinking that there are only 2 possible conclusions to what you've written. 1) You are a 78-year-old maiden lady from Stow On The Wold, who needs an out for her darker side. Some write horror novels, others pretend to be 25-year-old gun-smuggling building site workers. Since I know a few people who know you, and none of them has mentioned your blue rinse and soft wrinkly hands, I may (regretfully) have to put that theory aside. So, 2) you are a softy who cried at the end of ET and has read everything ever published by Mills and Boon. The world of ravishingly beautiful red-haired lady dentists who go on holiday to Cypress only to be kidnapped by sneeringly handsome yet gentlemanly freedom fighters is all too familiar to you, you are no stranger to the lure of the glowing eyes of Lavinia Postlethwaite raised meltingly to the stern features of Romany prince Tobar Hearn.

Citizen, are you thinking what I'm thinking?

*huffily* That's Intolerable Cruelty in a nutshell!

We've just taken our son to the dentist for the first time, and can heartily recommend the lovely, gentle locum dentist (an Irish lady) who saw him. Actually, I say the first time but it was really the 2nd... the first time, he completely refused to let her look in his mouth, but she was very unruffled and just let him play in the chair. The second time we prepared a bit better, and were fortunate enough to come across a book called Harry And The Dinosaurs Say Raahh! in which a little dinosaur-loving boy goes to the dentist. So we practised saying Raaahh! for the dentist and it went very smoothly.

*incontinent laughter from the Moos household re: BN5's English Patient summary* Also is it the English Patient, or the English Patient? What do we think? Mister Wolf and lovely LegalEagle, Dickens is definitely not feel-good but I look forward to it very much - will report back! x Back on topic, how about Intolerable Cruelty?

Yes, I did think of that. Might be cheaper if you can bring up a misanthropist!

My son is only 2, but I've heard that a good rule of thumb for very small people's birthday parties is to limit guests to your child's age. So that would be your son plus 3 guests. Has anyone got any experience on this? I just thought it would also keep costs down.

Both, but we rely more on the loo cover and step approach. We only really use the potty for the garden. Best of luck!