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Just started The Magus by John Fowles, can't seem to put it down. Excellent.

Brilliant! Top choice Sean wey hey! 90s rave up got any disco biscuits?

That's right Keef, if you wanna drink wine, go to a bloody wine bar, this a pub for f**k's sake.

Oh I wouldn't go that far but Johnny's sure proud of his roots Anyway I can't seem to stop pogoing have I slipped into a time warp? Is it 1977 in here? Someone help me or get me another drink ah!

Good to get it off your chest Citizen and while you're at it I'll have a large one too Right! Lets have the Pistols on. reaches for the iPod and whacks on Anarchy For the UK

If you've not been in there yet then give it a go Xanadustar. I'm sure you'll be as pleasantly surprised as I've been on the two visits I've made since they've reopened.

They were swept away by a huge gust of wind late one Friday in May.

I was in there too Brendan or rather on the garden sofa from about 6.30 to 8.45, smoking a constant supply of Luckies and drinking pints of Harveys. It's like having a brand new local boozer to go to. Marvellous.

Yes Bleep, same owners as the Daily Mail, Associated Newspapers, peddlers of poisoned right wing bigotry. Come to think of it though wasn't Boorish Johnson sacked from The Times for making things up. The man can't be trusted.

Don't forget your Equity card.>:D

Golden City has been shut for God knows how long, possibly ten years, way before Sea Cow opened up. I remember when I had a flat in nearby Townley Road in 1980 in was a terrific little fish shop then and I used it regularly. I still haven't tried the Sea Cow yet, perhaps I should remedy that today seeing as it's Poets Day.

Winks knowingly at Sean starts blowing smoke rings sighs...just one of those days mate

Yeah, coz we love Iggy but help yourself James lights Marlboro Red settles in large settee and swigs from marvellous large Laphroig Sean has generously poured. Hmm..thinks I like in here.

On of the finest Islay malt known to mankind...I'll have some that Sean. Can I light up in here too?

Don't hang your head in shame Sean...as usual you are spot on. A perfect riposte.

Yeah LOL Bob, nothing worse than some silly old fart moaning about how it was so much better in the old days.

I'd go for the regeneration verb PK. I've lived in Dulwich all my life and I like the improvements. I'm certainly not complaining. The bars are better and so are most of the restaurants, there's certainly more choice. OK, there are a few "poncy" shops selling cak I'll grant you that but times change, places change, people change, get used to it PK. If you don't like it move...oh! I see you already have.

Eh? yer what pal? Never fooking heard of 'em.

Fasten your seatbelts says a voice inside the plane you can't near no noise engines made by Rolls Royce take your choice ...make mine Majorca check out the parachutes can't be found alert those passengers they'll be drowned a friendly mug says "settle down" when I came round I was gagged and bound ...for Majorca (whose blonde sand fondly kisses the cool fathoms of the blue mediteranean) they packed us into the white hotel you could still smell the polycell wet white paint in the air-conditioned cells the waiter smelled of fake Chanel Gaulois... garlic as well says if I like... I can call him "Miguel" ...well really I got drunk with another fella who'd just brought up a previous paella he wanted a fight but said they were yella' ...in Majorca the guitars rang and the castinets clicked the dancers stamped and the dancers kicked it's likely if you sang in the street you'd be nicked the double diamond flowed like sick mother's pride, tortilla and chips pneumatic drills when you try to kip ...in Majorca a stomach infection put me in the shade must have been something in the lemonade but by the balls of Franco I paid had to pawn my bucket and spade next year I'll take the International Brigade ...to Majorca

A man wakes up in the morning to find a bear on his roof, so he looks in the Yellow Pages and sure enough, there's an ad for 'Bear Removers.' He calls the number, and the remover says he'll be over in 30 minutes. When the bear remover arrives, he's got a ladder, a baseball bat, a shotgun and a mean old pit bull. "What are you going to do?" the homeowner asks. "I'm going to put this ladder up against the roof, then I'm going to go up there and knock the bear off the roof with this baseball bat. When the bear falls off, the pit bull is trained to grab his testicles and not let go. The bear will then be subdued enough for me to put him in the cage in the back of the van." He hands the shotgun to the homeowner. "What's this for?" asks the homeowner. "If the bear knocks me off the roof, shoot the dog."

Yeah, the Plough has a better and bigger garden. Incidentally I was in the Dog last night or should that read outside the Dog for the first time since the smoking ban came in. At 10pm you have to go inside or to the garden part out the back if you want a fag. I stood around with a couple of pals, standing up with beer in one hand, fag in the other, couldn't get a table so we buggered off. Besides, it's quicker for me and I expect a few others to walk home from the Plough rather than the Dog.

LOL>:D

Ah! but you see Mockney, Buffoon Boris is already a local celeb isn't he. He certainly has a celebrity status of sorts that's for sure. TV & radio appearances, celebrity football matches..blah blah blah.

Rolls up left trouser leg....I've got a feeling it already is Michael.

Well, they invented "Friendly Fire." Bloody useless.