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*cough, ahem, HHHHHUUuuhhhhmmmmm* ?arrgggghhhhh? I reckons thaaat'll be the interview in the baaaag, then. I knows fer a fact my eye contact impresses on these occasions. My good left un has quite a gleam, but when I lifts the patch off'n my right un, it fair freezes 'em, so it does. They'll 'ave 'ad sight of my CV. Cut Very, hand right, leg left, below knee. An' I'll lay to that. So, is it doubloons, per diem? Or share of trove? I'm versatile, so I am and will be comfortable in the roles of brigand, cook, general swab or casual mayhemist. Awaiting the Capn's pleasure.

Please carry on CS - if you can find the one with the large-bosomed woman with her chest spilling over the window-sill, rubbing her face with the caption 'I've got a terrible HANGOVER today' or indeed any of the others my parents used to send to family/friends from our Clacton holidays, then it'd cheer me up a great deal. Recently my mood hasn't been all it could be. Up and down like a bride's nightie, that's been me.

rupert45 Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > The Loco-Motion-Little Eva Sorry Rupert, not allowed, Little Eva sang/performed The Locomotion, no hyphen. Rules is rules and all that rot. So, we carry on from It Ain't The Meat It's The Motion - The Swallows

Eeeh, that's better. So Uncle Glen, coincidentally I had an Uncle Len who were always a bit different. Kind and used to assist us wi' our stories, poems and styling. He went off down to that London and completely disappeared. Then a couple of three years later we were told we had an Auntie Glenda we could correspond with. Now I'm not as green as I'm cabbage-lookin' so there were nowt foolin' me. So might you have any idea where Uncle Len might have got to? And what Auntie Glenda's address in that London is? If you need to spend money, then of course I'll reimburse your expenses. I have access to postal orders. I'll want receipts, mind!

It Ain't The Meat It's The Motion - The Swallows

Thanks Uncle Glen, for keeping us up to date with new poxes. I'll be putting that in my book of diseases that fornicants are liable to. Ellipsis, it sounds rum, though but. Puts me in mind of one of those ones that eats away at your... Oh no, I can't carry on! It's just too rotten (oooh, what am I sayin'? I'll be havin' nightmares I tell you). Where's me sal volatile?

Oh and Quids, surely liiiike in that drawly way you 'stenders speak. No offence to either SJ or Quids. Two of the best people I've never met.

Oh, sorry StraferJ, that'd be 'loike', sure wouldn't it.

OK then, laaike.

Oh, Ian luv, I were convinced at diseases. But the rest with its vague warning against apocalyptic venereal meltdown, well it just made my day. Thanks pet.

But, AC maybe they was as royally slaughtered on Stella and gin, when they started up with one another as Ifti was on Kronenbourg and Jack. It's an explanation, of sorts I guess. But heck, them boys do like to quarrel. That's for sure.

Come on everyone leave Ifti alone, is there any amongst us who haven't got pissed-up and made a post filled with streams of ludicrous, high-falutin' garbage dressed up as a 'serious' starting off point for debate? You know, got all in a lager and Jack D fuelled mood that after much brooding gave you the confidence, that well, you could be a contrarian. Mild-mannered as you are. You change from Christopher Robin to Christopher Hitchens And then in the hot, aching, shuddering grip of a hangover, you read your post and the responses to it. Shame, guilt, nausea etc overwhelm. But, probably still under the influence you decide to grit your teeth and continue to defend your indefensible position. Seen it on here with restaurants, songs, pubs, pizzas and more, so let's let Ifti off the hook and just discreetly let this thread drop and ignore any attempts by him to revive it.

This in't warmth or anything approaching it. It's a judgement so it is. A plague like as not. So I call upon you to look into your hearts and consider your sins and beg for forgiveness. My favourite'd be fornication. Followed closely by gazing in lust at Mick Jagger last weekend. If you were at Glastonbury then it's a semi-mortal sin, watching on the telly (specially if you were paying too much attention to his cr***h area), that'd be upper end-venal in my judgement. That counts as adultery if you're married or covetesnouss if you're not. If you've no deity (God help you though) then don't be frit, I'll forgive you. Any road, I've said my piece, I'll say no more but I suggest you all do as I'm going to and get on your knees. I reckon it's all that'll get a sinner relief round these parts.

I think Lilly is an online curse. That's all yours Reggie, feel free.

I get or take if you prefer, the Sunday Times, I don't read all of it, obviously, no one does, I get it for Ade Gill and a few others/features. I'm aware that sometimes people point as I return from the newsagent and pass remarks such as 'Fat features', 'What an overblown article' and 'God, why would anyone want to give that house room?' I can regard them with pitying disdain, safe in the knowledge that many don't get us ST readers.

Actually I reckon I was the other side of the coin to Katie, I point-blank refused to allow my son Plasterer to socialise with his schoolmates Poppy and Maximillian. His little six year old self was gutted. Totally gutmans. But I know that what I forbade was correct. When he grew to adulthood he changed his name to Pilates and has never spoken to me since. I hear I now have a daughter-in-law by the name of Nasturtium whom I've never met. So, if I had my time over again, I wouldn't change a thing. I know I was right.

Does the NME count? Cause I use it.

Ooh, that is wise IanR, luv. And I know there's probably not too much wrong wi' the lot on here you have to go hugger-mugger wi' all't time. But just the same, you never know, do you? I live in mortal fear of catching a pox. The thought of forever being branded 'poxy' fills me wi' dread.

You're One Of A Kindness - Grimaldi

Mick Mac Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Ignore the grumpy old men DB&B. Good spot. Grumpy? Meh. Old men? Prob'ly. Ignore??? Like ALex Forrest I will. I mean, I'm not gonna be ignored.

DulwichBorn&Bred Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Sorry !! In my defence I spent ages searching for > the correct thread , I put in famous people , > celebrity etc via the search box but I couldn't > get the famous people spotted in Dulwich thread > up:) > > I wonder what she thought of it ..... Why sorry DB&B? Not sorry to me surely? Though I reproved you initially, I talked myself round and saw the good in you. To the extent of bestowing upon you the compliment of being a 'good cat'. So 'no harm no foul', as any fule kno. Peace.

Eeh, thanks for that Ian, lad. Were that me? Ellipses an' all? Seems a life time away, someone else's like as not.

I'm no expert on these things Esme but I'm guessing there won't be great value in your collection, I reckon vinyl is still collectable but CDs, not so very much. Either consider hanging on to them - this was your 'dancing' heyday after all - unless it's still going strong so it's your to-day and you can in fact 'bust moves' as if there's no tomorrow. The charitable donation might be the way to go. Browsing around charity shops I'll happily take a punt on odds 'n' sods of CDs for the 70 new pence, 90 new pence and one pound mark and I reckon as John Lennon once opined 'I'm not the only one'. Unless you've got the D:Ream CD with the 'The Things Can Only Get Better' Prescott Egg Punch remix. Then you'd be talking dosh.

El Pibe Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > 'Hip', such an awful word, especially when coupled > with 'replacement' > and those damned iron horses ruining the sleepy > repose of our green and pleasant land > > As for Pylons, don't get me started... > > Ellipses, do people even know what they're about? > > 'Much', keep saying it, 'much', stupid stupid > stupid word. > > Is this the irrational hatred thread? Sorry, my > bad. No El P, don't be sorry, just be concerned about your interpretation of the word irrational - everything you mention? Spot on. Ooh El P? Ah, LP. I remember buying my first record, The Trashmen so it was their 'Surfin' Bird' LP. But not for me the easy 'Surfin' Bird' option on there, I was always a 'Henrietta' fan. And now I work with someone of the same name, coincidence? I think not. Ellipses??? Who uses them? B@STARDS. That's who. Want to end a sentence or like as not a paragraph, but you've nowt to say? Three dots. That'll impress some, it will. They'll think you've depth, bottom even and that what you've written prior (though let's call it typed, shall we? I generally side wi' Gore Vidal on the matter) has as much to do wi' being meaningful and connected wi' owt as me Uncle Sebastian's girlfriend, Connie (short for 'Coniferous', Jesus wept) has of knowing that a breakfast of skunk and Special Brew doesn't make for a productive day. Haight Ashbury - J'Accuse. Specially in that London. It'll take more than that wi' me, though. Course if I knew that London irony, I'd end this wi' three dots. Probably, Parker and L Sayer for a bit of a read and Perkins for a nice frock.

DulwichBorn&Bred Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Not Sainsbury but Keri Moss joint winner of > Professional MasterChef was sitting outside the > Duck Egg today looking at the menu . Then really DB&B the only correct thing to is to remove your post. Though you did resist the 's at the end of Sainsbury, which is more than Sainsbury's have done - kowtowed to populism in my hardy opinion, so they have. Actually you're alright, ignore my first sentence, you're a good cat. Might copy this to the Old Fogies thread, though but.