Jah Lush

You know what? I just knew I'd get stick for saying that. I really am not the neanderthal you may think I am.

All this metrosexual stuff is nonsense dreamed up by someone working in PR on some glossy magazine. They are either incredibly vain, somewhat effeminate men or not quite out of the closet yet as far as I'm concerned.

An ED Arts Club at the Police Station would be perfectly situated, you could also add some rehearsal space and recording studios in there too.(tu)

What pub's that then?

Agree with you there Mockney. They are so overrated. I really liked the first LCD Soundsystem album, but even that was a bit patchy but the second one starts off OK even though it totally rips off Krafwerk and Bowie, especially on the first track. I only like about three or four tracks on the new one after that it really is insipid, uninspired, ordinary and dare I it say rather boring.

Yeah me too. I'm off for a pint.

snorky Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > > Opium Dens ? not that I know of, but they did bust > and close down a crack house a couple of months > back nr Goose Green. Crack house doesnt conjur up > the same romantic images as an opium den does it ? No it doesn't Snorky. Besides I wouldn't take any drug that was named after a piece of my arse.

I agree with you there to a certain extent on the pub front Spadetownboy but I speak as someone who has lived in and around Dulwich all my life. It was a half decent pub once but it also has the potential of being a very good one and surely that would be better than a Harvester?

I agree that a lot of men have some pretty damned filthy habits. You don't have to be "gay or metrosexual" to be clean and tidy and I speak as an unabashed heterosexual. What gets my goat is men leaving the toilet, even after they've had a dump and then not washing their hands afterwards. That is absolutely disgusting. Perhaps they weren't potty trained as kids. I blame the parents myself.

How about a brothel and an opium den? I'm kidding of course, no really I am.

Dear Bleep, there's another thread on that elsewhere if you want to check it out.

georgia Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > A late-night bar yes. Playing 80s music. And a > KAROKE pub!! Go on let's see how many replies I > get saying 'karaoke - no way'... Actually Georgia, it's the 80s music part of your post that disturbs me most. Yuk!

I'm not looking to take the kids anywhere Ant because I haven't got any but what I would enjoy at this end of LL is a decent pub to have a drink in or half decent meal that is within staggering distance of home otherwise I have to get on a bus down to the other end of the Lane or take a stroll down to the Dog or the CPT.

Ant Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- It's dead naff > and the food's meh, but it's also very easy to > take kids to. Excuse me Ant but what's meh? Do you really want to take your kids to a Harvester? With all the space there is there it could be made into a really fabulous boozer, like the Dog in the Village, and it's got an even bigger garden. It won Pub of the Year apparently back in the early 70s and I remember hearing that Richard Burton and Elizabeth Taylor occasionally dined in the restaurant part back in the 60s when it was called the Grove Tavern. I'm sure that sort of place would be far more preferable to the "new breed" of Dulwichites, don't you?

A couple of decent restaurants would be great up this end of Lordship Lane - other than La Moulin of course - and maybe a gentleman's outfitters/clothes shop and further up again close down that awful Harvester and return it to being a proper pub again please and while I'm at it a brewery or someone with a bit of money, flair and imagination could take on The Plough pub too - Goose & Granite! my arse - it's a dump!

LOL. If you say so Mark.

Just to add my ha'porth worth here. I've only been into the EDD a couple of times and on each occasion a girl behind the counter looked at me as if I was some piece of excrement that she'd stepped in on the street. I thought: you can drop the attitude love, you're only a f*****g shop assistant. So I "voted with my feet" and walked out without buying anything.

Probably the Dog Kennel Hill Estate I should think. That's the lower east side to you.

val Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Poppins near to the old Gas showrooms? > Do you remember Jones & Higgins? Indeed I do. Down in Peckham. Used got there with my Mum and Bon Marche in Brixton too. They were considered rather posh in those days.

A right bunch of tosspots.

Tillie, I've sussed out who you are now. We can have a laugh about all this when we next meet in the Dog. Cheers!:)-D

The braying merchant bankers (rhyming slang obviously) who drink in The Bishop.

Almost forgot, spotted in The Drum early Friday evening Sandy Toksvig.

When NASA was preparing for the Apollo Project, it took the astronauts to a Navajo reservation in Arizona for training. One day, a Navajo elder and his son came across the space crew walking among the rocks. The elder, who spoke only Navajo, asked a question. His son translated for the NASA people: "What are these guys in the big suits doing?" One of the astronauts said that they were practicing for a trip to the moon. When his son relayed this comment the Navajo elder got all excited and asked if it would be possible to give to the astronauts a sacred mesxsage to deliver to the moon. Recognizing a promotional opportunity when he saw one, a NASA official accompanying the astronauts said: "Why certainly!" and told an underling to get a tape recorder. The Navajo elder's comments into the microphone were brief. The NASA official asked the son if he would translate what his father had said. The son listened to the recording and laughed uproariously. But he refused to translate. So the NASA people took the tape to a nearby Navajo village and played it for other members of the tribe. They too laughed long and loudly but also refused to translate the elders sacred message to the moon. Finally, an official government translator was summoned. After he finally stopped laughing the translator relayed the message: "Watch out for these pricks. They have come to steal your land."

I can remember going there when it was a Turkish restaurant back in the 70s. Washed the food down with bottles of Buzzbag. Marvellous!