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The Endurance in soho has a good one - though you fare best if you get in there mid afternoon to be sure of hearing your tunes I remember when the lord palmerston had a jukebox (although it never seemed to work) but i haven't seen any others locally

I was at an entirely different party - in east sheen it seems - and the world is an altogether lovelier place right now

Well if you're going to mock me... Heh, brilliant, will be there

Been working like a loon and no internet at the mo, but am very keen on the edt edinburgh previews Can i just rock up to the edt or is it tickets in advance only? And do you know how much, what time etc. Must get back online

man oh man I'm so excited. anyone else I should look out for? don't know how I'm going to fit it all in. is it sad that I'm really looking forward to the literary tent too - can you tell me what happens in there? I can't imagine dancing to hanif kureishi...

I think that's a bit strong. After all, Woodie knows he's not a perv peeking under cubicle doors, but does the barmaid? Woodie, did she apologise when you explained what you were doing? You didn't say what her response was when you put her straight. I'm sure you must have done rather than just come on here to slag them off. She may have seen all you dads going to the toilets with your little ones, but did it necessarily register? Other people aren't always as aware of us as we might like to think. Really do think this is poor communication on both sides and no cause for a public hanging.

Woodie, sorry to be obtuse here, but are you saying that the bar maid understood the reason you were going into the ladies and still told you off. From your post (and the questions you suggest may have been going through her mind) it comes across that she didn't know. Given that, couldn't you have told her in advance, or indeed asked for her help? As a non-parent, i have to say that my first thought on seeing a bloke going into the ladies toilet would not be, oh he must be looking for his daughter. I might (and probably would) think any of the thoughts that you attribute to her. What happened when you explained? I'm not saying you're at fault here, but i don't really think she is either. I just think next time you need to go into the ladies, letting someone know is going to avoid similar misunderstandings.

And a poetry tent. You should Sean, you should

I'm going to latitude (and very excited) and not sure about how I'm getting there yet. my mates are on holiday, so will find out and pm you when they get back next week if that's ok

great thanks guys. sadly my laptop is kaput which is why I can't access at home so will give the library a go, or gatecrash a mate's office

Sure there's a thread on this already but am on blackberry and cannae find. Is there comfortable internet access somewhere in ED - my internet's down and our office is out of action tomorrow - so may need to be in there for a few hours...

and i don't think I've ever waited 40 minutes for my food in france

sweetgirl Wrote: > im sure if you were in my shoes you wouldn't be > happy about it.......... I agree sweetgirl, I really wouldn't be too happy about it. What has been done on a practical level in terms of contacting the council / police etc? I think the point that everyone's trying to get across is that a lynchmob shouldn't really be the first course of action, but maybe that's really not what you had in mind..? Have all responsible citizen routes been exhausted? (I would have thought at the very least that these people deserve an ASBO, though I'm not sure of the efficacy in preventing their continuing to hurl abuse at all and sundry). Then if it's the case that they need to up their medication, something can be done. If it's the case that they're a bunch of arseholes, then I would suggest that the police are probably best placed to deal with things. If it is a case of all the EDFers getting together, then it should be a concerted effort to make complaints to the council and the police and have something done about it. Running people out of town isn't really the done thing.

Thunder Road: you ain't a beauty but hey you're alright. Was at the Emirates stadium last night. Bruce is The Boss of me

And i third that - absolutely hilarious MP - a post of rare beauty As for tedious nature of subject - surely a tongue in cheek riposte to the ugly-women comments of late is not unjustified. It may be no more original than say, Clapham, overpriced cakes, class warfare, but that's the forum way

I'd eat the little lambs that had eaten the ivy (kids too, and does, but i don't dig on horse)

That's right - poetry only for the bourgeoisie The working classes are too busy with colliery bands (lord love scargill) and eating battered sausages (god bless aunt bessie) to waste their time with such effete nonsense as literature

I'd tell him chin up, stick to your principles (that's why i love you) smile more and perhaps wheel out the missus - in this age of personality politics you've got to play the game

Well there's to the point. Of course it matters, but skill matters more - nobody likes a bruised cervix

I think my standards ARE slipping - I haven't seen real live men (apart from the minions) in days. that glint looks very appealing, but yes the outfit is pretty hideous. the chest rug though, now that's something nice to run your fingers through

ratty Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Is this not really a cleverly disguised thread > about dogging? > > I hear Cox's walk is the place btw! bugger, rumbled

I'm so excited - gaudy tat in East Dulwich. how did they get past the style police? i haven't seen it yet - is it just shoes, or did the boutique really extend into other (perhaps more boudoir-themed?) items?

am I deviant that I actually find this a rather dashing look?

LOL, Louisa that's priceless. I think what everyone's been saying is that they know they're getting something that IS better. frankly, none of us need to wear nice clothes. we could wear a sack with holes cut for the arms. and we don't need a comfortable car - we could buy a cheap one that would still get us from A to B, but it might smell a bit and one of the seat springs poke us in the arse. and we don't need films (when there's tv) and literature (when there are tabloids) and music (when we could whistle). No we don't need them, but hurrah that life affords pleasure, and one such is eating delicious food. I like to spend all my money on high class rent boys, but why should I when I could pick up out of towners from the Bishop for nothing. WHY? because they taste better and I can. *I made that last bit up.

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