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Mirash isn't half bad either, not too expensive and lovely food. I always found the Dulwich Tandoori curries a little bit too luminous for my liking; Mirash seem to take a more 'eu naturale' attitude towards the colour of the food.

I was once taken on a school trip to the National Portrait Gallery and had the unexpected joy of watching a trained Harris Hawk rip the heads off the pigeons in Trafalgar Square. Needless to say, at the age of about nine, we found it far more exciting than the prospect of just walking around looking at drawings.

In an attempt to save this thread from descending into utter un-poo-related filth (which it already has, to some extent) I thought I'd add my 'Mystery Pooper' anecdote: When staying the night at my best friend's house, in the morning she went out to bring the milk in and there was a big, fresh turd plonked directly in the middle of the four bottles. Now either there is a cat in our area with incredible aim, or (more likely) THE MYSTERY POOPER STRIKES AGAIN. :-S