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Huguenot Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > But I thought veganism was well known to be an > outward manifestation of an altogether more > disturbing personality disorder? No Hughie, you're wrong. Veganism is about giving you the wherewithal to fuck the crap out of women.

Thomas Micklewright Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > There was also a mentioned of 'Support Your > Butcher' - did people not bother to do this? > people seemed so keen at the time. What???

Wind your neck in PGC - I'm not being dismissive - I'm just saying that you can hire an animal model from an agency and I would think that Vogue can afford it so that's Jack's friend's best bet. Animals can command a pretty high fee for shoots, and it seems that just getting your animal's picture in the magazine as reward is pretty miserly on Conde Nast's part. Also animal models are trained to be sit still for a picture - having worked with "professionals" and "amateurs" in the past, I can tell you that the latter are a fucking nightmare. So yes, I do think that an animal model agency is the best bet.

If it's for Vogue, surely they're prepared to pay - so your friend could go to an animal model agency...

If your mum lives in Hackney, have you considered Saf in Shoreditch? Never been myself (confirmed omnivore) but I pass it regularly and it looks lovely. Has good reviews too.

red devil and maxxi, your idea of a gourmet feast to demonstrate unparalleled love and desire for your paramour makes me think I picked wrong - either of you single? PR, thanks so much for the kind offer. Sorry, I hadn't appreciated it was a real offer - on this occasion, I very much wanted to make something with my own fair hand, but was just starved of imagination. However, any time you feel like treating me to a truffle, I am game on!

Yeah, hate to add to the voices of doom, but I quit my permanent job 3 1/2 years ago due to the stress and daily hatred I felt for it. After my four months notice period, I had a nice lie in, and woke up to the Today programme telling me it was the worst jobs market in 40 years. Since then it's been up and down - some great contracts, some periods of unemployment, and it's leaner out there at the moment than it has been in the past 3 1/2 years. My last two contracts have been cut unexpectedly short, and because of the nature of the contracts, no more notice than a week. And the benefits system seems particularly geared at the moment to screw you over - you could find yourself without that safety net for a good long while (over 2 months in my case). I think PGC's idea of a flee-fund is a great one. You'll be amazed how much the cloud lifts once you know you're out of there (the last 4 months I worked in my permanent job were the best, because things mattered less, I could have fun at work and even leave on time). The stuff that you hate, you can shrug off with a song in your heart and a dance in your step.

Annette, that does sound fricking delicious - thanks doll. And David, I plan on being far too busy to come on here and tell you how it went!

Haha, David, we're starting with breakfast, which is why I think come dinner time there may be call for pudding!

Wowsers, that looks tremendous - and I am seriously envious. Although to be honest, I could see myself enjoying that lot toute seule! Red meat naturellement, and I have some nice fizz and an excellent bottle of burgundy - but what for pud?

Yeah, and when I say seasonal, I'm thinking specifically of next Tuesday. I'm going to be busy all day, so trying to think of things that can be made (or part-made) ahead of time, but my imagination seems to have all but deserted me. Obviously I don't want to be spending hours in the kitchen once the evening's underway... Any ideas?

Peckham Rye has an unfair bad rep..?

Oh my god, Huguenot, you're turning more into Statler and Waldorf daily. When reading on public transport, music's helpful as it blocks out screaming children / shouty mobile phone calls etc, which can be extremely distracting. Especially once they get in your head and you just end up reading the same short phrase over and over as the rage builds (just me..?)

the-e-dealer Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Then it would be nans's No it wouldn't; it would be " nans' ".

Oh pipsky...

What about the likes of Stylist and Shortlist (and there's a new London mag launching in the next couple of weeks whose name I can't remember)? They're doing very well indeed. I for one prefer my reading not off a screen. I'm seeing article after article at the moment about how our inability to switch off is making us anxious and unhappy. I think you may be an example of what they were all writing about Hughie.

Nicely done Marmattee. Evie, very good idea to speak to your neighbours directly - it may well be that they've called the council to pick stuff up and are obliged to leave things on the street for collection (I've had to do that for both a sofa and a double mattress - didn't like doing it, but didn't have much option). Thing is, if your neighbours read the forum (and aren't in fact Marmattee), then it could be construed as a little passive aggressive to come on here rather than deal with it face to face. As for the bins - oftentimes, they're just where the bin men left them. And Marmattee - you paid over a mil for your house? Can I come round for dinner?

Hoxton

A font geek might indeed enjoy those typefaces...

Nor indeed sentence structure, it would seem.

pannej, you realise this isn't Facebook right, and you're not in the market to win yourself a voucher?

Yeah, go on...

What the heck is a maths show?

Someone will tell you this has been covered before, and it has, but hell, I like to talk about roast meat: Palmerston Franklins Crooked Well (Camberwell)

RLittleJohn Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- all > you can do is sit at home with your copy of the > guardian, twitching curtains, eating hummus and > complaining. Actually The Guardian has very good food writing, so you just take that back, motherf@cker!