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Bloody hell Mockney I haven't heard that in more than 30 years. AnyRhoda - I love this rocker from Primal Scream and the video is great too. Country Girl

Blimey! It's turned into an early 80s disco in here. All leg warmers and white socks with loafers.

This story is told by a recent airline passenger. My flight was being served by an obviously gay flight attendant, who seemed to put everyone in a good mood as he served us food and drinks. As the plane prepared to descend, he came swishing down the aisle and told us that "Captain Marvey has asked me to announce that he'll be landing the big scary plane shortly, so lovely people, if you could just put your trays up, that would be super." On his trip back up the aisle, he noticed this well-dressed and rather Arabic looking woman hadn't moved a muscle. "Perhaps you didn't hear me over those big brute engines but I asked you to raise your trazy-poo, so the main man can pitty-pat us on the ground." She calmly turned her head and said, "In my country, I am called a Princess and I take orders from no one." To which the flight attendant replied, without missing a beat, "Well, sweet-cheeks, in my country I'm called a Queen, so I outrank you. Tray-up, Bitch!" Life is ten percent what happens to you and ninety percent how you respond to it

I'm a wasted talent and a talented waster.

I love this, reminds me of going nuts, e'd of my tits at house parties back in the early 90s even though it's only a couple of years old.

Plagarised? How very dare you. Work is the curse of the drinking classes. Haddock stretcher.

I've no idea because I have never been but I do own a fabulous pair of dancing trousers. They have plenty of ballroom. (Groans).:-$

F**k that Dom, that's f**king annoying that is.

fish Wrote: > > I am inadequate and unworthy.:'( Stuff and nonsense Fish, you can be whatever you want to be if you put your mind to it. I also forgot to mention that I once played guitar for the Rolling Stones.

May it be bright, happy and gay

Lordship Lane, opposite Moxons the fishmongers.

Brendan Wrote: > > Ties eh? Silly item of clothing. What?s the point? > Perhaps a question for another thread. Yeah! Ties are one big arrow pointing to your cock. Hey! look what I've got down here.

Been listening to The Warning by Hot Chip this week and I love this track:- Over And Over And The Light At The End Of A Tunnel Is A Train by Whitey Non-Stop

I remember back in the late 70s early 80s that a party wasn't really kicking until you put the B52s on and then the joint went apeshit. This brings back many great happy memories from those times. B52s - Planet Claire

atila the gooner Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > I still don't know what I want to do when I grow > up ( apart from despising CSKA Fulham) What? Even more than Tottenham? Are you going soft in your old age?

Blimey, how could I have possibly forgotten this one from the late great Ray Charles. I Can't Stop Loving You

Well said Atila I couldn't agree with you more.

Full-time loafer.

I think it's an excellent idea and I'm all for it. The traffic flow around that part of Herne Hill has been bloody awful for decades. It's not like you will be losing much of the park anyway, just a bit of a snip around the main front gates and the old toilets.

Obviously I'm feeling rather gutted today with the way things have been going on at Tottenham Hotspur but Martin Jol's sacking was always going to happen once the board started courting Juande Ramos back in August. I also feel very sorry for Chris Houghton who has been at the club man and boy since 1977. I'm certain that Martin Jol will have success elsewhere and he will be in great demand. He's an excellent coach and a very decent man. I wish them both the very best of luck.

I am a dynamic figure, often seen scaling walls and crushing ice. I have been known to remodel train stations on my lunch breaks, making them more efficient in the area of heat retention. I translate ethnic slurs for Kenyan refugees. I write award winning operas, and manage time efficiently. Occasionally, I tread water for three days in a row. I woo women with my sensuous and Godlike trombone playing. I can pilot bicycles up severe inclines with unflagging speed. I cook thirty minute brownies in twenty minutes. I am an expert in stucco, a veteran in love, and an outlaw in Peru. Using only a hoe and a large glass of water, I once single-handedly defended a small village in the Amazon Basin from a horde of ferocious army ants. I play bluegrass cello. I had trials with Manchester United Football Club and am the subject of numerous documentaries. When I'm bored, I build large suspension bridges in my garden. I enjoy urban hang gliding. On Wednesdays after work, I repair electrical appliances free of charge. I am an abstract artist, a concrete analyst, and a ruthless bookie. Critics worldwide swoon over my original line of corduroy evening wear. I don't perspire. I am a private citizen, yet I receive fan mail. I have appeared in "Through The Keyhole" and won the Nobel Peace Prize. Last summer I toured eastern Europe with a travelling centrifugal-force demonstration. I run the 100m in 9.65 seconds. My deft floral arrangements have earned me fame in international botany circles. Children trust me. I can hurl tennis rackets at small moving objects with deadly accuracy. I once read Paradise Lost, Moby Dick and David Copperfield in one day and still had time to refurbish an entire dining room that evening. I know the exact location of every food item in the supermarket. I have performed several covert operations for the CIA. I sleep once a week; when I do sleep, I sleep in a chair. While on holiday in Canada, I successfully negotiated with a group of terrorists who had seized a small bakery. The laws of physics do not apply to me. I balance, I weave, I dodge, I frolic and my bills are all paid. On weekends, to let off steam, I participate in full-contact origami. Years ago I discovered the meaning of life but forgot to write it down. I have made extraordinary four-course meals using only some vegetables and a Breville toaster. I breed prize winning clams. I have won bullfights in Madrid, cliff diving competitions in Sri Lanka, and chess competitions in the Kremlin. I have played Hamlet. I have performed open heart surgery and I have spoken with Elvis but I have never been to Bluewater.

I may be getting older but I refuse to grow up.

My suggestion would be the Old Library at Dulwich College followed by a jolly-up upstairs at the Dog (Crown & Greyhound) or in the great hall at the College. Depends on how much you want to spend.

clare Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Bleak House (2nd attempt but I've got to chapter > 15 and I'm off to read it now.....) Stick with it Clare. I finally got around to reading it a couple of years ago and its worth the effort and all the more rewarding for it.

Thanks, I've still got the 9 minute Miss You on pink 12 inch vinyl.