*Bob*

honk Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Indeed. I love Nunhead. Me too.. especially the magic of the nunhead forum Lively as ever.

Can we see a picture of the wooden owl trophy first, please? I like to know what I'm playing for.

Ahah.. Brighton Rock. My mistake.

Is this a Jewish Thing?

There's nothing to be ashamed about - but I know what Louisa means about making a point of it. When Mrs *Bob* was breastfeeding, I always carried a piccolo trumpet with me, so that - should her knocker fall inadvertently fall out in a public place - I could instantly rise to my feet and play the theme music from 'Rocky'.

Yes, ME! I hate all mothers, babies, prams: cars, buses, pedestrians: working class people, middle class people: Peckham, Nunhead, Camberwell: Iceland, Somerfield, Ocado: gastropubs, cocktail bars, pool tables: black people, white people, blue people, and last not not least, organic produce. Have I missed anything out?

Football. Get a room.

Still, they are the cheapest..

Hence.. 'on the whole' Sure, the shittiest bits of north London are right up there with the shittiest bits of the south. Shittier even. But compare stuff 'on the whole', area for area, between north and south London (eating, drinking, clubbing, seeing, doing.. anything) and, umm, well.. But then it is cheaper. And that counts for a lot. That said, I've still yet to find* anywhere I'd rather live in London than here. *(afford)

You're all gearslutz on there though, Mike

Let's face it: on the whole, South London is a bit of a dump, compared to North London. The reason people why people who live in 'the less shitty bits' of South London might seem smug is because they're so relieved not to be living in the rest of it, their relief is tangible. To a certain extent, anyone seen to be emitting anything approaching a smile anywhere in south London outside of a bar during happy hour is probably seen as a smug git - though I agree pushing a Bugaboo whilst examining a hi-def photo of London with a magnifying glass ("You can see our house!") probably doesn't help with the overall image.

Wave goodbye to this thread.. bye bye

Mike.. what can be more ladylike than a pair of tits? And fair enough, Dom. Though I still think you ought to have said something.

TradingDownFromE8 Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > 's ok Bob, I'm not proud, I can slum it from time > to time. Then let South Slumdon be your oyster.. Perfect for someone who holds no store in postcodes, TradingDownFromE8.

Beautiful girlfriend.. dream postcode.. you had it all. Women.

My commiserations RE your new home, TradingDown. I'm sure you'll be very unhappy here.

Surely what 'slows down motorists' on LL is - and I'm just thinking outside the box on this one - the amount of traffic? You could put 12 pedestrian crossings in between Somerfield and Goose Green and you'd still be stuck in the same queue on Denmark Hill just a few minutes later anyway.

Not sure about that, Simon. Entering a Harvester should always entail a certain degree of mortal peril.

Remember that Dom only remembered distinctly mentioning something to the woman after distinctly not remembering to mention it in the OP.

Depends.. did they follow through?

Great stuff! One can only hope this woman is reading this, is stricken with shame and is putting her house on the market and moving to Slough with all speed. Another victory for the EDF! Who's next? Click.. BOOM

I'm confused.. where is this fabulous section of South London Autobahn where the cars race at high speed and pedestrians risk their lives in a deadly game of virtual 'Frogger' whilst trying to cross the great divide?

Mikecg Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > There is a problem with poverty in the area, drugs > and drivebys stabbings and robberies, other than > that is not too bad really. Sounds great! When can I move in?

I suppose, ultimately, you have to weigh-up the between 'a snappy reaction' and 'eating your food when you can smell poo', come to a considered opinion.. and then act accordingly. Personally, given the choice between changing young *Bob*'s putrid nappy in a restaurant - and crawling on my bare hands and knees over broken glass whilst stray dogs wee on my back - I'd plump for the latter.

The air is calm and still. The Sauvignon is poured, warming with every tick of the creeping clock. The haggis pie lies half eaten on the platter. But all is not well. A rising tide of feculence now permeates the air.. the horror.. the horror.. A baby. An arse. God please no! Not that! Why me?! Should I say something? Should I..? A fly lands on the outside of the shop-front glass. IT IS LOOKING AT ME. Keep calm.. remember I am British. Pay with cash and fortheloveofgod out.. OUT..