RosieH

Holy fucking crap. You forget sometimes don't you? I say forget, but it's a learned memory for the likes of many (most?) of us.. A friend was just telling me about a trip to Siberia (voluntary) and seeing three missile silos marked with the names of Canadian cities - Canada, with its bears and maple syrup! Apparently so to create an impenetrable nuclear wasteland to the north of the US should the need arise. There should be more plaques.

I freakin' love the zz top - something to hang onto. If only all gay men looked that way i'd consider a sex change* *I absolutely reserve the right to back down from this when the aspall's has worn off Do we need a gay bar? Pah, what do we need? Not animal print cushions, not poncey cosmetics and certainly not overpriced tropical fruit. But it might be fun. (And an antidote to the brockley - or is it bromley? I'm sorry I'm from the north - types who seem to like a little argy-bargy on the LL)

I just want to say it again, Rice and Peas. Man, I miss that place since I moved down the hill

ahh, pedantry. don't maggots like meat rather than veg? my kind of larvae

I have sniffed Bryan Adams's baguette. I have also been called a slut by Loyd Grossman

Bah. You just haven't earned it yet baby. And you know why? Is cos keats and yeats are on your side, while wilde is on mine.

Quite so. As i have said on a couple of occasions, I am quite the francophile, but anyone who can come on here espousing the arrogance of the english at the expense of the pauvres francais is un petit peu, how do you say, doolally. And I know we like personal experience on this forum, so let me say now, I have lived in France. I love the French. But come on, English arrogance, reallv?? When we are ze stupid rosbifs?? London derby, Manchester derby, sibling rivalry, Moliere, Shakespeare and all that car advert jazz

I'm in

tell them all they can fucking well cunt off the bunch of fucking fuckfaces haha, realise the swear translation doesn't recognise that last word - do you think the administrator will get me (oh and burn the crocs, really. how can you use a judiciously placed "c*nt" when your feet are encased in day-glo plastic?)

well I've just sent quite an arsey email to my chairman two weeks before I finally leave my c**t of a job (with apologies to those who don't like swearing) and am now considering filing away his emails and my responses to launch a constructive dismissal claim. if anyone has any experience / counsel I'd be glad to hear it on PM on the funny front, I did once sit with Ken Hom and a journalist as he told her (while they ate), to the exact grammage what weight of stool he would expect to pass after consuming the meal he had carefully chosen for them both.

You see, we like crocs in ED, we like the White Stuff. We DO NOT like anglo saxon invective *&"?$^&^"?!*&^?$*(&(*&(!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! you keep swearing soldier

hurrah for you james and your spunkiness. keep it up. denounce the croc, reject the white stuff, and just say no to jojomamanbebe. more like you please. and while you're at it, grab yourself a pair of diamante slingbacks from Davina - they're rockin'

KM Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > unless you have seriously bad taste in footwear I > wouldn't bother... not one nice shoe in the whole > shop. The store on Northcross road is MUCH nicer. bland bland bland middle aged shoes on northcross road (correction - in the however long it's been there, I have seen one nice pair). davina may be tat, (although I've said it before, I've seen a couple of good uns) but by golly they're young and spunky. problem is that we folks of ED just ain't. we LIKE the White Stuff. well some of us.

I might be wrong in this, but I think there are a few.antibiotics that you can drink with - certainly when I was on antibiotics for pneumonia I was allowed a drink. Buggered if I can remember which they were. But the issue is with efficacy - can I be an utter dullard and suggest you check with the doctor. Or go totally crazy - forget the booze and get off your tits on smack instead.

I freakin love the cheese eating surrender monkeys and all the ways of the fromage. The fabulous hauteur with which they regard us rosbifs negates any hint of racism. It's more like a london derby or lancashire v yorkshire on a scale plus grand. And they have ze accent tres sexy. Zut alors, ah ave come overr quite unnecessaree...

I'm with annasfield on this one - what was the challenge? I don't like being asked to sponsor people to go on a walking holiday or do a sky dive. Why should i pay for their jollies. That said, I don't like being expected to donate on demand either, even where no holidays are involved.

ha, just realised that tw@t gets re-typed in symbols, but as a 5-letter expletive. i'd previously thought that people were just being terribly prim

I got drunk and sunburnt, though not necessarily in that order. Quite how I managed it in the pouring rain is a wondrous question that only the magical Latitude can answer. Ross Noble was absolutely corking, his conga line the funniest thing I've seen in a longer time than I care to remember. Elbow were brilliantly blinding and I feel sad that Guy Garvey is not my husband. Also fabulous: Pete Molinari, Team Waterpolo, Fanfarlo, Marcus Brigstocke, Frankie Boyle, the terrible camping chair that I bought in the dark at 2am that turned out to be covered in yellow smilies (which will serve me right for being a middle class twat and insisting on a chair at a festival, and also is possibly a karmic thing teaching me not to hate the smilie), the cider Not brilliant: the dreadful, dreadful The Smiths - the musical; the fact that all the Observers had sold out by 11am (how early do these middle class people get up???!!! also see above about my being a middle class twat) Oh yeah, also enjoyed the string of "this festival's so middle class that..." jokes in the comedy tent - Ross Noble's "there's a four year waiting list for the children's arena". I wanna go back. but this time with people who do not bail out at a crucial time on a Sunday afternoon so that I face a stark choice between missing Grinderman and missing my lift home

is this people wearing a breton t-shirt or beret? or someone with a generally gallic air and faint whif of garlic?

I am in The Gardens in an artistic garrett, ok, attic conversion. Lived there for two years now while I try to give up my shoe habit and save to buy somewhere. I love it - it's quiet but friendly - always had nice neighbours. If you're renting from Tilt Estates (or might be Grainger now) you'll get access to the central garden, which is lovely. for more space, Peckham Rye is just over the road. I get all my emergency shopping needs from the shop next door to Locale on East Dulwich Road, or at a push, if they don't have it (whisper it) Tesco. Otherwise a lovely trip down Northcross Road / Lordship Lane will pretty much do you. And the Clockhouse is great for sitting in the front garden watching the world go by. For food, atmosphere etc, think the Gowlett is better, or as others have said, Lordship Lane's just a hop, skip and a jump away. Come on in, the water's lovely...

miket53 Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Does anyone else find this over the top corporate > speak worrying or is it just me.. Worrying - how so? As statements go, it's not aggressive or world-dominatory. You worried for the future of your green shield stamps?

PGC, you're far too posh for the likes of us. I can't go to houseparties since I hocked mummy's pearls: I just wouldn't have a thing to wear, especially with Bunty not talking to me since I spooned with his pa I want to go to an old school house party...

I have been to two excellent house parties in the past month - one of which was in ED. Inevitable result is a few spillages, nothing that can't be fixed with a potion from Farmers. But I think we're generally safe from the worst excesses of vandalism as long as we don't announce our shindig on facebook / myspace. That said, I can only fit about 10 people tops in my flat, so find the back room of the Joiners in Camberwell to be an excellent alternative

You have a point there - even when they know it's solely for their benefit.and not a genuine sapphic moment. Bah, maybe it's time to dig out the fruity lip balm

The whole hetero girl on girl action thing just seems so very, hmm, undergraduate. "Look, look at me fellas, I'm kissing a girl". The "I hope my boyfriend doesn't mind" line gives the game away a bit. Not dangerous, not terribly interesting, but hell, while you're young and lissome,(and this cheesemonger does appear to be both), why not? You'll grow out of it love.