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Very smooth, A1 for effort. I wasn't off to the gym, though. I was off to the pie shop! Ha ha ha!

I AM NOW!!! :-$ (p.s. you looked very cheery this am heading of to work)

KK, I don't think it's as exciting as it is creepy. Even I have to admit that. :-$ You know when something nags at you, like the name of a long forgotten band, and you cannot get on with anything else till you find the answer. I saw her a few weeks ago and I spent a day thinking I was imagining it, but then again, I was sure I wasn't because I am very good with remembering faces (crap with names). I forgot all about it, till this Sunday when I walked passed her again on LL. She's quite tall and brown and gorgeous ringletty hair... oh god, I DO sound like a stalker. :-S http://images.elfwood.com/art/e/j/ejnermark/swampmonster.jpg

Summer = HAPPY VBC Can't wait. And technically, winter is over as the days are getting longer! YAY! (Always the optimist)

Tony.London Suburbs Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Thinly veiled "Girl owes me money from Brum" > thread and I wanna get my readies back with > interest..... Oh you have foiled my plan!!! It's not money I am after... It's my hair straighteners. The fro is a mess!

Ok, so I am going to try and write this without sounding like some single white(brown) female stalker. I have been in ED for nearly 9 months now from moving down from the Midlands. The reason for me posting is that I keep seeing a girl in ED that I am abolutely sure I went to Birmingham University with. I know it may sound a bit batty, and Mr VBC thinks I'm utterly nuts, but she's rather distinctive(pretty) looking and I just have this feeling that I am absolutly right and it IS a girl I went to uni with. I can't give too much away, for privacies sake. But I went to Birmingham University between 2001-2004 and studied English and Philosophy. I think this girl studied English too and maybe something else too. Is this you? Do you know someone who did? ... erm not sure what I am actually gonna do if I find the lady in question. I just need to get this nagging thought out of my head before I go mad. ...and prove Mr VBC wrong ;-) (yet again) ... and apologies if this IS you and you are totally freaked out by this thread!

SteveT Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- What do we do when we overproduce? ------------------------------------------------------- Freeze it. Unless you are talking about kids

Tony.London Suburbs Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Do we try and justify our existance and reason for > living by making ourselves believe we have a > higher purpose in life other than to have fun? > > If we don't have a purpose then do you find it > hard to justify why we are alive . > > So do you believe that you have a purpose in life? ------------------------------------------------------- I think it's a trade-off. If you believe that we are the only mammals/living thing with conscious thought, then that comes at a price. We have the amazing ability of consciousness but comes with that is the knowledge that what ever you do/say in life ultimately comes to nought. Well not nothing, but the mere continuation of the species like any other living thing. I'm not saying that's any easy thought to swallow, i'll be honest, it scares the f&*k out of me. But in the same Atheist vein, I'd rather know exactly what I've got and make the absolute most of that while I have got it.

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KalamityKel Wrote: I find that rude in itself. I know it may sound a little old fashioned, but prior to mobiles, I don't think many people would do this while out with someone else. I work in a bar and amazed to find girls (and unfortunately, it's usually girls) meeting up for drinks and then spending the whole evening texting EVERYBODY else, it seems.... Just stay in and text!

Thread: "You have 3 bullets in a gun. Who would you shoot?" I don't know why it's only 3, maybe i'm not as violent as I like to pretend. 1.) Mariah Carey. 2.) 3.) Actually, I think I would just shoot her 3 times... just to make sure.

Could we do the East Dulwich Rasberry Awards too... just to keep things nice and crisp and even.

Amaaaazing No other word... AMMAAAAAAAZING!

Atheist Bus Campaign Goes Nationwide So the Atheists are "outing" themselves. What do you think? A great idea? A way of stirring up trouble? Necessary? Irrelevant?

bon3yard Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Thats horrendous VBC and perhaps illustrates the > yawning chasm that has opened up in your relations > with Sis. I got a Peruvian Chorizo. Yum. Now Peruvian Chorizo sounds more up my street. Sounds great. I know it sound pathetic to complain about a present. I think it's actually more to d with the person who gave it to you. My sister and I are like two peas in the proverbial. That's what I couldn't understand. But hey, i'm sure there's some point in the annals of our history where I got her the shittiest present ever. Probably when I was a broke student and ended up making something out of cling film. :-$

My sister bought me the Little Britain dvd... Not to mention the fact that it's on permanent repeat on BB3/4, But I cannot for the life of me think of a moment in my life where I have expressed a liking for that monotonous codsh!te

Good one Rosie, Talking of books that people buy you because they are "Soooo you!: How to Walk in High Heels, By Camilla Morton, - "the girly girl's guide to practically everything from what kind of shoes and stockings you should wear for various occasions" WTF??? I do hope to read it one day to find out if it has any advice on how to drop friends who think that this kind of twaddle is yuor cup of tea.

Oh my lord, I have tears of joy at some of your misfortunes and tears of empathy at others! This thread has sent me into an asthmatic fit with the amount of laughter, nearly got CPR from Mr VBC. So where's the strangest place you've all ended up after falling asleep on some public transport? Or any other random places of drunken sleepiness? After getting back last night from a shift in the city, I get a 3am phonecall from Mr VBC saying he "was on the bus, but going in the wrong direction" He rang me with his beer logic that it would eventually turn around and go the right direction back to East D. He then asked if I could ring him in 30 mins (after I had been doing a 14hour waitressing stint in a bar) so that he doesn't fall asleep and end up in PENGE like last time. I told him ever so politely to, "set your f***ing alarm you idiot". He didn't. He fell asleep. He wasn't even on the 176 but the 12 and it went all the way up and back down to the depot in Peckham, from where he drunkenly stumbled home and graced me with the mother of all Sambuca breathe and slurrs of "I love you sooooooo muuuuch" Oh the joy! I am a luck girl!

THREE WOMEN, TWO YOUNGER, AND ONE SENIOR CITIZEN, WERE SITTING NAKED IN A SAUNA. SUDDENLY THERE WAS A BEEPING SOUND. THE YOUNG WOMAN PRESSED HER FOREARM AND THE BEEP STOPPED. THE OTHERS LOOKED AT HER QUESTIONINGLY. 'THAT WAS MY PAGER,' SHE SAID. I HAVE A MICROCHIP UNDER THE SKIN OF MY ARM. A FEW MINUTES LATER, A PHONE RANG. THE SECOND YOUNG WOMAN LIFTED HER PALM TO HER EAR. WHEN SHE FINISHED, SHE EXPLAINED, 'THAT WAS MY MOBILE PHONE. I HAVE A MICROCHIP IN MY HAND.' THE OLDER WOMAN FELT VERY LOW -TECH. NOT TO BE OUT DONE, SHE DECIDED SHE HAD TO DO SOMETHING JUST AS IMPRESSIVE. SHE STEPPED OUT OF THE SAUNA AND WENT TO THE BATHROOM. SHE RETURNED WITH A PIECE OF TOILET PAPER HANGING FROM HER REAR END. THE OTHERS RAISED THEIR EYEBROWS AND STARED AT HER. THE OLDER WOMAN FINALLY SAID.........WELL, WILL YOU LOOK AT THAT...I'M GETTING A FAX!!

What do you get when you cross an insomniac, a dyslexic, and an agnostic? > > > Someone who sits up all night wondering if there really is a dog.

Q :Why did Liberachi play the piano? > > > A: Because he sucked on the organ.

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I agree with a MP about how it should be a vocation. But as it stands, bar staff DO NOT get paid enough, nor do we get that much training, come to think of it. As to the Aussies and Saffers in the bar industry, my only thought would be that they seem to have higher bar wages back home and they get more tips (according to those I've worked with). I think that perhaps the slide in standards might have soemthing to do with not getting the recogition for the work they do (tips/decent wages) and even I wonder what's the point. I know it's not rocket science. However, you get paid a pittance for standing on yor feet serving for up to 12 hours straight with 6 deep at a bar when you manager has put on only 3 staff when you should have 6 (money saving genius!). And the most thanks you get is some guy who is so pissed he's demanding that the cocktails he's drinking don't taste the same, when you have been serving him the same amount of cachaca in his Caipirinhas all night. There was a brilliant article in one of the London free papers about all the different kinds of annoying customers that bar staff have to put up with. My personal favourite was a guy who came back with his old pint glass, asked for a new pint and while I was pouring, spent his time vomiting in the other glass and slamming it on the table! Here's something I found quite amusing: The ABC od Bartending: Annoying Bar Customers My, erm, favourites:

A man with a bald head and a wooden leg is invited to a fancy dress party. He doesn't know what to wear to hide his head and his wooden leg so he writes to a fancy dress company to explain his problem. A few days later he receives a parcel with a note: Dear Sir, Please find enclosed a pirate's outfit. The spotted handkerchief will cover your bald head and with your wooden leg you will be just right as a Pirate. The man thinks this is terrible because they emphasized his disability, so he writes a letter of complaint. A week passes and he received another parcel. Dear Sir, Sorry about the previous parcel. Please find a monk's habit. The long robe will cover your wooden leg and with your bald head you will really look the part. The man is extremely furious now, because the company has gone from emphasizing his wooden leg to drawing attention to his bald head. So he writes a really rude letter of complaint. A few days later he gets a very small parcel from the company with an accompanying letter: Dear Sir, Please find enclosed a tin of Golden Syrup. Pour the tin of Golden Syrup over your bald head, stick your wooden leg up your arse and go as a toffee apple