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I don't think so Keef, basically it's Dulwich Cricket, Tennis and Squash Club. Alleyns Old Boys is in the next field.

Quite possibly. I grew up Pickwick Road, so it was nearby.

Story in the Daily Mirror today. Booze Injuries Up 28% in 4 years.

Ere' you looking at my bird? Yeah! you, didn't you kill my bruvva? Come on then!!(6) Blockheads Oi Oi!

EDOldie Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Try the Dulwich Sports Club in Burbage Road by > railway bridge. V low key and child friendly, good > bar with real ale in the clubhouse. Now that takes me back. I used to go to these every year when I was a kid back in the 60s.

Popped in there for a swift pint after the rubgy on Saturday night on my way to get some celebratory champers and more vino. Very full in there, why weren't they watching the rubgy? Couldn't believe how much it's changed (for the better). I keep meaning to go there more often, must try harder.

I've never been a regular church goer nor am I a believer but back in the mid-80s when I was living in Herne Hill there was an afro-caribbean pentecostal church at the end of my street where I lived. The sound of the music and the singing was loud and raucous, people were really singing their hearts out. On two or three occasions I actually ventured in and was always uplifted by the soul and the effort that the congregation put into their worship. It sounded wonderful to me.

Trendification (is that a word)? I'm liking it Cassius and you can have first rights on it's invention.

Yes, you're not mistaken, she is a local. I've seen her in the Dog in the Village on a few occasions.

Think it'll be a little closer than that this time Citizen but I still think we can win it despite their clear advantage of having a plastic pitch. Have already booked the day off so I can watch the game in it's entirity in the CPT.

Of course Bob, there were always punch-ups on the Lane years ago and for the most part that seems to have gone and the place is all the better for it but I think what may have happened on this occasion is two big sporting events, people spending all day drinking in the pub. Not that that should be an excuse for such boorish and thugish behaviour. Unfortunately some people get aggressive when they've had to much to drink and ruin things for everyone else.

Ouch! Yes and ouch again. Another excellent evening. Got in at 4.30am and then did it all again last night. So ouch!....Oh! might as well carry on, am stuffing my face and drinking a vat of some very nice St Emillion, rugby soon. Come On you Pumas, sorry Brandon. Slurp slurp.

They can think what they like. F**k 'em!

That's nothing. I'm 49, don't drive, not married, no kids. Blissfully happy without all the acoutrements of the things that weigh you down and ages us apart from a mortage and it gives me a wonderful sense of freedom and irresponsibility and I'm dead happy about it too.

29!!!! HeidiHi? That's not old. Anyway, who cares youth is wasted on the young.

What! No tongues?

Abba (obviously)

The Dulwich Woodhouse, The Clockhouse, CPT and I think the Magdala is childfree too.

Love this band. Has anyone got their new album yet? The Coral Bill Mcall

I'm not sure where I'll be watching it yet but think you might like this. Gingerbread Haka

I was in two scout troops and was kicked out of both of them for unruly behaviour.

A man feeling very depressed walked into a bar and ordered a triple Scotch. As the barman poured him the drink he remarked: "That's quite a heavy drink. Is something wrong?" After quickly downing his drink the man replied: "I got home and found my wife in bed with my best friend." "Wow", exclaimed the barman as he poured the man a second triple Scotch, "No wonder you needed a stiff drink. This one's on the house." As the man finished the second Scotch, the barman asked him, "So what did you do?" "I walked over to my wife," the man replied, "looked her in the eye and told her that we were through. I told her to pack her bags and get the hell out." "That makes sense," said the barman, "but what about your best friend?" "I walked over to him, looked him right in the eye and said 'Bad dog!'"

I want one of these. I don't drive so I'll be employing a 6ft statueque beautiful brunette with large chest and legs up to her neck to chauffeur me around...when I win the lottery that is. Well, I can dream can't I?

Paddy died in a fire and was burnt pretty badly and the morgue needed someone to identify the body. So his two best friends, Ian and Dermot, were sent for. Ian went in and the mortician pulled back the sheet. He said: "Yup, he's burnt pretty bad. Roll him over." So the mortician rolled him over and Ian looked and said: "No, that ain't Paddy." The mortician thought that was rather strange and then he brought Dermot in to identify the body. He took a look at him and said: "Yup, he's burnt real bad, roll him over." The mortician rolled him over and Dermot looked down and said: "No, that ain't Paddy." The mortician asked: "How can you tell?" Dermot said: "Well, Paddy had two arseholes." "What? He had two arseholes?" said the mortician. "Yup, everyone knew he had two arseholes. Every time we went into town, folks would say...... "Here comes Paddy with them two arseholes."

England's greatest guitar God - Jeff Beck.