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Yes I have. Bus to Forest Hill, then train to New Cross Gate, then tube..blah blah blah. I found that after a while what often happened was that somewhere along the line something would breakdown. The usual thing is train late, then a wait for another tube at NCG, cancelations, points failures etc etc. I also found that if I got the timing wrong on the way back it would take twice as long to get home so I've simplified my journey by taking either P4 or 185 to Lewisham and then the DLR to Canary Wharf. Much easier and takes about 45-50 min and still Zone 2-3.(tu)

Alan, you're such a party pooper. As it happens I'm going to a birthday party this afternoon. Second one of the week in fact. I love a party but then I am a hedonist.:))

A city boy, Kenny moved to the country and bought a donkey from an old farmer for $100. The farmer agreed to deliver the donkey the next day. The next day the farmer drove up and said: "Sorry son, but I have some bad news, the donkey died." Kenny replied: "Well then, just give me my money back." The farmer said: "Can't do that, I went and spent it already." Kenny said: "OK then, at least give me the donkey." The farmer asked: "What ye gonna do with him." Kenny: "I'm going to raffle him off." Farmer: "You can't raffle off a dead donkey." Kenny: "Sure I can. Watch me. I just won't tell anybody he is dead." A month later the farmer met up with Kenny and asked: "What happened with that dead donkey?" Kenny: "I raffled him off. I sold 500 tickets at two dollars a piece and made a profit of $900." Farmer: "Didn't anyone complain?" Kenny: "Just the guy who won. So I gave him his two dollars back." Kenny grew up and eventually became the chairman of Enron. Not quite in line with this thread and I guess it should be in the jokes section but just the mere mention of Enron and I couldn't help myself. Hope it lightened things up a bit.

*Bob*, I feel the lyrics to Common People coming on here. "you'll never watch your life slide out of view."

Kiwis or Aussies for me.

The Fat Cats in the City are raking it in

Which nobody can deny.

Aaah! You're a good and dutiful wife Mrs Mogs. Your husband is lucky to have you.(tu)

But Hungry Hippos Sean? Come on. I'll bring Snakes & Ladders shall I?>:D

I think your husband should stop being so infantile and get a life. Leave toy games to the kids. Reminds me of Competitive Dad from the Fast Show but at least he played proper games.

Yeah probably a nice town house in Camberwell Grove and that's about it for Camberwell, or maybe they'll have a nice house in Dulwich Village but certainly not East Dulwich. Anyway these people earn enough money without their multi-million pound bonuses. I work hard for a living and although still just a small cog in a wheel I contribute in some small way to the success of the company. I expect a good wage but I certainly don't get an over-inflated performance related bonus whether my company has been successful or not. What these City types get in bonus money compared to the rest of us serfs is deplorable.

Canary Wharf...wishing I was in the south of France or the Caribbean, anywhere but here.:'(

Keith Richards and the X-Pensive Winos - Town & Country Club, December 18th 1992. It was great man's 49th birthday and what a night we had. Marvellous!:))

Had mine last week. Scary!

*Peers through net curtains...Ooooh well will you just look at that over the road there, who do they think they are*

Is it possible to perform reiki on yourself though? Fat spliff always works for me.

OK. I see where you guys are coming from about the Stripes but you gotta admit he's a blinding guitar player. Crap drummer though but redeems herself by having a lovely chest.

I can concur with you on that susyp. Si Mangia is already a favourite with me.

Blimey...what happened to that other stag thread? Ooops! Found it, sorry. I'll get me coat.

Fabulous, I know that place Giggirl. It's in Brockley but then I guess it is in the borough of Lewisham. Nothing wrong with moshing at 40. I'm 49 and still don't give a f**k. It's also often used for video shoots. I think Oasis did one there last year or the year before. Talking of whom...'95 at Earls Court, shitty venue but got completely arsed on the backstage hospitality, met Robbie Williams that night too who was hanging with the band before they fell out with him, who came over and bummed a cigarette off me and we got to talking...blah blah blah!

Yeah, I was rather looking forward to seeing Kasabian when they supported the Rolling Stones last year in Nice but the poor bastards didn't stand a chance.

Sean, you're a Bowie freak. Marvellous! My mate who I played in a band with years ago used to own the Dan Armstrong guitar with a sliding pick-up that Bowie recorded Rebel Rebel on (great riff). It was originally Mick Ronson's but he sold it/gave it to Mark Pritchard who played on some recordings for the Ziggy Stardust album and also played on Ronson's Slaughter On Tenth Avenue Tour back in '74 as second guitarist and he also played in a band with may mate's brother who now owns it. Heavy bastard it was too. Trivia, don't you just love it.:)) Anyway, more gigs - Another great one was The Super Furry Animals with Grandaddy in support at the Shepherds Bush Empire. about six or seven years ago. Both bands were brilliant and the Furries played in quadrophonic. Top night.(tu)

Nice one Brendan. Top post. But you don't have feel like an 80-year-old. Anyone with half a brain, who is brought up properly and taught decent manners and to respect other people would feel the same.

Brilliant! Love the stuff you've put in there Downsouth (oh and welcome to the EDF and good luck with WDF). When I was a teenager I used do gigs in the hall/youth club behind St Stephens Church, although I think the hall has been knocked down now.

I hate stag dos. I can't think of anything I'd rather not do. Why is it that so many British men when they all get together to go out on the piss turn into a bunch neanderthal arseholes whose boorish drunken antics give us a bad name the world over. I speak as a man who likes nothing better than going out for a drinkypoo with my mates and when I've been abroad and seen this sort of loutish behaviour it makes me feel ashamed of being British. I'm all for a jolly up but behave yourselves and remember your manners and have respect for other people.