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You know what annoys me about the north: the fact that thanks to the BBC, it's going to be overrun with great soft southern media ponces

SCSB79 Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > What a load of tosh. Can I have your address and > I'll come and stand outside your house and cause > bother??? Come round and cause bother? Grow up. OP didn't say causing bother, he said they were leaning on his fence. v_the_gelfling didn't say causing bother, s/he said "just loitering outside". If someone's causing bother, I suggest you grow a pair and report it to the relevant authorities. If someone's not causing bother then I suggest you get on with your day and let them get on with theirs.

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Fact is, the pavement isn't your doorstep. Your doorstep is your doorstep. If you want a longer driveway, get one. If someone's smoking weed, causing a noise nuisance, leaning on your fence, robbing your house, by all means call the police / Southwark council / the A-Team. Whereas, if you just don't like the cut of their jib, then perhaps you need to be starting with the man in the mirror and asking him to change his ways.

I have absolutely no problem with asking people not to lean on your fence - that's your property and it's fair enough. But I think expecting people not to stand on the pavement is ludicrous. Unless it's a private road, people are pretty much free to stand wherever they want, no? If I were standing on the street talking to a friend and someone came out of a house and told me to move on, I'd tell them to fuck off too. The fact is that East Dulwich is full of houses that have very little distance between the front window and the road - to expect to be able to cordon off the area of pavement directly outside your house, and only allow people you deem acceptable to stand on it, seems to me to be not living in the real world.

Taboo and lemonade. Blue bols and lemonade. I still enjoy a Manhattan, or a snowball at Christmas, or a brandy alexander when I have acid indigestion (so much more fun than a zantac). Clearly I am fashionably retro.

Aw shucks. A little trampy never hurt nobody...

Sorry Quids, but oh my god, my irascible side is coming out all over the place. People want to actually stand on the actual street? On the public highway???? Shoot them the loitering f@ckers. You don't want people to stand outside your house, earn yourself some more money and move somewhere where you can get electric gates far enough from the road that you don't have to look at hoi polloi. Meantime, draw the curtains.

Hell yeah - and a lot of fashionistas are rocking them this summer too (?40 in Selfridges, ?6 down Brixton market) I rather fancy a pair in fetching orange Oh and Jah, stop it. I'm off to Mallorca on Thursday and it's going to be swelegant.

Ah Quids, you always have me banged to rights. :)-D

Hona honey, you didn't know I was being sarky? You're going on my list of "people who really don't know me at all".

Yes, I'm not sure you have a complaint here, other than one of customer services - I'm pretty sure they're not obliged to see you anything at a misprinted price. There've been a few cases recently where supermarkets have declined to honour prices on their websites when there were misprints (those who got in quick were able to get 75cl bottles of vodka for a quid and something else of higher value that I can't remember). Best you can hope for is an apology and maybe a voucher if you play nicely.

I'm going into therapy to cure me of my glib reliance on sarcasm.

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Yep, she's done Dahl's Dahl - it took her back to days of hanging out with the Maharajah wearing nought but tiger skins and rubies the size of her dainty fist.

I think Loz's point (and earlier Daizie's) is a good one. A 13 year old girl is not the same as a 3 year old girl, although it's not remotely clear cut and I don't quite know how I would even begin to draw the line. At 14 I was clubbing regularly and doubtless snogged a few guys who were over 18. At 15, a friend of mine was picked up by a famous singer in a club and went home with and slept with him (graciously he paid for her cab home in the morning). Were these guys paedophiles? I don't think so - they didn't know how old we were. Had they known, I still don't think they would have qualified as paedophiles - they weren't attracted to us because we were children, but because we were lithe young women. What Polanski did was despicable, but I"m unconvinced it makes him a paedophile.

But Jah, we like shouting at the telly.

Quite so - although with fake recommendations this transparent, I end up feeling sympathetic rather than cross.

What does it take to make you turn green Sean? I want to go on the roof terrace incidentally - I think this is an exciting development

hush now *bob* - I'm sharpening my pitch fork...

Where's the criticism Steve?

I think sitting exams can be a skill in itself that doesn't require high levels of intelligence. An ability to write coherently and succinctly, an ability to remember key facts, to plagiarise study aids without being seen to... There was also a strong oral component to quite a few of my exams. Academically I did way better than my brother. But my brother's blessed with a brio and a confidence and an ability to sell coals to newcastle, and I think all of those things have stood him in greater stead than my English Speaking Board exams.

in this house, nothing love ;-)

But there's something very sexy about a man who can do both.

To be honest, I quite like the concept of weaving in some literature with the cooking - food has a great tradition in art in all its forms (and you only have to read Isabel Allende's Aphrodite to start salivating with gluttony / lust). But for all her formerly Rubenesque ways, no sybarite she. You get no sense with Sophie Dahl that she'd like to roll around in her own chocolate cake (unlike Nigella) and she's had a complete charisma bypass from what I can tell - stop playing on your grand dad's name love and go and marry that funny wee jazz man. Sorry, I do seem to have warmed to katie's theme rather.