bigbadwolf

Sean. I can't help but ask and I'm sure a lot of others are asking themselves exactly the same question since you seem to really empathise with the peer in question. Do you currently have illegal domestic staff in your direct employ and if so, do you beat them?

No Hooch. The Farmer Took A Life.

The picture Annasfield has provided us, you know, the fella with the spotless boots with a surly look about him. He looks like the kind of itinerant farm labourer that advertises to the passing motorist to "come and pick you own fights/fruit". There's only one real "gerrof moi laaannnd" farmer in my opinion. http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6I0Gq-tRRHE/SaRa0g5ye9I/AAAAAAAAAEk/qBzOsPhnvmQ/s320/_941580_martin_300.jpg

We once had a halfwit who went by the username Mikecg. He was responsible for a number of poisonous and threatening messages to other forum members who could spell better than he could. Eventually admin took him outside and shot him through the head.

"But as i'm sure you are aware a decent night out in London, is going to cost you probably a couple of hundred pound. Now i'm sure you're joking!" I'm inclined to believe him Soph. Cocaine can be damned expensive these days.

I saw that in today's Standard Sean. You can just picture all the sloan rangers and house frau's cancelling their subscription to the Telegraph. Or phoning their local councilor to call them a c_nt.

Not at all Nigee. I hope you see sense and choose Forest Hill. Snorky was someone that Quid's now emulates.

"Whenever any property maintenance was required, my elderly neighbour (at a previous address) would often talk of 'getting an Irishman in'." How times have and will change eh *Bob*. When we're eating pea soup through a straw and we need a ramp fitted we'll more than likely summon the services of a Pole or other 'east european type'.

Although Declan and Mick Mac would immediately fall under suspicion for laying tarmac that turns out to have the consistency of cookie dough just because they're bog Irish reprobates who'd most probably fleece an old lady of 5k for a cowboy effort. I'd rather insist that they spent a stint in the stocks. Not have the flesh flayed from their backs like what used to happen to micks in the good old days.

"I reckon the gruesome black tarmac drive they've chucked-down without a thought must knock at least another ?50k off the asking." You wouldn't encounter that sort of carry-on in se23 *Bob*. If you did then the perpetrators would be asked tp leave, or flogged.

When you buy a property in Forest Hill Quid's, you get the whole area into the bargain.

Nigee. Don't listen to these fools. If you want a des res show home then look no further than Forest Hill. The local's are from a far superior stock than east Dulwich and you wont have to put up with the smell either. The views are to die for as well.

"It is with great regret that I am selling this forum. I just don't have the time anymore or the balls." F_ck off Mikecg. You doss c_nt.

"Not sure Liam could cope with the complex lyrics and melodies." Surely the new hairstyle would be the greatest challenge.

Kylie Minogue.

Beware of the Tesco garage on London rd, Forest Hill. Plenty of mischief going on there as well.

"You are the one and only person I've had any trouble with on this forum and it's because you mistake being rude and obnoxious for a sense of humour. You're about as funny as cancer." Exactly my thoughts on you Jah. "Now let's move on and let other people enjoy this forum without this silly and pathetic bickering." Agreed.

""He started". A big boy did it and ran away. Grow up you little shit." Now now Jah, there's no need for expletives. You did, once again, start it. Just because you're under the foolish misguidance that because you're older than me I should hold my tongue. It doesn't mean I shouldn't back chat you if you're rude to me. Grow up yourself you old git "Sorry for everyone else but I won't tolerate rude obnoxious little tosspots." Nor will I tolerate cantankerous old trouble makers like you.

I know Hooch. It's one of those ailments I've inherited from a long line of repugnant arseholes. He started it though.

Of course they did Jah. They just told me never to respect curmudgeonly old grouches who never inherited a sense of humour from their ancestors. However, since you're an elderly man I'll go a little easier on you.

"Oh my aching sides. Did your parents have one of those then?" I'm afraid to say that they didn't. They had one of those new-fangled cassette players that ran on electricity. Not something I'd imagine you're familiar with Jah. Seeing as the disco's you would've gone to were illuminated with gas lamps, along with the DJ playing the spoons.

You forgot Elton John *Bob*. He's a great big fat c_nt if I ever did see one.

"Which just goes to show having no taste runs in the family." I can just picture you stoking up that coal fired Gramaphone Jah.

The music I grew to hate (along with my younger brothers) was often dictated by which one of my parents was in the driving seat on our yearly holiday on the continent. Dad would make an enormous public fuss concerning my mothers competence on the european highway and suggested that he should take the wheel when faced with the challenging alpine roads. Incidentally, my dad has acrued 9 penalty point where as mums license is clean. So, on long non-stop journey's from London to Austria or Italy my father would bore the teeth from our gums by playing his Simply Red or Genesis collection. Mum would brighten up the journey by playing these amongst others while my dad sulked. We sang along. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J8LmTaVrPl8 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sLRRdE6jUdY

My mum listened to all the best music. 50/60's rock mainly.