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ritzy

See, subtlety wins the day.

ARSEBISCUITS.

giggirl Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Peckhamgatecrasher Wrote: > -------------------------------------------------- > ----- > > Between the police station and The Magnolia > > That's my patch (no pun intended) and I've never > even noticed it. I'll go for a tentative drive by > on my way home. A 'tentative drive by' Giggirl? That's how it goes down in the ED hood. I reckon it involves you and your 'homies' (not 'housies', it's more than that), slowly cruising by the shop and slightly raising your voices in unison to chorus "TREAT US WELL, FABRIC FELLOW KNOWING WE HAVE ACCESS TO THE EDF AND SHOULD YOUR 'NOTIONS' SHOP NOT COME UP TO SNUFF WITH OUR RIBBONS AND BIBBONS, WE WILL SURELY 'POST A THREAD' ON YOU, WE KNOW WHERE YOU DO BUSINESS" You never threaten to 'pop a cap in his ass' on the grounds it would be cruel to one of our dumb chums and your milliner would be livid.

RosieH Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Ooh, LDALY, you'll have set the cat among the > pigeons there And they'll be fighting in a hornet's nest over that can of worms you broke open. Still and all, welcome to the EDF, LDALY.

Ken.

Living Loving Maid (She's Just A Woman) - Led Zeppelin

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I'll Keep It With Mine - Bob Dylan

I did hear that another dog took a wazz up against his frontage and he exploded. Perhaps we can get him a get-well card from the new shop on NorthCross.

Self-doubt and selfism were the cheapest things I ever bought.

Keep A'Knocking - Mott The Hoople

I've never arsed myself to watch any of this or the previous series, I'm bald, chubby and tend not to finish things that I start. If I apply the same principle to learning about the mobile phones I own (barely reading the manuals and only doing the bare minimum to get them to function, and not really utilising the pretty little things to their full potential) to SCD, i.e. the John Sergeant method, could I not be in the running for a place in there next year? All I have to do in the meantime is become a celebrity. Shouldn't be too taxing. There are some actor types in the SE22 postcode, if I pinch a couple of their bums, go on a drug binge, go rehab and go remorse, then job's a good un. I'll be rubbing shoulders with Forsyth's rug before the judges can say 0, 0, 0, 0. I can bide my time, I mean waltz another year?

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Azul Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > My real world name is Amarelo Then I'd ask you for the immediate return of 'Sweet' Marie. She waits for me, and frankly the restaraunt has been a shambles without her. Nobody is getting the dessert orders right, and the chef is pining. And the weeping like a willow and pillow hugging are playing havoc with my bed linen.

Emails from Thresher and Gap? I don't understand really. The invitation from Giggirl to clog up her in-box seems a trifle 'broad'. I think it might be a contribution to a new script for a filum entitled Carry On Fe-Mail Sticks, though, them I understand. Swing and hit. Just swing and hit.

...was a drink for the mother of my son.

Bobby P Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Actual bakery is in West Dulwich. It's all made > daily on site there and brought over to the > stall/shop. Let's hope the loaves can manage the culture shock of being born into the uptown boulevards of West Dulwich, and then being sold on the mean streets of the East Side. Oh heck, butter me one up.

seanmlow Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > I don't think she was French. She wasn't a > hottie.... > > If she had tried that with my nan I would have > gone after her with a golf club. I'd advise you to go with St Andrews, I hear the caddies are nutters, and as for some of the bar stewards...

Let's hope they're not liars like that 'Never Ending Story' lot. When they did end I contacted the local trading standards department to complain. I was reasonable I thought, inasmuch as my complaint against them was that if they had at least kept trading until I died then I would have been reasonably satisfied, but to cease trading under the 'Never Ending' banner while I was still over ground was an insult to my sense of fair play. But of course petty beauracracy shunned my common sense, and I was told they could not support my complaint. Even to the point of one of the young pups I was dealing with telling me I was taking things too literally. I instantly parried that with a play on the word 'literary', but he told me that his supervisor was calling him. I riposted with 'What, time for your breastfeed, is it?' But he'd already gone. Anyway, good luck to the new people and their venture, but if you call it anything with 'eternity' or 'forever' in the title, then I fear you will not have my tradeb. As Ian Hunter sings "Once bitten twice shy". But that's another story.

Dez Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > What will it be offering that other bakeries > aren't? A turquoise Hulk. It were good enough for me fatha between a well split barm cake, so it'll be good enough for me. I'll tell thee that for nowt. Or for summat. I don't rightly know.

???? Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > er....Im with Honch....Moody = fake...moody > tickets, pills etc, and I'm a bleedin' cockney Course you are, you caant. Nah fackin' offence.

*Bob* Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > An ex-flatmate once returned from his morning trip > to the bog and declared himself to be having > trouble with his 'bum-scissors'. Ex-flatmate you say *Bob*, suprised you let a prize like him go. The sort of bloke you might be describing is, in my lexicon a 'flatcunt'.

House On The Hill - John Miles

TillieTrotter Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Dipping a ripple into your coffee...not very > ladylike but yummy.:-$ TT, I hesitate, but I trust this isn't a euphemism for a service that I hear commands quite a price in certain parts of town. If it's merely about popping a bar into your hot cup, then all's well and I draw a sigh of relief.