Ted Max

Extracts from Richard Burton's diary: http://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/books/9539100/Richard-Burton-Diaries-Part-Three-I-behaved-with-a-fair-amount-of-disgrace-yesterday.html Too many quotable bits, but: The Kennedy family are of course notorious satyrs. I was amazed when Bobby K took Margot Fonteyn off into a back bedroom in Pierre Salinger?s house and my asking Salinger, when they came back, ?where the hell have they been?? and Salinger?s fat-faced reply which was a finger over the lips. When Jack Kennedy was running for president and stayed with Sinatra at Palm Springs the place was like a whore-house with Kennedy as chief customer. We have to see Princess Margaret again at the opening night of Staircase and she is infinitely boringly uncomfortable to be around and I don?t know how I can suffer to see myself in the film in front of such a snob-ridden load of ----- as one always gets [around her]. Tomorrow we go to Rome to accept Golden Masks or Silver Masks or whatever, for being rich and infamous, I suppose. That?s a splendid fracturing bore to look forward to. Paris. At 12 noon I did something beyond outrage. I bought Elizabeth the jet plane we flew in yesterday. It costs, brand new, $960,000 [$6.8 million]. She was not displeased. I remember Ivor [brother] and I once in the Negresco being so fed up with the lousy waiter?s lousy service combined with a ---- you attitude that Ivor poured a bowl of chips over his head and while he was shouting and bawling I sketted him with a carafe of water. We had the police an? all. Last night as I lay reading in bed and E was around the corner of the room I asked: ?What are you doing lumpy?? She said like a little girl and quite seriously: ?Playing with my jewels.?

Type SE15 in here, and see what happens. BBC social cleansing. http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/technology-19601653

Are you their PR, or something, Gidget? (I have reported your post)

They're alright in there. They don't pretend to be your best mate and I think the lead lady is not a natural at the unforced pretend intimacy have-a-hug thing, so goes for business-like instead. But they mean well, I think. I do agree that they can leave you standing at the counter like a lemon while they complete the previous order, but it's not the worst thing in the world. I want ham and pie, not affirmation that my personality brings joy to those who are giving me things for money.

By the way, I think a wave is a very poor analogy in this instance. A wave has momentum. If there were a wave of muggings in ED, it might start near the library, roll down Eynella road, before surging through the park and wiping out the picture gallery. I think in this fuctitious instance of non-existent muggings happening in a single location, if you were looking for a geo-physical analogy, you might deploy eruption (prolonged) or similar. But enough of that, can we hear some more about the giant in the dungarees. Does he have a pet mouse in there?

A mix of which races? Please be more specific, so I can align my prejudices accordingly. If he's one of those Malay-Berber crosses, I'm keeping well clear. They're fecking mental.

+ a spare return key.

I would shoot a burglar, non-fatally, tie him to the kitchen table and then engage upon a long night of dialogue during which it slowly becomes apparent that all is not as it seems. Traditional roles of invader and invaded, colonial and colonised, would be re-assessed, and there would be a surprising ending. You will be able to hear the results in a 30 minute play on Radio 4 Extra at 09:45 and 17:40 on a Tuesday in November. In a decision in no way affected by available budget, both parts will be played by the same actor.

Stick it in General Issues - there's plenty of East Dulwich "proper" affect by the consultation. (as people who have *looked at the maps* will know)

"I am the spirit of dark and lonely water."

Thanks for answering, Eileen. In fact, far from a lack of local engagement I was struck by the number of local "normal" people on that list; I recognised several names of people I know from both inside and out of the PNAAP area, as well as all the obvious commercial concerns (of which there were also many). If you look at the whole list there are many "private" objectors listed. I wondered what the list of objectors actually meant because it doesn't state on the list itself - it's just titled "List of Objectors Towards a Preferred Option". Is this a list of people objecting to the current Preferred Option, or (as seems more likely and as you suggested) a list of people who have made previous objections and therefore had an input into the formation of the latest draft? You don't know, which is fair enough. You're not in charge of the process, after all. It's not that important - I was mainly struck by the large number and variety of objectors. I think in terms of stimulating wider debate, unfortunately you're going to have to lay out some of the options for people. With the best will in the world the mildly interested are not going to plough through dozens of maps with black outlines on them and a bunch of formulaic text - even if they suspect there may be something in there that may have an impact on their quality of life. A certain element of spoon feeding is required, but at least you get to direct the debate to the issues you think are important... So, for example, in broad terms - what is proposed in terms of planning changes of use and in which areas? What are the likely impacts of that? It's time-consuming, and perhaps not worth it but I can't see people piling into the debate otherwise. Most of us can barely concentrate through a full episode of "Hole in the Wall".

Eileen, what is the relevance of the "List of Objectors towards a Preferred Option"? It seems to have about 500 names on it, from major landowners to private individuals.

dulwichgirl2 Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Can't watch WWII movies any more when we have > young people coming back maimed or in coffins. Too > sad and close to home. > > > Casablanca obviously > D'oh.

General Gordon...dead. I've asked the maid to cover the aspidistras in the parlour out of respect.

How much did the MEGA MOSQUE cost?

All that space and no car parks. It was a nightmare for the ordinary motorist trying to drive to these Games.

You have to act the giddy goat with Mo Farah, who's up past 9pm for the first time in 15 years, every time the camera sweeps down. Meanwhile, over in the "cool" section you're pretty sure the Brazilian volleyballers are re-enacting the entire archive of YouPorn with the Canadian swimming squad. Your breath tastes of WKD and your new red trousers are itching like f*ck. Here's Annie Lennox in a ghost pirate ship. Only two more hours to go.

Imagine how it felt for the athletes: you've made your plans, you've got the Ukrainian 4x100m squad firmly in your sights for a bit of the old cross-cultural exchange, and suddenly you're being kettled into a pen with the spoddy Taiwanese archers, some stern-looking Kazakh wrestlers and 250 squeaking Orange-coloured TEAMBG morons.

Does he hate Dave Gorman as well?

And the big range.

Shit, the moral high ground race has begun and I was in the pub. I'd jusshlikasay, you're all my mates.

"*UDT waves bye bye*"

As with the limbs of executed traitors, the individual petals of the torch are installed on spikes in towns across the country. IOC rules stipulate that none is ever lit again. Weston-super-Mare is awarded "Malawi", a situation its council finds somewhat unsatisfactory. In 2032 Dave Gorman pitches the idea of a special anniversary show reuniting all 204 original petals, to be shown on Sky Sports' "BBC Gold" stream on AppleTV. His researchers can trace only 56. The project is shelved.

on the last flight out of Heathrow is swallowed by the deepening dusk. Down below, in the bay windows of Osterley and Slough, miles of faded Team GB bunting is torn down, releasing a payload of dessicated flies and moth wings. In the Lee Valley, whole colonies of rats eat their young. A million wild flower seeds are crushed under the wheels of the trucks that ferry away, all day and all night, the smashed skeletons of silenced Olympic venues. Hansen and Big Al are back on the MOTD sofa. Half term is weeks away.

Through a UPVC window, darkly.