bigbadwolf

I neither ask nor tell. To do so just wouldn't be British.

He also looks like a fairytale ogre.

Looks like you've settled in nicely Windom. Welcome to the club.

Hot or cold?

Stush. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QLVoS-kgDaM

My mum also had a herb garden but because they live near a busy road apparently exhaust fumes would ruin the more delicate herbs.

Only one way of setting them straight I'm afraid. TURN THE TAP ON!!!

Hmmmmm......I'm not so sure Sanity girl. Judging by the look on some of their treacherous little faces it looks as though they're engaging in some kind of devious 'sit in' protest. Probably something to do with a change in cat food.

Thanks a lot Quids. I thought you of anyone would be behind me.

Oh well that's just bloody typical isn't it Moos, yeah that's right, pick on me why don't you. All I was going to do was post a few pics of cats and dogs wearing Newcastle United shirts and look what happens!

Ha ha, that was good Brendan.

Ever heard of the famous British reserve Windom?

Sorry to butt in guys but do you lot disclose your vote to firm friends or loved ones? I don't.

Is it me or is this thread just an excuse for acceptable animal cruelty/humiliation. If that's the case does anybody have any objections to me having ago, I must warn you though, it might get rough.

Hello Anna. I have to admit that I don't grow any vegetables as I don't have a garden but when I was younger I and my brothers would often have to help my mum in the garden tending to her small vegetable patches. For her it was a tradition that was passed on from her mum who would grow food in their small Peckham garden to supplement her diet during the war. I've never thought of growing food at home as I don't have the space but if/one day I buy my own property I'd do it if I had children. This is so they know what fresh veg tastes like but more importantly as lesson in where food comes from, not just the supermarket. My experience of growing food is that it requires a lot of effort and most of all patience. You also have to start keeping a much keener eye on the weather. I remember when I was at school there was a massive storm and my mums vegetable garden was ruined and she was genuinely heart broken. Learning about combating pests is another must.

blah Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > pedantic tortology & grammatical fascism. > > how the non U distance themselves from the > unwashed masses In other words, middle class natural instinct. Lower and higher.

I suggest you write to your M.P DM and explain to them the implications this nefarious conduct could have on the image of Wisteria, sorry, Lordship lane. You should also tell them that there's 5 large in it for them as well, you know, just in case their schedule is mysteriously 'booked' on local 'affairs'.

The Taliban had quite an imaginative method of execution. Attach chains to the condemned prisoners wrists and ankles, hook them up to two tanks and then proceed to pull them apart, literally. In Russia you just disappear.

I'm sure for the right price Tony you can have any 'maid' to order.

Did you know the French were using the Guillotine right up until the late 70's.

Is that some sort of innuendo MM? Don't get me wrong as they're great builders.

The title of this thread is pretty straight forward but the content of the original thread is puzzling.

To answer your question, yes, I'm a stalking wierdo. How on earth do you expect me to get to your dustbins if you don't remove the barricade of empties that would make a scrap metal merchants heart skip a beat. With regards to Mikes advice, I've been in a steady relationship for nearly two years now. You were 'alerted' to this thread were you. No you weren't. You found it because you were bored and were having a look at threads that have died out, like everybody else does from time to time. 'Alerted', do me a favor.

Your memory has remained faithful Jah except it's now called Aabashanti-I now. I'm not sure if it's still running, I think it died out in the mid 90's.

'A Burmese legacy' by the Observers Sue Arnold.