Huguenot

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Hi Admin, how about this one?

Aha! Child soldiers - an interesting angle!

I'm such a dribblingly real Huguenot that my real name means 'deck swabber' in ye olde frogge. The family traces back to a footpad hanged in the 16th Century; a footpad is a highwayman so sh*t he can't even steal a horse. He did however manage to get a local barmaid up the duff before his demise, thus failing to qualify for a Darwin award by the skin of his teeth and setting an extremely low bar for his descendants. One that we are nevertheless struggling to better ;-) Undootedly he was an economic refugee from those crazy blood soaked French Catholics.

Batdog is not a dog? His wings are not a shield of steel? But this is terrible.

So far as I understand it, most of the crims are aware that there is no statutory punishment for carrying a gun under the age of 21. The younger the mule is, the more likely he is just to get a finger wag from the justice system. I believe this is why the majority of those caught carrying weapons are so young - they're the bag men. I don't believe the police can currently stop and search at will, I think they need to have cause. Whilst I don't have a problem with this happening to me, it occurs to me that they are consistently seen as the 'offensive' arm of the establishment and that stop and search is a symbol of continued oppression irrespective of guilt. Incidentally, we should note that this is not an opinion confined to deprived areas. ED has otherwise normal middle class people who create hate figures out of traffic wardens for protecting the rights of disabled people, young mums and other road users. I recall all of the parking restriction signs on LL being rammed down overnight when they were first installed. There are links between this kind of behaviour and gun crime.

Cunning. I'm surprised no-one's picked up on that already.

Drinking cans of beer at 8amon a Thursday morning? Hardcore! Thoroughly impressed. I did Saturday school, and I did once do an all-nighter on a Friday, and rock up at school with pockets full of half-inched Holsten Pils (whatever happened to that?). I made it to the sixth form common room quickly enough - it was out of bounds to teachers - but my two mates did the walk of shame.

What about pilow fighting on a rolling log thingy? That's kind of forum related?

Or chinese whispers related skullduggery

How about speed dating?

Superb. Laughed 'til I cried...

Sorry for that James. I was reacting to how presumptuous I found you in assuming that no-one else's opinion had value ('Who cares?' implies that anyone else who has an opinion is by definition a nobody), and that yours was the final word on the subject ('They're rubbish!' without supporting evidence suggests you believe that all that's necessary to support your papal edict was the very fact that you had said it). The combination of those two factors I found to be flamboyantly dismissive. I admit that I found the overall combination of such arrogance and quaint 70's schoolboy scoff to be camp. Apologies for causing offence, will try harder.

No no, mud wrestling was my idea, and a good one at that ;-)

I simply refuse to go inseminating any Panther Cars drivers whatever the promise of immortality. I should spend enternity rueing my weakness. Could it have been that the careless driver in question was in fact a time traveller on a mission from the future to divert Quaywe from a bicycle-related course of action that would have eventually unravelled the mystery of North Cross Road and dashed their vile plans for world domination and subjugation of homo sapiens? [Pauses for breath and punctuation]

Crusade eh? Care that you don't tease DM with visions of you in glinting armour and a well laundered tabard. You know that makes her hormones race ;-)

Aha - so that friendliness was a sham, he was but a Siren trying to lure us onto the rocks of despair.

You get a Christmas card from Panther Cars??? But.. how.. why? I was a bit disturbed by a PC driver the other day who chatted with myself and 'er in doors as we perused the Valentine's in that 'Space' place's window. He was so friendly and engaging and thoroughly unreserved I just didn't know what to say!

If everyone else would save the animals, and I could yet eat them, I'm convinced that I couldn't consume any particular fauna on sufficient scale to put them on the endangered list. In much the same way Batdog could both save and consume foxes. In fact in creating a commercial demand for foxes he may influence the creation of 'fox farms' where foxes could be saved on an industrial scale?

Surely the outlay on victorian costume and horse-drawn buggy to go a-calling on 'The Village' would negate the cost benefits he's dangling beneath your nose like a rosy apple?

If you four knew anythying about The Drung. You wouldn't be making jokes, ho no. You'd be shaking in your Woolworth's booties. :) To return to topic - what's happened to my ED? It's been banished to the set of Mad Max: Beyond Thunderdome, in a crumpled Be Wise plastic carrier that's been too long under the sink.

Isn't it in the Clockwork Orange? :-$ Pesky modern jargon.

Tush, Quaywe, you've let your anger overcome your manners ;-) You should edit that last post yourself.

Hmm, Jockey old chap I think you've got Peckham mixed up with somewhere else? Peckham could have been regarded as wealthy residential from the 16th century to the early 19th century, somewhat young and professional from the mid 19th to early 20th century, but to the end of that period was already regarded as sufficently deprived to become the focus for trials in social engineering (e.g. The Peckham Experiment). Along with the spirit of the age that saw the Elephant getting razed, in the 1960s the local council threw up high rise concrete blocks with elevated walkways dreaming of Jetsons-esque modernism. The scheme provided incentives for major retailers (chain stores?) such as John Lewis to come to the area to sustain the illusion. In fact within two decades the dream had collapsed, most major chain stores had left, and those that remain still struggle to survive. The Jetsons dreamscape had transformed into a nightmare of sink estates, deprivation, drung dealing and violence. If anything we had reverse gentrification over the last 400 years in Peckham. It could be well argued that the EU sponsored Bellenden regeneration project is a gentrification wolf in lamb's clothing (if you feel that way about it), but this is barely making headway and shops are closing there faster than opening. There are no chain stores there. So I'm afraid the reality doesn't bear out your prejudice.

Ah yes Crystal, but look at what we have lost: http://farm1.static.flickr.com/169/398634573_dbefa67ba0_m.jpg The Magdala - welcoming, warming, cared for and inclusive http://farm1.static.flickr.com/142/398634538_49d48e9a85_m.jpg The Foresters - charming, charismatic, warm hearted and accessible to all http://farm1.static.flickr.com/178/398634586_fa99e67d66_m.jpg The Palmerston - inviting, well-lit, thoughtfully decorated and a pillar of the community