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Hi Eileen. I think what you're doing with Peckham Vision is great. What would you like us to discuss?

Marks and Spencer seem to have discontinued my favourite salad. First yoghurt, now this.

I did once - it gets everywhere!

Longboy Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Cheese toasties?! Wht are you talking about you > daft moo. I assumed your calling Jeremy "a right Gary" was some kind of rhyming slang. Unless you are too young to remember the Breville sandwich maker, the fact that you were unable to keep up suggests that you, not I, are the intellectually challenged of the two of us, and as such, the "daft moo".

Moore - whore? Lineker - whinnyer..? Neville - cheese toastie? Ooh, me, me, I know. Moore - bore! I agree - sleeping with the wife of your best friend can be a massive yawn.

That sounds delicious. I'm dukanning before my holiday and scrambled egg with smoked ham is considerably less good than anticipated. Dukan saps the lifeblood from you. Then M&S covers you in low fat yoghurt.

Marks and Spencer will not compensate me for yoghurt on my top. I will be taking this higher.

I've got yoghurt on my top. I have complained to M&S.

What maxxi said, with bells on. Only not because "haitch" drives me fucking bonkers. But "could of" is worse. Stop doing both, please.

And have a great botox doc.

People being prepared to pay a reasonable price for their groceries would help the farmers too.

Well, do you know, I was until I watched that programme for the 36th time - the bodyguard coulda killed him you know. Didn't though.

Yeah, I find that whenever I'm ill, and have soup on the sofa and think a bit of Yesterday would be just the ticket (there's always some 6-hour Catherine Cookson thing on with Catherine Zeta Jones and people you recognise from award-winning, critically-acclaimed BBC dramas), I find that in fact, there IS no Catherine Cookson. Only Hitler's Bodyguard on an endless bloody loop. I swear they must play it at least twice a day. (stil haven't watched it though)

Jeremy Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > What would we fill all those cable TV channels > with, if there were no Hitler documentaries? Ahem, Jeremy. Two posts above yours..?

Heh, Otta me too. And Smith-Harris, sorry, I wasn't meaning to be argumentative, or deny your right to huge gay get-togethers (hey, come to the Gardens - that's where I live!) I have a personal bugbear about everyone in ED always wanting everything on their own doorstep - like every kind of restaurant or shop under the sun, and your request just struck me as super-specific (lesbian, same age, local). My point was really that I'd made friends with all sorts in East Dulwich, and not one of them ticks all the boxes I might have set out when I moved here (hmm, maybe ANY of the boxes..?), but they're all kinda spiffy. Anyway, hope you have lots of excellent evenings.

Support who? And what's with the exclamation mark?! "Farmers' unions say Asda and Morrisons, who are both supplied by Arla, do not ensure farmers receive a sustainable milk price. They also single out the Co-op." http://www.guardian.co.uk/business/2012/jul/20/dairy-farmers-protest-price-milk?INTCMP=ILCNETTXT3487

womanofdulwich, have you read anywhere that you SHOULDN'T buy your milk from Sainsbury's? I'm not sure why you're asking, because he supermarkets named and shamed were Asda, Morrison's and the Co-op. Milk production ppl stands at around 30p - Sainsbury's pay 30.56 ppl - so yes, you can buy from Sainsbury's (and maybe avoid the Co-op..?)

Well, without him, there would be no "Hitler's Bodyguard", and Yesterday would go out of business.

Smith-Harris Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > I have lots of straight friends thanks I'm not sure you meant it that way, but that does come across as though you're saying "I have ENOUGH straight friends thanks". To be honest, I'm with Otta: your OP read to me like you were only interested in making friends with lesbians. In the area that I live in, I have like-minded friends based variously on musical taste, love of pig meat, ability to consume vast quantities of booze and drop some legs, pretty dresses, filthy humour, willingness to help out in a crisis and sheer, unbridled gluttony. I didn't choose any of them because of their sexual orientation. I'm pretty sure that you didn't mean it that you only want to be friends with lesbians, but that's how your post came across to me too, so there's no need to get snippy with Otta.

Wait, Hitler had a son??? Has Yesterday been told? Is he in hiding, biding his time til he stakes his claim for world domination? But organising flames on the side?

I have a new pair of orange wedge high tops. Now that might seem a very materialistic statement, but it's what they represent that makes me happy. Non-stop dancing: I can dance dance dance without the crippling pain that oftentimes besets me when I try to boogie all night in 5 inch heels. And I don't have to take a taxi home as I can run away from murderers in them. And they're ORANGE. And tomorrow I'm going to wear them to a wedding with a very snazzy hat (and perhaps something in between). I'm trying not to dance dance dance round the office, as I'm freelance, and that kind of thing's frowned upon.

Oh, sorry then. No jeunes filles a la bicyclette for you.

I feel compelled to ask whether people genuinely feel guilty about taking pleasure in biscuits, or drugs, or sex. Because unless it's sex with children / animals / your best friend's wife (I'm looking at you, Gary Moore); cocaine (ethically unconscionable); biscuits made by little people in sweat shops, where's the harm? Throw off the shackles: pleasure makes you happy. Unless you're catholic. In which case, you're fucked ed.

Are you a boySam or girlSam? Not being sexist, but if you're a girlSam, have you heard of the Breeze Network - aims to get more women cycling by linking them up with other women to cycle with: https://www.facebook.com/#!/BreezeNetwork

Hell yeah. Put your boots on, put your coat on, and go and splish splash. Worked for Gene Kelly...