Jah Lush

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!

An Irishman walks into a bar in Dublin, orders three pints of Guinness and sits in the back of the room, drinking a sip out of each one in turn. When he finishes them, he comes back to the bar and orders three more. The bartender says to him, "You know, a pint goes flat after I draw it; it would taste better if you bought one at a time." The Irishman replies, "Well, you see, I have two brothers. One is in America, and the other in Australia, and I'm here in Dublin. When we all left home, we promised that we'd drink this way to to remember the days when we drank together." The bartender admits that this is a nice custom, and leaves it there. The Irishman becomes a regular in the bar, and always drinks the same way: He orders three pints and drinks them in turn. One day, he comes in and orders two pints. All the other regulars notice and fall silent. When he comes back to the bar for the second round, the bartenders says, "I don't want to intrude on your grief, but I wanted to offer my condolences on your great loss." The Irishman looks confused for a moment, then a light dawns in his eye and he laughs, "Oh, no," he says, "everyone's fine. I've just quit drinking."

Crocs are so last year my little darlings.

Yes please. Yum yum. Best of luck to you.

Nonsense. It's the one day in the year when we should be able to celebrate being English. And I for one feel that we should have a bank holiday to be able to celebrate all that is good in our country without getting all jingoistic about it.

Oh! Tillie is my cover blown? Drat! Anyway, the book is good. I read it again last week just to make sure.

A woman stopped by unannounced at her recently married son's house. She rang the doorbell and walked in. She was shocked to see her daughter-in-law lying on the couch, totally naked. Soft music was playing, and the aroma of perfume filled the room. "What are you doing?" she asked. "I'm waiting for my husband to come home from work," the daughter-in-law answered. "But you're naked!" the mother-in-law exclaimed. "This is my love dress," the daughter-in-law explained. "Love dress? But you're naked!" "My husband loves me to wear this dress," she explained. "It excites him to no end. Everytime he sees me in this dress, he instantly becomes romantic and ravages me for hours on end. He can't get enough of me." The mother-in-law left. When she got home, she undressed, showered, put on her best perfume, dimmed the lights, put on a romantic CD, and lay on the couch waiting for her husband to arrive. Finally, her husband came home. He walked in and saw her laying there so provocatively. "What are you doing?" he asked. "This is my love dress," she whisphered sensually. "Needs ironing," he said. "What's for dinner?"

Only read one of his books before which was My Other Life, thoroughly enjoyed it too, so must seek out some more.

No, but I am a lush. Well, I have been in the past and seeing as it's Friday I probably will be tonight too. You're not really Ratty either are you?

Yes, good service Jeremy. I've been going to Le Chardon for years and they've always looked after me very well in there.