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A supper club in Dulwich (or East Dulwich) sounds great. I just found this http://dulwichonview.org.uk/2008/05/20/dulwich-supper-club/ but it's a year old. Anyone know any more about it?

Nancy Sinatra (I still know all the words to all her songs) Carpenters Seekers some African drummy music that went (ossa ossa oh, ossa ossa oh) that I can't remember or find, but really miss

I'm 41 and considering another career change and trying to work out what to do with my life.

I wonder how you find all the "regional forums" to which to send the "template".

Bloody pipes. I also believe that water expands when it FREEZES rather than melts, but my hubby now tells me that water expands between 0 degs and 4 degs but he's quite often wrong so let's just ignore that.

I'm crying with shame too at the knowledge I would have probably moved carriage. Please put a plea in Metro and London Lite as well as the South London Press. Your Samaritan deserves a thank you. Thank you SO much for sharing your story and prompting much soul-searching.

I've painted my house number on the box and lids and they don't seem to go walkabout.

I keep having a look at Rightmove and the house prices seem to be pretty similar to what they were last summer, strangely. However, they're not selling, as far as I can see. I think people are simply not getting mortgages at the moment. I bought somewhere two years ago with a 15% deposit and there were over 800 mortgages on offer. When I remortgaged a couple of months ago, a) the equity had vanished so I no longer had a 15% "deposit" and b) even when I put in more cash to reinstate a "deposit" there were only two, yes two mortgages available to me.

If there were four of you in the car going to the O2, it would cost a quarter of what you quoted. If there were four of you on public transport, it would cost four times what you quoted. Public transport can't really "win" if there are multiple people wanting to get aound.

Yes, this happened to me too - was lurking in the hall, dusting or something, card comes through the door saying sorry you were out but I caught the blighter red handed. I said, "you never knocked on the door" and he said yes I did and it went back and forth pointlessly. I KNOW he did not knock on the door. I wonder what they get out of it. Surely it would be quicker to do the delivery than waste all that time filling in a card and then lugging the parcel back to the van.

My point isn't about using prams. Clearly. It isn't even about when TWO prams are proceeding abreast and filling the entire pavement. It is when two prams filling the pavement make no effort to move into single file to allow another pedestrian to use the pavement at the same time. It happens often, actually, and I am fed up having to step off into the gutter without so much as a "thank you" or an "excuse me". Good gracious.

I'm fed up with them. Why can't they go into single file when they see an oncoming pedestrian? And why do they have to force their way into shops with little aisle space? I don't mind prams per se, just a little courtesy to non-pram-pushers wouldn't go amiss.

Oh thank you Ruffers that has reminded me of another thing to be annoyed about. People who can't say "ask" and instead say "arks". What is it with that? Arse-kuh. How hard is it?

Radio presenters who sit too close to their microphone so you can hear their tongue sliming around inside their mouths. The worst is Sally Traffic on R2. Kids that answer back when you're pointing out what was unacceptable about their behaviour. Calling the Nationwide Building Society and having to choose an option that isn't what you want, over and over again until you have to throw the phone down in an unsatisfied rage The trains at Peckham Rye always being a minute or two late. People who lean on the poles in a busy tube so you can't hold onto it so you have to force your hand between the pole and their back and flex it so your knuckles dig into their back (maybe I should pluck up the courage just to say, "excuse me, can I hold onto this pole please?") Never being able to park anywhere near my own flat near the Herne on Sundays. People on the phone saying "bear with me". Chavs. People that drive too close up my rear. The smell of the meat shops near Peckham Rye station so I have to hold my breath when walking past them. The fact that the Co-op on FHR runs out of milk every Sunday night. Sort out your stock levels. God I'm a grumpy old bat.

I found it far, far quicker to ride my bike into the City from here. Not good when it's dark and cold though. I reckon the 40 is a good bet.