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A Wimpy would be utterly awesome. I mean awesome! If it turned out to be a Wimpy 'Bar' then ooo... My name's on the the first Chocolate Bowler.

A great music venue (the back room) but an utterly shite pub (the front 'thing'). Unpleasant, uncomfortable and any old time I went there prior to going to see a 'pop' group up the back I never had a good time. Favourite show? I'd have to say, Screamer On The Hill.

Runaway Boys - The Stray Cats

I've had really good service from them lately, been a punter since the early days when they started opposite the Uplands. The 'phone triage I agree can be frustrating but I've found the receptionists I've spoken to have been reasonable and polite and when I've emphasised the urgency of my situation I've been contacted fairly promptly and given sufficient time to discuss my needs and offered a face to face appointment if I wanted one. I haven't gone through all of the thread, (don't think me apathetic. I just made a NY resolution not to be all that arsed about all that sort of thing). But on NYE the duty doctor went out of her way to push for an X-Ray appointment at Kings because she had concerns about me. Got there ended up in A&E for a while got a clinicians appointment on Monday and was reassured that all is well. Today the doctor 'phoned me to see what the consultant had to say. I felt reassured by her following up and well looked-after. I'm sure some have good reason to be miffed and fair play to 'em, but the DMC should know it works for some of us and while not perfect, I think they're mainly good.

Charlie Harper out of the Subs lurching into Sugar today, gave me a warm feeling. Couldn't give you any particular reason why, just cos...

Don't Turn Around - Aswad

Touch Me I'm Sick - Mudhoney

The Mason. One for the kids.

"A pogrom's what they'll get, Lewis and it's no more than they deserve and if it goes 'up them' then so be it". I'm thinking, good opening line for Herod The Great. Lewis being a humble orange juice drinking lackey. I think it works.

J27 Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Hmmm... nice idea! Shame we don't have a town > square or similar. I know some churches have a > tree outside, but can't recall which... > Sadly, an outdoor tree might be vulnerable to > vandalism, though the roundabout would be good as > it's in full view... but yes, the palm-tree > probably rules it out... Of course, that's awfully good of you Sergeant Wilson, most awfully so...

Burbage Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > As far as I know, there isn't one and probably > shouldn't be one. The only suitable place is Palm > Tree Roundabout, and that's already occupied. > > Moreover, judging by previous threads, if the > council dared spend taxpayers' money on displaying > the severed head of an innocent tree purely for > the entertainment of the public we'd never hear > the end of it. Thank you Captain Main-Wairing.

Someone has to be Herod The Great. And I'm volunteering for it in the same enthusiastically mindless fashion Corporal Jones would do in the Dads Army comedy. 'They don't like it up 'em' Corporal Jones would say and we'd laugh at his spirited old-fashioned enthusiasm. The same phrase from Herod The Great's mouth? What a complete and utter bastard. You know it. I'm thinking I'll play him a punch drunk Detective Inspector Morse combined with Stalin. Though I am prepared to take notes on the role. Humility's my middle name.

Stop Stop Stop - The Hollies

Negativity? NEGATIVITY!??! I'll NEGABLOODYTIVITY YOU my lad, so I will. Get thee sen 'ome, yer mother wants yer boots for loaf tins.

So from StraferJack to StraferJohn to StraferSean to StraferIan to AttackWithMachineGunIan, switcheroo to IanPursueAndKill, s'obvious ain't it? Ian Hunter. Look forward to hearing from you.

In your own time CS. I always enjoy your posts and look forward to seeing you back in full flow. Wishing you a speedy recovery and hope you're back in mid-season form as soon as. Best wishes.

Arse Biscuits to using a portable telephone, shouldn't have to, ever. In the absence of accurate paper timetables then wobbly LED readouts all the way, in my experience mainly reliable and accessible to all. Except of course the 484 disinformation at the Camberwell Butterfly stop. It does nothing but turn that bus shelter into THE BUS SHELTER OF LIES!.!.!. I haven't read many of the previous posts so if I've repeated any points then well done to the pointmakers, good to see some right-thinking people hereabouts.

Hand Of Fate - The Rolling Stones

If it all goes according to this thread and all is copacetic tomorrow, let the Bob Dylan song 'Idiot Wind' be our soundtrack Geez, that Dylan gets it right every time, don't he?

If it all goes according to this thread and everything grinds to a halt tomorrow, let the Bob Dylan song 'A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall be our soundtrack Geez, that Dylan gets it right every time, don't he?

I heard this from even further away and I reckon all of the above have got it wrong. The chap was gently and very melodically giving a rendition of Guantanemera, which the lady in question mistook for the football chant 'There's Only One F In Fulham' and loudly directed the singer to "fuck off back to CRAVEN Cottage". Easy mistake to make.

What UG?? WHAT??? Name the politician. Inform me which club he's a member of. It would be useful if you could indicate approximately what time he might he might be on the steps of the establishment. Having done so you may stand down and leave the rest to me and my horsewhip

steveo Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > I loved the smell of Esso Blue in the mornings; > the condensation on the prefab window, the red > rimmed eyes, the 16 year-long chesty cough. ...the sound of Ride My See-Saw by The Moody Blues...

A cartoon crow, approached by another and asked " Where?s my dinner?" First crow's response is "Sorry mate you?re too late! The best peas went to Farrows!" Knew how to make ads 'back in the day' BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM Esso Blue. That was another one. Used to be processed peas and blue paraffin as far as the eye could see. And glad we were to go to bed of a night sated by the former and kept dangerously warm by the latter.

Crimbo??