louisiana

Because nobody ever imagines they will get caught. They do not plan for getting caught.

mmmmmmmmm It's also the sound of enjoying chocolate. Or ice cream. mmmmmmmmmmmmm

HonaloochieB Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > louisiana Wrote: > -------------------------------------------------- > ----- > > Bicycle spare parts, alcohol, stamps, fuses, > > shampoo, CHOCOLATE > > Louisiana, a possible candidate for Chancellor Of > The Exchequer, brainstorms her first budget. > Shampoo? About time there was a heavy duty > surcharge on it. The surcharge will going on cat-poo, not shampoo. The cat poo that gets pooed onto my lawn by an evil black feline. ASBOs for cats. And I would of course reclassify Jaffa Cakes and chocolate and chocolate digestives as food, and consequently not liable to VAT. As for my - ahem - candidature, I'm keeping my lines of communication open and wearing my trousers over my jimjams tonight. This will be a night of the long knives and the conspiratorial call may come through at any time. But back on subject, I'd like to see a tea room and ice cream parlour in the grounds of the Dulwich Library. Did I mention that other local essential, proper ice cream, with proper wafers?

I say we storm Westminster and demand constitutional reform. The only way to knock some sense into the two main parties. TINA and business as usual is not on my agenda.

Bets on the date of the next general election?

We could twin with Beijing Upper East Side which is only a stone's throw from Dulwich College Beijing

PinkyB, I think I had three leaflets, and no polling card, and saw no local campaigning at all. Was surprised to find around 17 candidates on the ballot paper. Who are these people?

PinkyB Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > I know, I didn't realise there were no results til > Sunday either. I usually stay up to watch results > come in, but on a Sunday evening I'm usually > tucked up in bed not long after Countryfile. Bah. I shall be tucked up in a tent, and far from a newsagent! Will need to take my trusty mini radio.

Bicycle spare parts, alcohol, stamps, fuses, shampoo, CHOCOLATE

Brendan, there is a history in this country of people wrongly accused and convicted of very serious offences, only to be found innocent years later... Would you really have executed Sally Clark?

MM, divine right meets shambolism. Which way to resolve the dissonance?

A pity no results until Sunday night. Ah well, will watch the council results from elsewhere with interest.

Lizziedjango, you are so right. This afternoon I strolled up to the polling station buried in the Lordship Lane estate (up towards Harvester) and that short parade of shops up there is a little sad. (The one half-decent place is the plant shop but when I tried to buy some pots for potting up was told "there's no money in pots".) I'm looking forward to the Italian caf next to the bank.

I love Boris in the springtime I love Boris in the fall (With apologies to Cole Porter)

Ah-ha, delusional. I like your diagnosis MP.

It's a Volvo truck with two containers. What on earth this vehicle was doing turning into theat road.... Southwark News says:" A lorry driver has been arrested on suspicion of dangerous driving." From the company website: --- "RPS Transport is an East of England based transport company with depots in Suffolk and Norfolk. Specialising in container transport, RPS operates primarily out of Felixstowe Docks for clients across mainland UK. With a fleet of 16 modern Volvo trucks equipped with state-of-the-art tracking equipment, RPS is unique for its size in that it provides customers with up-to-the-minute information about the location of their cargo. As professionals in Container Haulage, RPS believes in raising the standard of container transport services by operating a modern fleet of vehicles equipped with the latest Euro spec engines designed to run in an efficient and environmentally friendly manner." --- Raising the standard, eh?

There's a photo of the road scene on Southwark News website.

ambition and also escaping a two-timing b/f (his father came after me)

Neither

mockney piers Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Blears thinks it's her, Blears came last out of six(?) in the party contest. Surely she's got the message by now??

lenk, I would so linke a dubstep tent :)

"you can't be a critic until someone is willing to pay for your services and you can claim to have a mandate." There a quite a few people who are not paid to write about a subject who nevertheless have very worthwhile opinions. For example, on the subject of wine, producers, specialist distributors, dealers, and collectors. I have always valued reports from specialists of their visits to vineyards, or about new producers, or tastings conducted, and have always listened to opinions from subject-matter specialists on particular niche areas. If the person has a particular expertise and interest, then they are worth listening to in my books, whether anyone pays them to write about those opinions or not. Unfortunately, much of mainstream wine writing in the generalist UK press is directed at supporting a particular market segment (cheap exports of plonk to UK supermarkets). Plonk reviews are paid for, but they are often not worth the paper they are written on (particularly when some element of the payment is in kind, by the producer/distributor concerned: free cases of wine at Christmas; weekends away at the vineyard with spouse; or even grand national tours of wineries, all-expenses paid). I write as someone who was paid in the distant past to write about wine and fortified wine from particular parts of Europe (including in UK broadsheets), and who has in the past been served free meals and drinks by restaurateurs and other traders seeking published kind words about their products. I've just been doing up the house, and OMG I have here a case of slides that include a box of bizarre pix from an Australian outfit that invited me along to an eight-person presentation dinner of Oz food and drink. It went on for six hours. Entertaining, but why they invited me I shall never know. And recently some old not-bad Spanish distillate in some truly naff bottles emerged while I was doing up the kitchen: six flasks were flown across Europe at vast expense on Christmas Eve one year, in a desperate attempt by the producers to get some reviews from any old hacks (including two political journalists). Thankfully, all of that is a long way behind me now, and I'm about to throw away the evidence :-S

Trailer for film High On Hope

And what about dear Jacqui's sister? With all the money she's making from taxpayers for not lifting a finger, she must have a little time on her hands... I say, come on the Ivydale Road massive! Show us what you're made of.

I went to my polling station and they seemed to think my road didn't exist :-S I know it was only adopted by the council a few decades ago, but even so... Looks like not many polling cards have been delivered down my way. Very quiet down at the polling station.