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Dear dulwichmum, Having sussed out what tickles your well-manicured fancy, I thought you might like this pic.....

I lost the EDF connection too. System probably overloaded due to all those ED females posting about the Army PT instructors ;-)

dulwichmum Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > > > Perfect Brum, > > Do you really think > that bouncing athletically through Dulwich Park, > being shouted at and generally ordered about by a > firm young man is for me? Answer: most definitely! Exciting thought, all that bouncing. In fact, as an ex-military man myself, I could give you a few orders of my own... 'This position, Ready!' (you copy my actions) And I even remember the warm up exercise sequence... leg, chest, supple, bend, twist, arm. How perfect is that?

Nice one BBW. 'I am thinking Lara Croft meets Nigella Lawson' ........DM, you really are on fire today!

In 1980, as a sailor, I was 'issued' booze at 22.5p a can every day I was at sea. We were rationed to only 2 cans a day though.

DM - thanks for the tip. I was just about to order one on-line. What would you recommend instead?

Dulwichmum... please tell me that's you in the photo. But, now I've seen them, I concede that spanx are kinkier by name than by anything else. Have I a six pack? Not any more, regretably. I've got a nice lunch pack though (apparently)

That's plain kinky.

DM, let's get real here. Forget the stuff about getting fitter - you just want to get an eyeful. It won't be just the exercise that will be making you pant harder...!

My dad hit a rat with his walking stick once. Big black brute with red eyes (rat, not dad), just outside Southwark Cathedral. A couple of years back, I witnessed a whole rat colony running in bushes outside Tower Hill tube station - thousands of 'em. There's a lot of them about!

Being ex-military myself, I've watched the BMF video clips and they definitely look like the real deal. Brought back lots of great memories - some painful, but mostly fun. Dulwichmum - methinks you gave me only half a story to explain why you're soooo excited....

Yes Mike, fortune definitely favours the brave. They were all very gentle with me.

"...I can just see myself bouncing along merrily behind him on a warm summer morning." I don't think I've ever heard you so excited, dulwichmum! I like it!

I acted on impulse, went along and...had a great evening spent in the company of four gorgeous women. Well worth the stonking hang-over I'm presently experiencing! Thanks miffy for setting it up.

*Bob* Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Quimly Beard, where my Aunt Hilda grew-up. Rutland > County. I like this one! I'd love to live there - I can imagine the titters from people as I recite my address to them.

I'm a bloke, a bit older than 40 but newly single. Can I come too? The idea is very tempting....

Hey dulwichmum... I've just realised - our names rhyme. How sweet, sweetie!

I always snigger whenever I enter the road to the Sainsbury's car park in Crystal Palace... Coxwell.

There's a Pussy in France, a Clit in Romania and a Climax in Colorado, apparently.

Bell End - Worcestershire

Brown Willy - Cornwall

Wear life like a loose blanket. Not sure what it means but it sounds prophetic.

Years ago I was a market researcher going door-to-door and was well used to doors being shut in my face - an occupational hazard I'm afraid. However I once called at a house where, although there were no fruit involved, events certainly became quite 'fruity'... the door was opened by a very attractive brunette, in her late 30's, wearing a powder blue dressing gown and a big smile. I started my usual opening patter but then she interrupted me by inviting me into her lounge - much better than standing out in the cold, she said. What a pleasant surprise, I thought. After she showed me to the sofa, the next surprise came when she sat down, not on some distant chair, but on the floor straight in front of me, with her knees tucked under her and her right hand stretched to her side, taking her weight. I continued with my questioning (can't recall the topic, probably TV ads for baked beans or something). Her responses were accompanied by intense eye contact and frequent hair tossing. With such overt body language, I sensed this could well be my lucky day. Soon I stopped paying any attention to my questionnaire, instead we strayed into playful, unscripted conversation. More minutes passed and I realised I was coming to the end of the questionnaire and I didn't want to go. I felt tense and nervous with anticipation... My, how quickly things change... Like a scene from a seventies romp, the sound of tyres on gravel was heard and she said 'my husband' as I jumped up turning for the hallway - only to be met by said husband as he opened the front door. 'Hello, who are you?' he said in a friendly, amused tone... before I could stutter a reply his wife spoke for me 'he's my lover, don't you know..!' Ha ha ha we all so laughed. I think I almost ran. Crazy.

Great advice Stephen. I agree, avoid keys for communal doors at all costs. I changed the lock of my communal door to the type with a turn-knob on the inside soon after moving in, because the last thing you need if your ass is on fire is to fumble around in the smoke looking for a damn key. In fact, as a fireman my advice to anyone who's busy converting their humble abode into Fort Knox as I write this is that whatever security measures you take, remember you/your family may need to get out fast if the worst happens.

I agree with Nero. A quietly efficient service, ie, not the OTT in-your-face slow service, but the simple, friendly polite and prompt-when-needs-to-be service. If you already do this, then I apologise for stating the blinkin' obvious! A nice touch would be free sundries - you know, bread, olives or similar served as you come to sit down. Are you asking for help on decor as well? Subtle lighting but not so dark you can't see your food. Warm ambience maybe helped by candles and carefully selected background music - and make sure the place is warm enough in the winter and cool in the summer. I hate eating whilst wearing my coat to keep warm (The Sea Cow springs to mind).