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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.

Already been done. Battersea is already commonly known as south Chelsea.

beth Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Plus what about the literary associations i.e. > 'The Ballad of Peckham Rye' That's right Beth and William Blake had his "visions" on the Rye too. In fact I used to go there to pick shrooms so I could have my own "visions". Highly recommended though after a stroll on the Rye is a pint or two in the Clockhouse or further up the road the Herne Tavern.

A man walking along a California beach was deep in prayer. All of a sudden he said out loud, "Lord grant me one wish." Suddenly the sky clouded above his head and in a booming voice the Lord said, "Because you have tried to be faithful to me in all ways, I will grant you one wish." The man said, "Build me a bridge to Hawaii, so I can drive over anytime I want to." The Lord said, "Your request is very materialistic. Think of the logistics of that kind of undertaking. The supports required to reach the bottom of the Pacific! The concrete and steel it would take! I can do it, but it is hard for me to justify your desire for wordly things. Take a little more time and think of another wish, a wish you think would honour and glorify me." The man thought about it for a long time. Finally he said, "Lord, I have been married and divorced four times. All of my wives said that I am uncaring and insensitive. I wish that I could understand women. I want to know how they feel inside, what they are thinking when they give me the silent treatment, why they cry, what they mean when they say, "nothing" and how I can make a woman truly happy." After a few minutes God said, "You want two lanes or four on that bridge?"

Loved the Voodoo penis joke Bagpuss. Gotta remember than one. What do you call a pretty girl on a drummer's arm? A tattoo.

Two Irishmen were walking down the road when they found a mirror in the road. Paddy looks into it and says: "Jesus that bloke looks really familiar." Eamonn looks into it and says: "You eejit, it's me!"

A guy walks into a bar and says: "Gimme twenty shots of your best whisky." The barman pours the shots, and the guy immediately pounds them all down like a madman. The barman says: "Man, I've never seen anybody drink like that before." He says: "You'd drink like that too if you had what I have." "What do you have?" asks the barman. The guy says: "Fifty pence."

I wasn't really thinking about the city of Bordeaux, more the wine region.

Dear Keef, yes Bordeaux is fabulous, especially for the wine, but don't let anyone put you off going to Paris. My brother lived and worked there for a few years just off the Rue St Germain and the beauty of it is that you can just about walk everywhere you want to get to. Obviously you might need a taxi at some point if you've over done it on the Pastis and got yourself a bit lost as I once did but I found their cabs are friendlier and cheaper than our London counterparts.

Keef Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > > That said, I've never been to Paris, and don't > really fancy it! Get your arse over to Paris Keef, you won't regret it. Fabulous place.

Me and a mate bumped into a couple girls from the Lord Palmerston once whilst on holiday in Ibiza a few years back. We met them in the departure lounge whilst having a drink waiting for our delayed flight. Got pissed with them. They were staying at our hotel as well. Thought we'd never shake 'em off. They were nice enough girls but not really the sort you'd want to take home and introduce to your mother and being the young scamps that we were then our eyes were roving and we wanted to sample the local delicacies and the other varieties that were on offer, so to speak.>:D

Or how quickly. I certainly don't want to be drinking something that is akin to a liquid cosh.

Is it worth forking out eleven quid for though?

Well I only starting using this last week and I've seem to have circumnavigated the EDF without much difficulty. Must say it's become rather addictive though.

Thanks for that SimonM, Returned to it's spiritual home. Saves me a trip up to Tin Pan Alley.

Hell no!! Where will I get my guitar picks from now?

Sounds absolutely vile. That's not the Zombie cocktail that I once knew and loved, it's a f*****g explosive.

Eight shots and an Absinthe!!!! Obviously they make them a lot stronger than when I was a young whipsnapper. Ten of those and my pancreas would definitely explode. I'll stick to the Guinness and the odd shot of Jack Daniel's thank you.