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This is terrible news. Just about all of the pictures hanging in my humble little abode were framed at the Arterie. And a very good job they did too.

My pink half of the drainpipe seperates me from the incredibly fascinating story of your life in all it's minute and tedious attention to detail and was it a Thursday or a Wednesday? Who cares, for if it wasn't so then I intend to be a freak for the rest of my life and I will baffle you with cabbages and rhinceroses and the kitchen and sets of quotations from Now We Are Six through the mouthpiece of Lord Snooty's giant poisoned electric head. So there! all my lunch, Vivian Stanshall

Yes, very good result for both of us last night. Europe beckons for the Spurs again and it's bye bye Charlton. I wouldn't worry too much about the Hammers game at Old Trafford because I think Sheffield Utd will stuff Wigan and, well after the result against Bolton at the weekend I reckon you're pretty safe. Best of luck though, just in case.

My pink half of the drainpipe I may paint it blue My pink half of the drainpipe keeps me safe from you...

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Welcome to the Forum ruffers. I'm on Melford Road too but I certainly wouldn't be seen dead in the Harvester. Awful place, should turn it back into the Grove Tavern as it originally was.

The management at the Dulwich Woodhouse changed hands a few years back and unfortunately since then the standards in the restaurant part of the pub have dropped dramatically. You can still get a good pint though.

If you go back earlier in this post you'll see that the Italian restaurant in question opening up on Forest Hill Road is the good people of Lorenzo's in Crystal Palace who are opening a new branch of their esteemed eatery where the Two Trees used to be and Hurrah! to that.(tu)

Perhaps he was suffering from Gingervitis?

Forget to mention that one, Keef. I can drink all the fishes under the table.

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It will have to be a good thing otherwise it won't survive. The last couple of times I went in there it was terribly disappointing.

Yes, good idea DM. Vote insanity, you know it makes sense.

Probably earlier than that. I lived on Lacon Road, just off Northcross in '86 and I'm pretty sure it was the 7-11 then, can't remember what it was before but you're probably right. The early 80s are a complete blur for me as I was off my tits for most of it.

No, that was a Co-op Keef, surely?

Bad news indeed. Tescos exercising their corporate might again, it's not something we really need at this end of Lordship Lane is it? Man the barricades now!(6)

Just the usual hedonistic debauchery with my fellow bohemians in Dulwich. No change there then. Roll on Friday!:)-D

I would have thought she'd deleted that one from the memory banks, which is what I tend to do whenever Spurs have a bad result. I suppose Mockney you'll be wanting us to do you a favour on Monday night won't you?

I think we should change the name of this thread to Football Supporters in East Dulwich. I think Liverpool are really going to have to go some to beat Milan after watching last night's performance. They were absolutely superb and of course it's always good to see Man Utd get a good tonking. Obviously, I want Liverpool to win the final and if I can quote my Liverpool daft niece here "Done 'em once and we'll do 'em again...we always do it when it matters."

I can suggest that all profits go towards the next EDF jolly-up.

Not for me either. The Vale is a soulless place at the best of times.

Forza Milano! I for one will be supporting Milan tonight. Not sure where yet, but it will be in one of either the Mag, EDT or CPT. After last night's all-England match I certainly wouldn't want a repeat in the final. The first half was especially boring, all long ball and no football. But I'll be backing the Pool to do the business again in the final that's for sure.

Miranda Richardson! now that's a new one. I'm pretty sure we haven't had her on here before. Here's another one who I sometimes bump into (not literally of course) because I think she lives around the corner from me. Waiting for a bus on Lordship Lane - Helen Lederer. Not hugely well known I know but...there you go.

Bet you're happy boy this morning Keef. Now let's just hope that Milan do the business tonight and then maybe a repeat of 2005 could be on the cards. >:D

Err, oh dear, the plot thickens. No wonder you're sworn to secrecy ratty.