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The fabric shop on Lordship Lane? I hear it folded. Twenty six hours after the original post. Had to be done though.

???? Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Hasn't changes in something - I think it's the > gradual movement in stars and time- Meant that our > star signs are about 15 days out of sync to when > the whole kaboodle was set up, which truly exposes > it as the whole load of hokum pokum supersticious > nonsense it was in the first place Gradual movement in stars and time? 15 days out of sync? Kaboodle? Hokum pokum? Let's see see Jonathon Cainer and Shelley so-called Von Strunkel, talk their way out of that little lot. Good man Quids.

I hardly ever watch his Friday show, but the odd bits I see I like well enough. Usually seen on the early morning Sunday slot, but even then, not a must-see. I'd listen to his radio show on my portable Roberts radio when I used to go to Sainsbury on DoKeHi of a Saturday morning and thoroughly enjoyed it. I stopped going (no particular reason, though now I think of it, going out of my way to procure what Charlie Brown described as 'Blah' may have had something to do with it, dearish 'Blah' at that), and stopped listening, couldn't tell you why, really. It no longer seemed the 'must listen' it once was. My fault, maybe, Jonathan didn't change, so perhaps I did. Whenever I watch his film reviews, I like his analysis and comments. Just don't watch very often. As far as it goes, whatever part of my licence tax contributes towards his wages is, well, OK. I suppose. I think I like the idea and the fact that he's around and available, much more than the actuality. I'd like him to come back, but right now I couldn't give you ten reasons why.

I'm getting Richard Dawkins on this. Remember how he took apart the water diviners and homeopaths? He'll make mincemeat of this lot. Just in time for Christmas. I bet he and his Dr Who assistant wife will wryly chuckle on the irony. Let's hope the chuckling is a comfort to them both as they descend into the firiest pit of Hell.

citizenED Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > HB, shouldn't that be that you can store 1474 > increasingly private messages. If so, could I be > privvy to some of the later ones as they are bound > to be on the seedy side of risque. As my Jewish chums would say 'from your mouth to God's ears' that I should receive pm's of anything approaching any sort of lubricity. I should be so lucky, as that game Yiddisher girl Kylie once remarked.

It can't just be me thinking that a 15p Galaxy Minge would be the perfect comestible, can it?

PeckhamRose Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Dammit, thought it was a muscular type picture > coming up. Now I am blushing and feel foolish. Relax PR, have a beer. On me, it's OK, didn't cost me nuffing.

Remember the old jingle? #What's got a hazel nut in every bite?# #SQUIRREL SHIT# They don't write ads like that any more.

People just can't see the wood for the trees sometimes as far as the police and countering the BNP is concerned. Utilize old videos of 'Love Thy Neighbour' as a training resource. Ensure that all police patrol in pairs. One black, one white. The black officer deals with the 'nig-nogs', the white one with the 'honkies'. If they happen to live next door to each other, and the white officer's views about black people are constantly being challenged by the sight of his colleague's wife in a bikini, then so much the better. Come on, think outside the box. Snowflake.

Actually Microbite, all that's missing from that is WLTM non-smoker with GSOH. Will travel.

I can store 1474 more private messages. How about you?

Oh, sorry. Hic!

Hick.

All this talk of confectionery's got me proper drooling, so it has. I could murder a Lucky Bag.

I was born under the sign of Derry & Toms. I've checked and apparently I am destined to repeat the same joke I once read in a Monty Python book forever. Uncanny, and people say there's nothing in it.

Nux bars. Gone the way of beer and cider lollies I'm afraid.

Some Girls Are Bigger Than Others - The Smiths

Not at all Microbite. What you need is a Caramac. Is this still available, does anyone know? It was the colour of something you'd find in a baby's nappy but was delicious.

SeanMacGabhann Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > look, everyone banging on about how it's simply > entertainment.. > > the people who actually bother to enter the thing > really do care about learning how to dance and put > a lot of graft into it - if you stick with the > message "we don't care about the quality of > dancing we just like the chuckles", you won't get > any bleedin contestants And no contestants means no SCD. I don't think televsion could survive a loss like that. So come on everybody, get on those 'phones and vote like b@stards. As 'Hurricane' Smith once put it DON'T LET IT DIE.

jim_the_chin Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > bypassing issues of stigmatising and > misconceptions over the nature of psychosis... > > shouldn't it be 'you're never alone with > schizophrenia' Absolutely correct JTC, and it has been hotly debated in Ian Hunter circles. My own view is that it's a poor title for a great album.

Tell That Girl To Shut Up - Holly And The Italians

giggirl Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > HB - you are barking. Absolutely barking. But, > as you well know, You're Never Alone With a > Schizophrenic. I tip my hat to you Giggirl, that's quite made my day.

Karter, come you near, nay don't fear. I hear tell of quills, but such quills as a man would not see in an hundred-league. Quills that requireth not dipping, quills that a man can carry about his person and scribe without need of ink stand. Imagine, a quill that needs no dipping. Some say that there must be witches involved. Some say warlocks. But I say, honest a quill that needs no dipping.

Quite right too, the hell with charity, if I paid good money to challenge the authority of four dancers who dared to cheek up the nation's favourite political correspondent/pie-eating champion/Charles Laughton lookalike*, then I'd be as incandescent as a space-filling hack with a Roman Candle in my bottom, a mouth full of raw Scotch Bonnet peppers and a severe case of prickly heat. IN A BURNING HOUSE.** 'Sargy' has shown himself to be the better man in all of this, and leaves with his head held high and his tap shoes unscuffed. Let the nation wish 'Sargo' all the best, and God speed with the speaking engagement on the cruise liner, that may have clashed with the final of SCD. Or not. *Delete whichever ones you think might not apply. **If anyone knows Jeremy Clarkson, try and flog him this one for me. There'll be a drink in it for you.

When The Whip Comes Down - The Rolling Stones