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> Jah Lush Wrote: > -------------------------------------------------- > ----- > > I like smoked cheese. You and Anna - deviants.

You're right *Bob* - camouflaged between the stinking bishop and the isle of mull, it lies in wait - and before you know it, you might as well be licking a cheesy ashtray. Disgusting.

Oh my god.

And steve, you're right, I did fail to offer a thought-through response. I do think Brand is funny at times, but he's such a smug, self-congratulatory onanist, that he makes me want to punch him repeatedly in the face. As for you Woof, smoked cheese is an abomination. When did we start smoking everything. Garlic??? Fecking chicken!! Make it stop, and put your tea away while you're at it.

Yeah, but Groucho Marx wasn't a cunt.

ratty, I'd be interested to know how gateway drug is defined - of course, I know what it is generally - but it seems to me a no-brainer that anyone taking class As will have started on the softer stuff. I had a drink before I had a cigarette, I had a cigarette before I had speed, I had speed before I had ecstacy, and only then did I have a spliff. Acid and mushrooms were in there somewhere but I can't remember what order. Which was gateway to which - taboo and lemonade the gateway to ecstacy? Rather than tedious drug braggadocio, this is meant to suggest that maybe there's an element of post hoc ergo propter hoc about cannabis being a gateway drug. Of course you start on the softer stuff - but is cannabis the reason you take heroin, or merely the natural chronology of youthful experimentation?

antihistamine

Yes DJKQ, do you have any evidence to back up your assertion? Gut reaction suggests it's completely false, but I don't know the statistics, so can't back that up. I enjoy a smoke, but I don't remotely do it every day (or every week) and nor does a single other person I know who enjoys it too. I drink an awful lot more than I've ever taken cannabis, same for all my mates.

49 Your Ideas And My Ideas - How We Play Together Aww, Narnia and *Bob*, up a tree...

Hmm, I don't think that's a family album you're thinking of... No, boringly it's just all kicked off, and I been working. Yes, I admit it, I have actually been working from home. I am going to try all of the above, except Mick's idea - too loud, too dancey - I'll try Cracklin' Rosie instead, altogether more sedate.

Put some clothes on man.

My neighbours are having building work done. That's fair enough, but it's really, really noisy and I want to kill them. To avoid going to prison, I thought I might try putting music on at a level that, while not drowning out the noise of concrete mixing lorries and skips being filled and spades scraping scraping scraping, at least puts it in the context of something more soothing. But what? I can't find it. Something uplifting but not distracting: not muzak, because that would make me kill myself; no clever lyrics because then I forget what I'm writing; not classical that's all gently swelling then spectacular crash of the cymbals quite throwing me off course; not Jeremy Kyle because then I'll be sucked into a vortex of sleeping with my mother's boyfriend and spending all my ill-gotten on scratchcards and scrunchies. Homeworkers of East Dulwich, help me. What do you do?

David, NO! You just don't get it. Lucas and the FSB guy are so hard that they don't need the suits. No algae's bringing down Lucas John North. Although I'd wrestle him to the ground if someone put a gun to my head.

womanofdulwich Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > I meant the 83 year old woman- people outside of > London would have been more likely to stand for > her. Do you have some statistical evidence for this. I've been outside London occasionally when they let me, and people were no more friendly nor more likely to stand up on a bus. Of course, if you have facts that prove otherwise...

Oh give it a rest Tarot, you tedious fuck.

Talent isn't fair. It's an accident of birth as much as wealth or beauty or brains - and arguably so might be drive and motivation (although that's speculation).

But who designs them Moos? Even in the windows of Peacocks or Ethel Austin, you'll see a nod to the aviator jacket or the camel coat...

Yes, the film was a bit rubbish, but I liked that scene. What was the riposte Moos? And gigi, no, not seen the September Issue yet - meant to, but don't seem to have got round to it.

Tarot, I'm really sorry, but I have to ask this. Were you schooled by Kerouac? Your punctuation confuses the hell out of me: it's wanton in its insanity. Otherwise, as you were fellas.

I need to get hold of a copy of tomorrow's Third Sector magazine as early as possible in the morning. Tried ordering it from my newsagent with little success (although he's still trying). Anyone any idea where is a charity part of town where a newsagent might stock it as a matter of course? Or anyone get the magazine themselves?

And did you see the Inbetweeners last week - excellent bow tie, shorts, cardie combo. The very thing for the office.

Thanks IrishDancer. And Karter, you are correct. I wouldn't want Kate Moss's sloppy seconds.

Emerson, I give you the very fabulous Miranda Priestly (fictional editor of Runway fashion magazine) in The Devil Wears Prada, who puts it so much better than I ever could: "This... stuff'? Oh. Okay. I see. You think this has nothing to do with you. You go to your closet and you select... I don't know... that lumpy blue sweater, for instance because you're trying to tell the world that you take yourself too seriously to care about what you put on your back. But what you don't know is that that sweater is not just blue, it's not turquoise. It's not lapis. It's actually cerulean. And you're also blithely unaware of the fact that in 2002, Oscar de la Renta did a collection of cerulean gowns. And then I think it was Yves Saint Laurent... wasn't it who showed cerulean military jackets? I think we need a jacket here. And then cerulean quickly showed up in the collections of eight different designers. And then it, uh, filtered down through the department stores and then trickled on down into some tragic Casual Corner where you, no doubt, fished it out of some clearance bin. However, that blue represents millions of dollars and countless jobs and it's sort of comical how you think that you've made a choice that exempts you from the fashion industry when, in fact, you're wearing the sweater that was selected for you by the people in this room from a pile of stuff. "

Man I'm hungry.

Mmmm, panda pate. Wonder if it's cheaper than the rillettes in EDD..? As for no skin off noses - for sure, but don't blimming call yourself a vegetarian if you eat fish, and don't get all holier than thou if you drink wine / eat cheese / wear shoes that have required the death of an animal to do so.