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I chew gum. I like to think it gives me 'attitude'.

I remember a rhyme the girls used to sing when playing 'two balls'. 'PK penny a packet, First you lick it' Then you crack it' Then you stick it to your jacket, PK penny a packet'. For those of you of a more recent vintage PK was a brand of chewing gum that came in small packages of four dragees. The game of two balls has no connection with Motley Crue and was an innocent pastime comprising two tennis balls being skilfully bounced back and forth off a convenient wall while chanting mysterious incantations such as the above. I did not play with the girls. They were just very loud and a chap couldn't help but pick up some of their chants despite trying to play proper games such as 'War' and 'Cops And Robbers'. In fact it could be very offputting, especially if you were involved in a heated discussion with a fellow participant who was refusing to 'take his shots' My point, if indeed I have one is Domitianus that things could be a lot worse, imagine how revolting to see a young woman, licking, cracking and then sticking it to her jacket. Fair makes you shudder.

lozzyloz Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > I dunno. Depends on the girl. Sometimes it can be > quite sexy, especially if the girl has full lips, > sultry brown eyes and chews slowly. Oh, yeah I think I know who you mean.

Sue Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > If only the protest had been at Victoria, geddit > :)) > > Sorry :-$ Are you suggesting that some of the people involved were queens?

SteveT Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > More irritating is girls talking with there mouths > full doing a blow job an dribbling over your best > strides, it's really selfish with the cost of dry > cleaning an all::o Girls? Mouths? Clearly Steve leads a more adventurous life than most. Are you a part-time member of Motley Crue by any chance?

Just Another Night - Ian Hunter

Lived

annaj Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > *bursts in breathless with excitement, beaming and > full of fresh juicy gossip* > > Iknowiknowiknowiknowiknowiknowiknow! > > I just ambushed the new owners as they were > leaving on their matching scooters (ah, cute) > > It's going to be *drum roll* an independent > Italian serving home-cooked food with their own > pasta and bread made on the premises. Opening in 7 > weeks. > > I'll certainly give them a try when they open. Well it'll be almost impossible to keep me away from the place. I've just thrown a brick with a note wrapped round it over the hoarding beggingfor a table on the opening night. And if they're willing to flog me a table I might have some of their fancy bread an' all.

Jah Lush Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Can I drum up some support for the Drum? ?3.50 for > a pint of Pironi. OK JL, let's start 'dissing' the Drum as the young offenders who are about to invade our hallowed turf would no doubt say.

Agreed Brendan. I'll spend my time hating the Herne Tavern, loathing Licorish and upbraiding the Upland.

Bibulous, crapulent, balustrade, aphid, fungal, plasticity, cranny, luminescent. In no particular order.

Keef Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Lozzy hit the nail on the head earlier. However, > ?3.80 is just another reason for me to avoid The > Bishop... Like I need another reason. Now steady on Keef. Excoriate the EDT, criticise the Crystal Palace and malign the Magdala if you will. But don't bash the Bishop.

Class War Youth Death Brigade? Sounds like a Fall song.

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Stella Artois ?2.39 in the Peckham Wetherspoons. There are usually kids running around so any ED resident should feel right at home.

snorky Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > blurgh > > unispired Italian food > > I wont be trekking to the green for that.no thanks Thanks for the warning snorky. I'll be taking my business elsewhere too.

Write a self-obsessed article about the sheer ghastliness of your life because you can't afford a large designer handbag. Send it the Evening Standard under the name Verity Allspice. They seem to like that sort of thing. Collect cheque. Trebles all round.

Pasta

Blimey Alicia, when I finished reading your post I had to grab it by the shoulders and shake it until it stopped being hysterical. Nice, that is, getting the rest of us all riled up and then nobbing off to a rural idyll. Yo, Alicia! Chill! (As the young offenders would likely as not say).

I think everyone has been far too hard on Alicia, she's provided us with a valuable piece of information, a 'heads up' to use the vernacular. It's all very well to come on here with your wooly-minded, namby-pamby liberalism and proceed to break poor Alicia's balls, but you'll be sneering on the other side of mouths when you find yourselves having to 'pack heat' for a visit to White Stuff to buy your low slung trousers. I predict there'll be drive-by shootings, drug deals and associated turf wars within minutes of this place opening for business. Mark my words. Well done for speaking out on the matter Alicia. Ignore the mimsy-wimsy, head-in-the sand lollygaggers who have criticised your brave stand against the forces of evil that would erode our quality of life. I'm behind you all the way.

Rider White Swan - T Rex

Wet

Well done Alicia for giving us this valuable piece of intelligence. I watched Oliver! the other evening and I know where these things can lead. Oh first of all it's ragged urchins asking if they can mind your horse for you while you're conducting business with the chandler. Lulling you into a false sense of security is what the young blighters are doing. The next thing you know they're lifting your 'kerchief, bold as y'like. It'll get to where a man's personal belongings won't be safe in his breeches and his womenfolk and maidservants will be fearful of walking the streets. I shall be taking the matter up with the Beadle at his earliest convenience. A taste of the birch is what these ne'erdowells require, that'll stop 'em going on to be footpads, mark my words.

This Is A Low - Blur