*Bob*

Dom and Chav.. sounds like you should get together and show the rest of us mere mortals how it's done.

lozzyloz Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > When the kids come dream jobs often get shelved or > you do the dream job and shelve having kids. If > you've got a partner who'll support your dreams > then you're half way there. Luck is a big part of > it. Jah you can put your mind to it but it will > only ever happen if the opportunities present > theselves and you're there to take advantage. I disagree slightly. At least half of it is a matter of how much you really want to do something (or in my case, how little you want to do anything else ha ha). London is full of moaners who 'can't wait' to jack it all in and run a dive shop in Thailand / renovate a farmhouse in Timbuktu / live with chimps in the congo blah blah blah, but the fact is, very few people are prepared to suffer a drop (or stop!) in income. Ie, it's a nice idea, but they don't want to do it enough to put their (lack of) money where their mouth is.

There are a few old boots

loafer

If we didn't have words like c**t, we'd have no adequate means of describing people who use words like 'faggot'.

Does that mean you have cheap crap and a big dog then, UltraC?

Admittedly, my initial post could have been better worded. But I was angry at the time.

Sean.. is that 'yes' it's still as good, or 'yes' the quality has deteriorated - in your day-to-day wiping experience?

.. only my finger's gone through a couple of times recently. Has anyone else noticed a deterioration in quality?

We have had some v nice bottles from G&B. The only issue I have is that I don't find the wines they sell at the cheaper end of the scale to be anything worth shouting about (and they don't sell many anyway).

Virgin Wines do a 'Discovery Case' and a 'First Class Discovery case'.. a good way to keep the vino rack filled without too much thought. You always get different wines so it's a good way to learn what you like - and money back if you don't like any of them. When friends turn-up, it saves a trip to the local offy to buy the usual ropey old plonk for six quid.

Grove houses always seem to be for sale. But they don't shift too quickly - as Maurice will no doubt testify.

What about gobshite, mattham? Surely that raises a smirk?

Brendan Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Is there a Threshers on LL? There is indeed. Inside, you will discover an uninspiring (and never-changing) selection of wines, with each bottle marked-up ?1-?2 (or more) over and above the cost of buying that bottle elsewhere. The all-year-round '3 for 2' offer they do just about brings the wines back to the price they ought to be. So this 40% will be a small real-terms discount (but still a discount).

C*** is a fantastic word. It is also one of the oldest swear words in the English language. Like an ancient monument, we should be proud of it, cherish it, and most importantly - use it wisely.

What constitutes a 'large scale'?

Maurice, has your home suffered any damage at the hands of the Camberwell Yoot?

Blimey, Chav. What do you do? Lie back, fold your arms, look at your watch and say "impress me"? A good shag involves two people.. if you've having crap shags then it's 50% your fault.

'fillies'?! Good god.

Michael Palaeologus Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Its the posh accent. Let's call it 'Lady Chatterley Syndrome'.. a novel which cunningly plays up to myths in sexual stereotyping on both sides of the social / financial divide.

Michael Palaeologus Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > In her latest blog entry CWALD observed.. Why is it that > most guys who are amazing in bed are usually > broke, and the ones who are doing well in life are > usually a lousy lay?" Similarly, why are rich girls always better (any men reading, change 'better' to 'filthier') in the sack than poor girls? The answer is.. they aren't. It's just (another) one of those things that people say.

Of life itself

Didn't forty-eight Bellenden dwellers get knifed on their doorsteps in the space of the last few days?!

Hee Hee.. I think I know which house is yours now, Moz

What could be less welcoming than going into a pub for the first time and standing patiently at the bar like an idiot with a tenner in your hand, watching the barman say "alright Dave" and serving the person behind you?