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Blimey, who'd a thunk it. The Queen's an Iron. http://www.mirror.co.uk/news/uk-news/the-queens-a-west-ham-fan-416997

Two different schools, Mac.

Popped in tonight. I'll reserve judgement for now. Early days so to speak but it wasn't bad. Got chatting to their wine supplier, lovely French bloke, his twin brother works there too, knows his stuff. We can always learn. Anyway, didn't think much of the menu, not that I was there to eat, so can't really comment on the food. Wines are excellent but can be quite pricey if you want to push the boat out a bit. Not enough ales for my liking and they need to learn how to poor a proper Guinness. It'll get better though of that I am sure. Will definitely be going back.

Tut tut Annette, it's Italian, not Spanish. Let's start again. Giant pepper mills and swirly plaster walls. A signed Italian football shirt. Pictures from the Amalfi coast, Sophia Loren and La Dolca Vita. And a waiter called Roberto.

http://eveningharold.com/2013/11/29/police-warning-over-sinister-clowns-giving-speeches-about-iq/

It's press bollocks. Most of them haven't liked him since his Chelsea days.

All the nice girls love a candle, All the nice girls love a wick, For there's something about a candle Which reminds them of a prick. Ship ahoy, ship ahoy. Nice and greasy, slips in easy, It's a girl's pride and joy, It's been up our Lady Jane And it's going up again, Ship ahoy, ship ahoy.

Hagrid, the service at the Dog has been rubbish since Roy Gleason left at the fag end of the 70s. Having said that I never used the deli.

From their Facebook page this morning. "After months of hard work and huge effort by everyone involved the patch is now fully operational and taking bookings for the restaurant -from today !!!-- congratulations to Keri Moss and the kitchen team for producing a fantastic menu and some truly stunning dishes."

Pubs ain't wot they used to be. Bastard Bunny don't do gastro. http://www.skwigly.co.uk/showcase/bastard-bunny-boozers-aint-wot-they-used-to-be/

Ha ha! Was wondering when you were going to pop up and say "basically cheese on toast", Louisa. But the cheese and baked bean pizza from Iceland line was the icing on the cake. 10/10 ;-)

The Otta clearly doesn't get out enough.

A comedy sketch can hang around too long like a bad smell when you know what's coming. The sort of bores who will go to these shows will know every sketch and word verbatim and probably still repeat them at any given opportunity in a futile effort to amuse the company they are in. I was a fan though and enjoyed their work first time round. I won't be going. I like this.

How do you think I make my money?

Otta Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Terry Jones did say he hoped they'd make a lot of > money so he could pay off his mortgage. Maybe he > wasn't actually joking. > > Still, it'll probably be more fun than a Rolling > Stones concert, and it's cheap next to some of > their tickets! Says a man who has never seen the Stones live. Pah! Seen Terry Jones in many pubs around the manor over the years. Lovely bloke by all accounts. He's owned a house nearby since 1969. Cleese must be skint. All that alimony and wasting money on shrinks. Fuck that. The o2 is horrible and not the place I would want to see anybody.

You were lucky. I only had torso. Me mam would carry me round in plastic bag. Yer namby pamby posh bastards.

Yeah, true dat. By the way is the cookwank shop still with us or has it gone?

This fashion for wingers playing on right if they're left-footed or the left if they're right-footed and cutting in all time is bollocks. You don't have to cut in all the fecking time, get to the fecking by-line and get the ball in the fecking box. Play to your players strengths. You can go either way if you've got any talent in both feet. Grrrr!

Is that you in the pushchair holding your mum's rationing book?

It did. Yesterday's crap defending apart the real problem is not scoring goals. The centre forward isn't getting fed. We have excellent wingers but they cut inside all the bloody time. No one is going down the wing and putting crosses in. Everything is played through the middle and we just run into brick walls. I don't care how much possession we have - going sideways and backwards doesn't get you anywhere - if we're not scoring goals we will continue to drop down the table. AVB has to change his tactics because they clearly aren't working.

Had to be done. Sorry Louisa.

I know. I'm going.

Queuing is what the British do well. An East Dulwich dilemma. "Oh, look, there's a queue. Let's join it." "Hey! What are we queuing for? "I can't remember. Is this the queue for Franca Manca? "No, it's the queue for William Rose." "I've had enough of this, let's go home." "Ok, let's get the bus. Oh, feck! Another queue. Oh well." If you can't beat 'em. Join 'em.

Respect indeed! A proper footballing legend.

I like this idea and I've picked up a few good freebies (mostly books) in the past around Underhill, Melford and Wood Vale in the past but at this time of year with the horrible weather it is not a good idea. In the summer it's fine but if you're having a bit of a clear out in winter use the charity shops or recycling bins.