*Bob*

Remove a critical connection on the sly.. once Facebook withdrawl sets in she'll soon come crawling back for your expect help. You should get a bonk out of it too this time. (bonk?!)

I would recommend not using Osbourne Stewart for your letting requirements, as it seems that Osbourne Stewart employees are clearly not very bright.

Last time I went to a nice, safe organised display (Brockwell) there as a group of yoof at the rear of the display letting little rockets off horizontally at the backs of people's heads - until they got chased off. I have fond childhood memories of charming family bonfire night parties (a box of 'Standard' in a Crawfords biscuit tin, non-spinning Catherine Wheels nailed to the fence post etc) - though obviously I have conveniently forgotten sneaking out later the same night to chuck spare fireworks over the fence of elderly neighbours like a proper little b*astard.

I prefer to creep and lurk.. like a thief in the night.

And I thought I was the only weirdo who took phone snaps of SLP boards? I was pleased with this little 'find' as well:

The SLP has all the big stories. Remember this headline-grabber?

Camberwell

Enough with the rhetorical questioning.. what you think, Alan?

Brendan Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > So don't read them then. I don't. Unless they're particularly well-written. Or just plain silly. (Kriss Akabusi Sex Stories, anyone? tee-hee)

There's only one thing worse then listening to other people's dreams, and that's reading other people's blogs. Unless they're particularly well-written.

It's an Annoying London Thing in general. Driving down through London from north to south, Mrs *Bob* must have asked me fifty times "where are we now?". Naturally I attempted to sound cocksure and London-savvy (whilst straining my eyes looking for a the next tube station). It wouldn't cost a fortune to get some signs up. Though I suppose with the current fad and obsession with 'rebranding' sub-postalcode-sized areas ("Denmark Hill?! Bellenden Village?! Get a grip!) the signs could be up and down like a whore's drawers.

mockney piers Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Hooper's is really but a stonesthrow, If it's open

I quite like him, as it happens. The 'dwarf incident' was funny though.. c'mon!

I think it's a lighthearted thread .. I'm not sure if we need to bring mass starvation and war casualties into it.

Blimey, Atila.. you must be some serious Wrighty-fan to make this your first post! I admire your admiration. Football does funny things to people.

A good few council tenants don't seem to be lacking in the fertility department..

To be fair, Chav, I think it was just a(nother) so-so attempt at winding me up. But seeing as I decided to buy a small second-hand Japanese car and quietly stuff the spare ?50k in the bank, there wasn't too much reason for me to get upset.

Flash Gordon. I know it's wrong, but I just couldn't help myself.

Oh yeah.. that (whatever) You're right Alan. You have put your finger on my very nub. I have made the pursuit of wealth and worldly goods central to my life. I did so by choosing a career with very little chance of success (and guaranteeing a few years old the dole) - and then choosing to live without much of a mortgage - thus requiring even less need to generate wealth. Smug? Maybe. Wealth-obsessed? Quite the opposite.

Asked for what?

snorky Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > "premier ED street" > > urgh. I only meant in terms of ??? for properties

Ashbourne is (as I'm sure everyone knows) a 'premier' ED street, but whenever I'm around that part of town you do get more of a feeling of old residents / new residents - and the potential for clash feels higher there as well. There's still the same mix of old and new where I am but I don't get that feeling at all. I think the amount of multiple occupancy has something to do with it. Wherever I've lived in London more flats = more bovver.

Was it a dropped kerb too far?

The Rosendale's mains menu this week: Minced peacock beak served on a bed of tripe with entrail fricasee Glazed 'mystery' eyeballs in a hoof sauce, with seasonal vegetables. Hairy paw pie with giblets, easy over. Bon appetit!

AllforNun Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > What the 'you know sweet fa about food chip' yet > wang on about banning cafe Nero, getting rid of > Iceland and demolishing Somerfields in Hope that > the Lord Marks & Spencer comes down from his > mountain to save you all. No, I mean 'chip on your shoulder' as in the actual meaning of the phrase, not a load of meaningless cobblers. Pay attention now.. "The phrase chip on one's shoulder means having a harboured grievance or sense of inferiority and being quick to take offence"