Domitianus

But what about those that are congenitally HIDEOUS, rather than just poorly groomed? Do they not also deserve fair treatment? I am attempting to stand up for an unrecognised minority here - the less than glam ED mother (of whom I am sure there are but a handful!) BTW dulwichmum, who is 'Dominatrix'? A little Freudian SLip there? Allowing a certain side of yourself to peep out and stretch its legs? Go on, you can tell us, you are amongst friends.

There is probably nothing particularly special about Thursday nights - no. Nor was there really anything special about the specific circumstances that led to a great many protests about inequality. For example, I doubt that it would really make that much difference to women in the long run if they were paid 1 or 2% less than men doing the same job. Equally, it probably doesn't really make that much difference to most women that certain London gentlemen's clubs exclude female members but that's not really the point is it? It is the fact that certain policies represent an attitude of discrimination and symbolise certain attitudes that is significant.

He?...Mighty Roar...he? If you have been able to sex the Green Worm you too must have seen it! I rest my case. Also, I have indeed seen many rather worrying looking Tourettes around ED. I would steer well clear of them if I was you.

How about a swansong of bookshops?

I have no idea. However, I intend to present myself for a swim during the women only period (no pun intended) and if I am refused access on the grounds of my gender I shall make a formal complaint of sex discrimination.

I quite agree with Monica. Give your purse or wallet into the safe-keeping of the young child in the pram you are pushing. That way it will be carefully safeguarded. If you spend all day pushing them about they might as well make themselves useful. One other thing, Monica. Do your comments not equally apply to the not-so-lovely mothers of ED? Let's not discriminate against the mingers! This is the 21st Century, you know!

I think the idea of a Random Bus Stop is an excellent idea. You could carry it with you, put it anywhere you wanted and the buses would have to stop. No more running for the bus with its attendant dangers of heart attacks, sprained ankles and encounters with the Green Worm.

Starbucks do bloody scrummy chocolate caramel shortbread, you know. Nothing to touch it since Cafe Nero stopped doing their individual portions of Tirimasu. Anyone know why they stopped?

I recently noticed that I appear to have lost my memory, a condition that may be the result of traumatic amnesia following an encounter with the Green Worm of Lordship Lane. If anyone is aware of my identity I would be grateful if they could make a posting to advise me. Unless, of course, I have outstanding warrants for my arrests, arrears with the Child Support Agency or am AWOL from a unit of any national armed forces; in which case, say nothing to no-one. Cheers.

I wonder if people would care to read the Sherlock Holmes story - "The Man With the Twisted Lip". There is method in my madness.

I should have thought of that but I was hoping (lauhgh at me, I deserve it!) that the fuzz might show up in time to scoop them. I have to say though that I suspect it was the sight of me trailing them up Lordship Lane with my mobile to my ear that caused them to scarper.

The worm! The worm! The Green Worm of Lordship Lane. I seed it again, I tell you! I seed it and it was horrible. All green and wormy!

Ah I see. I am now enlightened! It would be interesting to know however whether our local banks have passed on the good news to the boys in blue or are keeping mum out of embarrassment.

Simple bloody question! Has anyone told the police?????????????????????????????????????????????

BUT WHAT ABOUT THE WORM???????????????

Nice to see how TownleyGreen picked up on the tongue-in-cheek element of my posting on smokeless fuel....not!

I have always been a bit suspicious of this smokeless fuel malarkey. If there is no smoke how do you know when they are alight, eh? You could pick one up and get a nasty burn.

What about the large green worm that wriggles up and down the sewers under Lordship Lane, emeging only to devour local children and pick up a late from Nero? It can nonetheless be detected by a strange sulphurous stench, a distinctive whizzy-whirring sound and a tremor underfoot. I haven't seen it for ages, not since I started getting the injections.

Back to collective nouns. Are you aware of the following: A murder of crows A parliament of owls An incompetence of coppers An embezellment of Romanians

and amidst all this gleeful chatter and swapping of travellers' tales the gypo scam artists are still at large!

The assumption is that the police arrived all sirens blazing, within seconds of the call to them being made. Err....they didn't! In fact I imagine that they could have waited a few decades to hitch a ride on Halley's Comet and still got away from the long (ha-bleedin'-ha!) arm of the law. My views on the attitude and effectiveness of the local plod have been elucidated previously on this site.

The special meat is made of...pig's willeeeeesss!

Earlier today a couple of women dressed in ethnic Romanian gypsy clothing were walking up and down Lordship Lane attempting to change ?20 notes in local shops. About a week ago one of these women went into the shop of a local trader known to me and attempted to make a small purchase using what was recognised as a counterfeit ?50 note. The trader wisely declined to accept the note and was not 'stung'. It is clear, however, that these women are attempting to pass off false currency to local businesses. Beware!

East Dulwich, aka Royston Vasey. I agree that ED is becoming too posh. Not only that but there are NEW SHOPS opening up!!! And STRANGERS coming into the area!!! I think this is atrocious and that all NEW SHOPS!!! should be burnt down. All STRANGERS!!! should be arrested and sent back to where they come from. I suggest that we rewind time about ten years to when ED was a LOCAL community, full of LOCAL SHOPS for LOCAL PEOPLE. After all, progress may be a wonderful thing but frankly, we have had too much of it. Perhaps we could also arrange for all LOCAL SHOPS to revert to 1950's prices and start to charge in pounds, shillings and pence. Obviously, we would also have to revert to pounds and ounces. None of this nasty 'METRIC' measurements Johnny Foreigner has foisted upon us!

How did East Dulwich Mum manage to get banged up in Peckham nick (in the sense or incarcerated, not impregnated!) I have been trying to get in there for months with no success. I pay my taxes, you know! This is clearly sexism in favour of female offenders!