*Bob*

Does anyone have any advice RE the Olympics ticket application process?

I have to use the P13 from time to time - never in the morning or at peak time. My general tactic is to arrive at least five minutes before the next one is due, but be prepared to wait up to 30 minutes (which has happened on a number of occasions) from that point - despite the bus frequency being supposedly around 20m. I can forward you a selection of increasingly angry text messages, cursing the very name 'P13', sent to my girlfriend as I wait, if you like.

I would have thought if you join a union and agree with the general principles of democracy and majority ruling, then you ought to support the union even if you disagree. If not, you should leave the union and do whatever you please, as I did. In practice however - leaving some unions could possibly leave you with no friends at work and dogshit through your letterbox.

If my union (sorry.. ex union) had a picket line I'd take the day off specially and spend it crossing back and forth whilst waving and tipping my hat. The notion that all unions are the same, are always doing the right thing by you and deserve your undying loyalty (and annual subscription) is bizarre.

You definitely get more for your money around Nunhead, Honor Oak, Blythe Hill etc.. Sometimes the extra space is needed to accommodate the chip on your shoulder.

Has anyone tried the 'Harvester' on 'Lordship Lane' yet? We chose from the 'earlybird' menu (I wasn't paying - birthday treat!!) and started by sharing a 'harvest festival' platter. The flame-grilled corn on the cob was a little bland, but the onion rings more than compensated! For mains, we struck-out on our own with an eye for the exotic: I with Cajun chicken burger, and her with the 'plantation platter' - a real taste of India! Fruit skewers and an Irish coffee apiece- served in its own vase - made for a perfect ending. Recommended.

I won't be encouraged. The whole 'game' reeks of Barry Cryer, corduroy trousers and longwave smuggery.

I think he must mean 'Hull'.

The able-bodied pinheads are scaling Kilimanjaro too these days

I've seen some 'before' and 'after' pictures before, but those ones are a bit special.

That's my midgets-only golf club dream up in smoke.

From pushchairs.. crotchless panties.. slavery. Where to next?

I demand my right to enter a women-only sex shop and peruse the dildos, crotchless panties duo balls at will.

From pushchairs to strap-ons in two posts. It's all happening.

Jeez.. get a hive, you two.

I have taken to listening to Nick Ferrari for ten minutes each morning. I can't explain why. He's a complete arse. Why do I do it?! Why!?!

LadyJane Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > I've received an enormous amount of private > messages whereby friendly people have sent me > local empty properties and I've been checking them > out all day. Some even have TO RENT signs outside. > Well a THANK YOU to all you. God Bless the soles > of your shoes! Hopefully its not the old bill > trying to bust my ass! Oh Lordy.. you've overcooked it. Is this your first time?

See, LadyJane? Things always pick-up in the week. Something to remember for your next effort perhaps.

Is that really a actual photo..? Or a photofit of slightly mismatched body parts?

Wolf whistles from athletic floppy-haired hunk carrying iPhone - bat eyelashes Wolf whistles from unshaven swarthy furriners - call police

Ah yes.. patronising, dismissive attitudes and resentment. The very essence of Britishness.

Absolutely. They can rename it Banjo String Friday and Legs Eleven Monday for all I care. That would be only marginally more ridiculous than a public holiday named as a result of a fictitious exercise in medieval nonsense.

It's a nice idea for a thread, but Saturday nights are notoriously poor for this sort of thing - and unlikely to yield a satisfactory result, unfortunately. Your best chance of indignant outrage comes from a first posting at around Thursday lunchtime - and try not to overdo the bumping. Good luck.

From what I have gathered from the application process.. we will either be loaning Olympics PLC several thousand pounds and desperately hoping we can re-sell all the tickets we assumed we wouldn't get, or listening to the shooting from our restricted view seating - located behind a pillar. Or anywhere in between. Beautiful.

That's a somewhat more reasonable assessment than your earlier typically pugnacious opener - that it/they "simply shouldn't be paid for by people who don't want to go".