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Don't lie to us Keef. I bet you had some tinned Sardines in tomato sauce spread on some mighty white didn't you! Probably washed down with some White lightning from costcutter followed by a poor mans spliff.

Or Sue. The Goose is out! Bruce returns to east dulwich - but not as you remember him.

Yeah, come on you lot! PR is trying to inject some teenage butterfly's into her visiting aunt's stomach and you all go and start making childish speculations about (I'm afraid I had to remove that due to legal advice) and if he's got any (blank) left in his (blank). Grow up the lot of you!

Bloody 'ell. Bob Hoskins didn't get his tit's out as well did he?

It was a shower scene Quids. You do the rest.

Yeah I know Mick but there wasn't any grown up scene's last week was there? That was an awesome catfight between Anna Friel's 'Dee' and the pikey/chav bird.

Next time you lot get paid head down to Waitrose and check out their new ice-cream range. They've got Banofie Pie flavour and allsorts.

Get in there eh fella's! License fee's well spent all round and no expense spared. Apart from Anna getting them out I'm a great fan of The Street. A very crisp breath of fresh air compared to the usual junk on the box. Unfortunately I missed last weeks episode but I heard it was very good nonetheless.

That was probably Quids.

Come again.

The world...has, at last...gone mad. http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk_politics/8159429.stm

Game

PR, forgive me for being cynical but is this some kind of sinister attempt to increase the London Anatomy office's reserves of fresh meat so to speak. I don't mean to be rude but I can't but help think of a Venus fly trap when I read this post.

Jeremy Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Thinking of bringing your Shamen records along, > lenky? Show the kids how it's done! Thanks a bunch for bringing some horrible school disco memories back to the surface Jeremy! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e0Mzr_A-Q0I

Phew...thank heavens for Annaj. I was just about to go round and dart the neighbours and sit in a Hazmat tent until Winter.

That still doesn't tell us what colour your passport is Ted.

Not to worry Bob s. Sean's a Bumpkin from the arse end of Ireland so he was probably caught up in the whole atmosphere of the event abeit punctuated by terrifying flashbacks to the barbaric treatment at the hands of the Christian brotherhood school teachers. That might explain why he may or may not have been crying at some point during the event.

Yes Sanity girl, I think that's what prompted Ted's bizarre thread. Still, it doesn't tell us which godforsaken shores he drifted from.

Congratulations Mockney, three cheers all round!!!

I just thought I'd point out how lucky Ted is that there are some more intelligent members of the clique than Woof who've seen this as a good laugh on Ted's part. If I'd started a thread like this I'd have been pilloried and be subject to some very caustic comments. Count yourself lucky Ted. This thread has also thrown up an entirely different subject altogether. "Parents in my country give the young people options" Well, it seems that Ted has been masquarading as an Englishman where in actual fact he's a johnny foreigner! So ladies and gentlemen...from where does our rib tickler hail from? I believe at some point he said he's a Scotch-English hybrid but I'm not sure. If the child of a Scotsman was acting up in this manner it would be beaten black and blue and then be offered up as some kind of Pagan sacrifice to their painted gods. Ted does seem to be acting with a degree of rational which inclines me to believe that some part of his bloodline is indeed of English stock. So, where does he come from? P.s You better not be French Ted!

Each to their own Woof. As you were Ted.

You may also want to bind his feet so as he knows the consequences of failure.

Hmmmm...I'm encouraged by your logic Ted and I think I may have reached a logical conlusion to your son's resistance to traditional Old Country methods and practice. May I suggest you try Electroconvulsive therapy.

A rather Cbebies response to such a Tomorrow's World dilema Woof.

Ted, I'm not a parent so feel free to shoot down my interjection in a ball of flames. Otherwise deflate your chest and take my adolescent wisdom on board. "When should I change my baby's nappy?" "Before or after he's done a poo?" From a practical and pragmatic point of view I'd choose to un-wrap him post dump. This is merely because you can't always predict when your child is going to insulate their shite hammock. If however you and the childs mother are at a crossroads concerning a nappy changing routine then approach an adult who has been through the rigmorale of sniffing an infants arse every time the windows steam up. "He's been diagnosed privately as a gifted baby and I'm trying to teach him to change his own nappy." Although thought provoking, this statement can only be recieved in two ways. 1) You're a Guardian reading show off who's using his childs bewilderment as some sort of warped attempt at getting your child into one of those bizarre channel 4 productions that keep popping up all the time such as 'I'm in primary school and have breat implants.' 2) You genuinely want to challenge your childs mind. This is an honourable direction to take Ted and he may indeed go on to take his maths A-level or Baccalaureate in International relations at the age of 9 but all too often these rare successes of parental encouragement go on to become either international businessmen who wet the bed into their forties or media obbsessed X-factor fodder who end up doing hardcore porn well into their seventies. The choice is yours Ted. All the best.