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Thanksn i'vemet-Jimmy. I know a few lovely Polish girls and it may come in handy sometime in the near future, hopefully.

Nothing personal blinder999 and sorry if you were offended. Just found it a bit odd that you lived across the road from a pub for three years and never ventured inside. I used to pop in there very infrequently on an evening and found the people in there very friendly and I always had a good time but I don't think even I've set foot in there for about three or four years.

Darling Tillie I'm afraid I can't make the Dog today as I'm off to see some young ladies in the wilds of Kent later on this afternoon. Back Monday though.

Blimey Tillie, terribly sorry, did I have the beer goggles on? You know I think you're gorgeous but if Mr Trotter was to find out I don't he'd be best pleased.

Oops, my mistake. Anyway, record shop, record shop, record shop.

Indeed the EDD was a cafe and I think the record shop was where Ralon is now if my memory serves me well. Yeah! a Rough Trade or an Honest Jon's would do me thanks.

I agree with you Keef but unfortunately class distinction and snobbery which I find absolutely abhorrent still exists.

I seem to recall that the HSBC next to Barclays on Lordship Lane WAS a NatWest until it was taken over a few years back.

There used to be a great little record shop a couple doors up from the EDT. Could do with one of those now!!!!

Would you be so kind as to translate Yestesh Pienkna for us I'vemet-jimmy, you never know it might come in handy.>:D

Escape by Calvin Klein if you must know.

Yes, I'd forgotten about her. She's a very pretty girl.

You've hit the nail on the head there Parker's Folly. Fancy living across the road from a pub and never setting foot inside it's portals. Class snobbery indeed.

Yes, lovely she certainly is and I'm sorely tempted to try my luck there but wonder if she has a boyfriend?

I quite fancy the Czech girl who now runs the EDT. She's got a fabulous figure and I feel that underneath the gaze of those hornrimmed glasses she wears lies a demure and alluring beauty. Also, there's one or two girls who work at Inside 72 who are very nice and I should put in a mention for Sam who occasionally works in The Drum, but then she's a mate. And Crystal Clear there is nothing sad about being single. Enjoy your freedom while you can and remember variety is the spice of life.

Barcelona was never a pub. It was a burger joint for a while but before that it was a chemists.

Bob you're such a bitch. I smell lovely thanks. I've certainly never had any complaints. And I think I'd remember if I'd ever been suckered in by "Our Enery". Splash it all over indeed! How very dare you.

James and Bob. I seemed to have touched a bit of a raw nerve with you two yesterday. If you feel I have in someway offended you then I apologise sincerely it's just that I've never felt the need to wear "perfume" as you put it (I'm fragrant enough as it is, thanks) and moisturiser just doesn't enter my vocabulary. And, I'm confused too, why does your face hurt Bob?

It was the sports ground pavillion on the right hand side along Gallery Road before Belair Park. Coghlan went to Kingsdale I believe. They also had some early gigs in the Uplands apparently. Rossi's dad lived on Barry Road and indeed one of my friends once owned one of Rossi's old flats, which was above the co-op funeral parlour on Lordship Lane, where he lived for a while in the late 60s/early 70s. I once saw Rick Parfitt drinking down the Dog about ten years ago. Also the Stones and the Who played at the old cinema/theatre which is now a Weatherspoons in Forest Hill in the early 60s.

With you there Polly, thanks for sticking up for us straights. I'm fortunate in having lots of "girlfriends". I'm in touch with my feminine side and I'm always there if a friend needs to talk as I'm a good listener but I'm definitely not a metro or a gay, although I can camp it up with the best of them. I'm a man, I'm clean shaven, don't wear aftershave unless someone buys it for me, which is rare, and I certainly don't moisteurise. I'll leave that to the vain and narcissistic amongst us.

Alas, you're probably right on the money there Ted.

I used to love popping in there now and then for a late four or five and skanking to the reggae and tucking into some jerk chicken. I'd not been there for some time and had no idea it had even shut down. What a shame.

Come on Snorky, out with it, you've got us all in suspense.

snorky Wrote: > The landlord looks them up and down and asks " Who > the f*ck are you lot ?" Sounds like Reg who owns the Magala and the Palmerston.

Try rubbing the dog owner's face in it. That usually does the trick.