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Ah! I see. So if Tom allegedly enjoys a cruise does that make him a player of the pink oboe? I think we should be told don't you? Come out of your closet dear, you're fooling no one but yourself.

I'm not sure, could be the whiskered sort but please tell me what is the Katie Holmes variety?

Good grief! Is that what it is Polly. If only I'd known. And what's more I'd like to know what a PITA is too, seeing as I read the Indy as well, well the Sindy actually, but then I read the Daily Mirror and the Metro too, that way I get a good cross section of the news. By the way I think you'll find most of the clientele who used to drink in the ED boozers in the old days you'll probably find most of them up at the Plough or the Castle and probably the British Legion club in Barry Road, none of which appeals to me and I've lived in Dulwich most of my life.

I wandered past Franklins last night and it was pretty much empty, which is a pity as I quite like it there myself and the Bishop I find is usually choc-full of Claphamites and yuppie scum but I fully agree with your comment on the Herne. I preferred it when it was a dump and full of plebs but at least it had more atmosphere then.

Is that the royal "we" Mockney? Heaven forbid I haven't been into the Gowlett since the Stone Age. It used to be a real dive but I've heard it has now changed beyond compare.

Ant Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Just got the new Maximo Park album. It's not bad. > :) Does that mean it's not good either?

I slipped into the Palmerston early yesterday evening for a quick snifter or two only to be confronted by a bunch of suits, so I got the hell out before they started playing with their Crackberrys and headed for the Drum only to find it shut (again), strode down to the EDT with a very determined stride as I was getting thirstier by the minute to catch the first half of the Chelsea match and it seemed to be packed with the sort of people who will probably be supporting Manchester United next season. Caught the second half in the Magdala which was packed full of oiks but I quite like that as I am a bit of a low life myself. I suppose I should have gone to Inside 72 if I'd wanted to mingle with the hip young arty types but I'd had enough by then and needed the sustanance of a Chinese takeaway.

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I most certainly did Madworld74 and I must say I am a little frayed around the edges this morning but it was worth it.

I saw her last night actually being hotly persued by the three beards along Lordship Lane.

Dear Spymum, I think he meant he was bored with the little squabble he was having back there. Or maybe bored from too much resting. Who can tell?

Yup, I sure do Madworld74. I love a drinkypoo and seeing as the sun is out I think I'll be joining you for a glass of the old vino or two. Life's too short. Let's get lushed.

Oooooh! Bitchy bitchy.The claws are out.

Good grief! Is that really what the good people of ED are reading? That must account for all the estate agents clogging up Lordship Lane then. Also, I may well be an arty type that is also a wage slave Domitianus. I just happen to be well read that's all.

Cheers Keef, quite right too. I'll drink to that.

Sorry to disappoint you SimonM but the lovely Ms Barker lives just around the corner from me. Better luck next time.

Who gives a shit anyway. Work is the curse of the drinking classes.

Nick Hancock used to live five doors down the road from me but he moved back up to Stoke a couple of years ago.

At a rough estimate I'd say about ten or 15 years ago.

It's seems to have been there forever and I know it looks a bit like a small pub but from what I can tell it may have been used as an off license but I can't be sure of that.

Hmm

Jimmy Nesbitt used to live in ED but is now a resident of Herne Hill. I could tell you the road but you wouldn't want to go there now would you?

A woman was sitting in a restaurant enjoying lunch with her girlfriends when an exceptionally tall, handsome, extremely sexy young man entered. He was so striking that the woman could not take her eyes away from him. The young man noticed her overly-attentive stare and walked directly towards them. Before she could offer her apologies for being so rude for staring, the young man said to her, "I'll do anything, absolutely anything, that you want me to do, not matter how kinky, for ?100, on one condition." Flabbergasted, the woman asked what the condition was. The young man replied, "You have to tell me what you want me to do in just three words." The woman considered his proposition for a moment, withdrew her purse and slowly counted out five twenty pound notes, which she gladly pressed into the young man's hand. She looked deeply into his eyes and slowly, meaningfully said, . # # # # # # # # # "Clean my house."

Well, I remember getting out there. Handy for the pub though. Could have a pint in your hands within seconds.

It was the last stop for buses going only as far as the beginning of Lordship Lane. Once they had unloaded their passengers the bus would drive around the corner and come to a halt at another otherwise "dead" bus stop behind the EDT before starting the journey again in the other direction.