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My Lovely Mayo Mammy - Eoin McLove

Naff is an unpleasant naval term for a woman who is considered perhaps 'uncomely'. It's an acronym for either 'Not Available For Fun' or 'Nasty As F*ck' with a slilent not to say meaningless 'F' thrown in. It really all depends which bloke down the pub you choose to believe.

Have no interest any more in soccer. Still know enough not to call it footie. Or footy.

phobic3000 Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > I saw Shelly out of eastenders in sainsbury's not > so long ago... At least i think it was her, she > was wearing sun glasses! I you sure it wasn't 'Chelle out of Eastenders? I haven't watched it for several years, but still reckon it would be an easy mistake to make.

The Traffic LP 'The Low Spark Of The High-Heeled Boys' was a reference to Mott The Hoople.

Yea, stop being a cent.

Which KatieNumbers of course begs what might be slightly indelicate questions. Which way do you? And do you have?

The Hammersmith Odeon, the Shepherd's Bush Empire and the Inn On The Green are all fine spots. Don't know what you're kvetching about Quids.

SeanMacGabhann Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > if it's a Prezzo I will not be held responsible > for my actions.... LEAVE IT SM, LEAVE IT, IT'S a Prezzo, NOT WORTH DOIN' TIME FOR.

HAL9000 Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Should panties be worn over or under ones tights - It's up to them > and why? Mind your own beeswax. Panties, indeed. What sort of talk is that barely three and a half hours clear of the Sabbath?

Ted Max Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Listen Andy, ignore the ChieB. Hona's never got > over the whole Keren thing. > > A decade sharing a taxi back to Upper Norwood with > Jody Watley was bare recompense for that kick to > the knackers. 'It Ain't What You Do It's The Way That You Do It', I can't hear the flat mooing voices of all concerned without being pierced to my very soul. Every perfectly judged guitar solo in a WHAM song makes me writhe in torment, while pluckily acknowledging that I lost out to a better man. And the solo LP 'Son Of Albert', and no I didn't have to look it up. A unique. So it was. But Jody Watley was the most amiable of taxi companions, I'd recommend her to anyone who's taken a knacker kicking.

That'll be a Harry Fenton you're looking for then.

Waynetta - Yes. Quids - only one but it gets laundered. Ruffers - queries I'd say. Though querys might be cromulent.

I'm In Love With A German Film Star - The Passions

Go on then TD, how much?

I saw C3PO and R2D2 go into the Adventure Bar last Thursday. I happenened to be in the closing down vid shop a few hours later and they were in there in a fearful state. C3PO was all over the Alien figure and kept twanging its tongue in a lewd manner. R2D2 insisted on offering the Predator figure out, ignoring the advice of the good people in the shop who kept telling him the Predator was 'not worth doing time for'. I overheard them giving the police officer who arrived the names COD and CR322P, the scoundrels. The last I saw of them, one was doing a fast 'mince' and the other a speedy glide after a P13. Likely as not Streatham blow-ins.

Bottom right has a vision of John Cooper-Clarke in the top middle, albeit grey-haired. So is therefore priceless. Or a tenner for cash.

Exactly Andrew, Marmora Man said what I wanted to say but for reasons of slight drunkeness and general arsing about I thought (if indeed thought there was) that I'd have a bit of a giggle. Sod it though Andrew, you bloody listen to Marmora Man, he knows of what he speaks and he's a proper grown-up, which you can't say about some of the thirty-five year olds on here. Seriously.

Andrew's right, Iceland's good for the small items. So much easier to nick them from there than an M&S. Try telling that big f*cker at the Marble Arch branch that it's 'your' M&S when he catches you leaving with a cashmere V- neck and a haddock mornay meal-for-one secreted about your person. Like Nazi bloody Germany they get, the gits. They've gone to hell in a hand cart since that Caroline Quentin started fronting the ads. Though it took me a while to realise they'd changed actresses. I thought that Dervla Kerwin had gained a few pounds and was putting on a more common and less sexy voice. As Lou Reed once groaned 'just goes to show how wrong you can be'.

giggirl Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Brendan confided in me a few weeks ago that he was > going to name his son and heir HonaloochieB. > There you go, I've let the cat out of the bag now. > He hasn't changed his mind has he? If that's the case I'll be most touched and honoured and shall of course relinquish my name to the Brendan's infant. From now on I'll resort to my nickname, Willard Manus.

Jeremy Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > I hate the word "alternative". I know, but what else is there?

So the list of how to really f@ck Brendan off (on the EDF at least) comprises of; 1.) Headphones. 2.) Multitasking. So far, so two.

Ridgley Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > In my previous post, I explained I dislike the > fact that the markets within East Dulwich charge > extremely high prices for their item even though > of the same value and worth compared to Camden for > say. An example of this, I'd bought a leather > satchel from a stall outside 'Post Mark' And The > lady charged me ?55.00 pounds as It's vintage but > In Camden where I'd been shopping I found the > exact design and quality for ?35.00 , the only > difference was the colour. So I'd been Ripped off > because of my postcode !:X Simmer down Andrew. You didn't get 'ripped off'. If I can get This right, you bought a Bag in Dulwich for the agreed price of ?55.00, with Which you are well Pleased, I reckon. Then you See another Bag in Camden exactly the same (though it is Vintage?) just a Completely different coLour. wHat colour, was it by the way? Different bAgs. Different post codes. But Andrew, in the end you got your Satchel and I reckon it was The one you wanted. All along, the SE22 one. Go on you Know you did.

What are the chances the young chap will be named Francis or Charles?

It's the the top shop for all your groovy clobber requisites RRR. http://www.landumvintage.co.uk/suits/take-6-1960-s-carnaby-street-38-regular.html