Jah Lush

He lives nearby but... Oh! I can just see Dulwich Mum now loading her Chanel handbag with a housebrick and marching off with a very determined stride towards the Lido.

Top Ten Bands The Rolling Stones The Faces Velvet Underground Iggy & The Stooges Sex Pistols Primal Scream The Who The Kinks The Upsetters (both of 'em, Little Richard's backing band and Lee "Scratch" Perry's)

A random selection of top ten drinks Jack Daniel's Draught Guinness Timothy Taylor's Landlord Shot of Tequila Silver, with salt & lemon shenanigans Mount Gay rum A good vintage Armagnac Chateau Marguaux Tinned Red Stripe Lager Cote du Rhone Villages Cabernet Sauvignon.

Yes, the lady in question is one of sharpest and funniest contributors to this forum. I can only presume she is on holiday.

Ha! I was wondering when someone was going to bring up the dreaded C word again. The middle classes in general I have found to be as tight as two coats of paint. But let's put it this way, CitizenED's post got it about right IMHO, although in my experience and I have friends who are extremely rich and friends with absolutely nothing but on the whole it's the latter rather than the former who I have found to be more generous with their time, money and spirit. And if I can quote the late Jeffrey Bernard here "you meet a better class of person in the gutter."

Blimey, *Bob* you've turned into Mr Lovepants.

Ah! Hunter S Thompson...always good, always entertaining and hysterically funny. Well done Android17 I applaud your good taste.

Yes and that's why always I'm skint. Spare enough for a cup a tea guv?

Indeed Brendan indeed. But, I've just been thinking perhaps we could open another church in Peckham that worships at the alter of Boots The Chemist. Free prescriptions for all who join hands in praise of the almighty Boots.

James, he's definitely joking...about Boots closing that is. However if you ever feel the need to join a church perhaps you'd care to join myself and others in worship at the Presleytarian Church Of Elvis The Divine.

Well, now let's not get personal Louisa, although I do have a penchant for silliness, but if you do bother to take a look at the other celebrity/famous threads it would seem that anyone who has appeared on the goggle box these days, whether they have a talent or not - see any "reality TV" or questionable "talent show" is now deemed worthy of their 15 minutes of fame and your Mad Lizzie certainly had hers otherwise you wouldn't have recognised or mentioned her in the first place.

In that case it's on the wrong thread. See Famous Faces or Celebrities in East Dulwich. Then again the 80s (dread decade)and "fitness face of TVAM" makes me squirm somewhat. I speak as man who takes a more Buddhist approach to morning exercise, which to the untrained eye looks rather like a large man sitting in bed drinking coffee and smoking a Marlboro Red.

Who may I ask is Mad Lizzie?

My dear Mockney, me a weekender? I don't bloody think so. The efforts I've put in over the last four decades must surely deserve a mention in dispatches. Anyway the likeness to me on page 18:- see druggie in a straitjacket - is uncanny.

Oh! Mockney, I'm deeply shocked and rather disturbed that you have made the assumption that I may have enjoyed a recreational pharmacuetical or two. Remember kids drugs are for mugs. Just leave 'em to us grown-ups OK.:))

Two men in an airport bump into each other. The first man says: "I can't find my wife." The second replies: "I can't find mine either, what does yours look like?" "Well", the first man replies "she's 5ft 10ins, blonde, big boobs, wearing a mini skirt and high heels. What does yours look like?" "F**k her," says the second man, "let's look for yours."

What I can't stand is people taking shit loads of drugs and not giving me any of the bastard stuff!!!(6)Grrr!

*Comes back through the bar door* *puts down gun after failing miserably to find any parking attendants to kill or seriously maim* *Feels a bit sheepish and silly as knows that mindless violence never achieves anything* *seeks solace in a bottle of Margaux '61* *Anyone care for a glass?*

The power of positive drinking.

Comes out in sympathy with Brendan *takes huge swig of Rebel Yell from bottle* *loads pump action shotgun and goes looking for fascist car park attendants*

So if grown-ups reading childrens books is a little infantile surely anyone reading Jordan's book is a total moron. Answers on a postcard please.

No problem, Sean *starts doing wild windmill slashes at guitar a la Pete Townshend* *sings *I'm the world's forgotten boy the one who searches to destroy* Notices Tatiana has brought some equally gorgeous and buxom friends with her today* *Hopes that luck is changing*

Grrrr....I hate Mondays got to let off some steam. *plugs in '58 Telecaster to battered old AC30, switches it up to 11* *tears into opening riff to The Stooges Raw Power* *leers lasciviously at the gorgeous Tatiana* *starts to feel better already*

Finally popped into the Sea Cow for the very first time on Friday afternoon where I had Haddock and Chips and mushy peas washed down with a very nice bottle of Macon Village. Very nice indeed, couldn't eat all of the chips but polished off the vino no problem. Will definitely be going back soon as I want to try their Red snapper and Sea Bass.

Sorry, but I'm defintely with *Bob* on this issue. Grown ups reading childrens books shouldn't be allowed especially on public transport. Read a proper book, you're not a child anymore, get a life FFS.