Ted Max

"Oi, copper. You're a ----, ----, -------, or ------.? (See last par) http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/uknews/law-and-order/8902770/Swearing-at-police-is-not-a-crime-judge-rules.html

Mr Ben, I think if you keep knocking things down* you may yet find the bricked-up remains of the Girl Friday that answered the ad. (PS. I wonder if you bought SteveT/Dickensman's old house) * Try the chimney

Mr Palaeologus also tried this annexation of nearby facilities to advance the cause of East Dulwich Halt. I think it's a shoddy tactic, although clearly deemed acceptable in the more arriviste postcodes. But the fact remains the station itself is barren of staff, drinks + snacks and even, it seems, trains. Peckham Rye: Staff Ticket barriers ATMs Old waiting room New waiting room (with heater, arm chairs, sofas) Local art General air of old world charm And last but of course not least, Motown Caff?, Peckham Rye, soon to be fine purveyor of drinks + snacks. East Dulwich: On-ramp Off-ramp Some shops round the corner

No need to be obtuse, Nette*. This thread's purpose is merely to welcome and anticipate the imminent commercial launch of Motown Caff?, Peckham Rye. And to wish our facility-challenged cousins in the lesser postcodes a change of fortunes.

Please can we not derail this from the purpose of the thread ? which is to let DJKQ know that she has a client worried about her, and trying to get in touch with her. If you are a friend of DJKQ IRL perhaps you could let her know "offline" that she has a client looking out for her, as clearly she hasn't seen any of the Forum PMs or posts to date, and may also have lost her phone etc.

ED station has Blackbird Bakery to buy proper coffee If ED station "has" Blackbird Bakery then Peckham Rye "has" several dozen butchers, greengrocers, fishmongers, art galleries, discount shoe shops, hair technicians, a steel fabrication yard, car mechanics, a cinema, churches, Macdonalds, and Iceland. There's nothing wrong with being a one-train-an-hour stop-off on the Croydon-London line, but please don't talk your part up if you've only got a walk-on as a spear carrier. That said, I look forward to the success of Motown Caff?, Peckham Rye, leading to a franchisee operating a Motown Caff?, East Dulwich. They will have to make the booth a bit smaller to fit in under the football manager's dugout that currently provides "shelter" to East Dulwich's few passengers, but I'm sure they'll work something out.

Listen, d_c, your personal remarks about Lady Sips are not relevant to the topic of Motown Caff?, Peckham Rye. Plus, she was always very friendly with me. She probably took offence at your excessive slimness and shit clothes. Anyway, I'm very excited about the arrival of Motown Caff?, Peckham Rye. It puts us on the level with Denmark Hill, and further extends our significant advantages over the unstaffed, drinks + snacksless, destinationally-challenged East Dulwich Halt (Mon-Fri only). (Yes, lots of edits. Care)

I've got high hopes for Motown Caff?, Peckham Rye. Drinks and Snacks is often what I need as pass through Peckham Rye and now Motown Caff?, Peckham Rye, has got that covered. And if their coffee tastes of the last swill of a washing up bowl, like Sips' did, then all the better.

Yeah. Motown, baby. Drinks and snacks. RIP Sips. Forza Motown Caff?, Peckham Rye.

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Thanks for that *Bob* - I'm having a Cinz right now, as it goes. No ice, Jif instead of lemon. New slippers, though. My mum used to LOL at the funny bits in Shakespeare, and join in that whinny concert audiences do when a "light" piece ends on a note of whimsical musical humour. The stupid cow.

People who have not erected an impenetrable wall of ironic detachment and still strive for some semblance of collective experience piss me right off. Anyway, WTF are you going the cinema for, *Bob*, you massive bellend? Was it a "talkie"?

I think you're reading too much into it, Otta.

The Ninky Nonk is birth. The Pinky Ponk is death.

Please don't explain my "jokes", KK.

Battle of Trafalgar. That was another Sky News failure. (Mind you, I do think BBC's Gabriel Gatehouse was the first broadcast reporter to the scene in Sirte.)

I counted the all out and I counted them all back again . Again not Sky News. You know, I think Sky News missed the scoop on the Relief of Mafeking as well.

Many's the time I've had my baguette stuffed in an unfriendly manner into its crinkly bag by an unsmiling French madame.

buggie Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Oh cripes yes... Makka Pakka & his OCD, Iggle > Piggle's anxiety/narcolepsy not to mention the > inadequate social housing offered to the > Pontipines and don't get me started on Upsy > Daisy...! ITNG works best as an exploration of the development of the self. Upsy Daisy is a pure egotist. She must claim all aspects of Upsiness and Daisyness for herself: "I'm the only Upsy one, I'm the only Daisy too". Iggle Piggle's refrain is more querying, "Yes my name is Iggle Piggle..." but then, as if unsure, he tries out other possibilities "Igglepiggle, niggle, wiggle, diggle". One asserts only she can be called her name, the other wonders what he would be if he were called something else. They are equally bound by our fears of nominative determinism. The Tombliboos represent our desire for the forbidden other - the self we cannot be. Jesters in the court of Upsy Daisy, their absurdity (Knock on the door/sit on the floor/here is my nose/that's how it goes), menage-a-trois sleeping arrangements and slack trouser elastic clearly indicating the attractive liminality of licensed misrule. Makka Pakka is what we have been, and will become - yelping absurdities to an uncaring world. Entirely unrealised, he is the negation of self. The Wottingers and the Pontypines know only that "We" are red, and "They" are blue (or vice versa), defining themselves as what they are not, and ignoring their inherent similarities. (Is there is a purple "Pontinger" buried in an unmarked infant's grave in the Garden?) They represent our doomed struggle with the possibility of a plurality of self. We must be red, or blue. Not both. And never purple.

Sorry, imagining stupid pseudo-academic interpretations of CBeebies has got me through many a programme: In The Night Garden is particularly fertile ground.

Miss Mouse is a subtle reworking of the ancient certainties of traditional storytelling, one that revolves around the central line, "Don't be frightened Momo, the giant is our friend". The song moves from the comfort of a tea party to a dystopian vision of random peril, with the children cast first as ineffectual bystanders, and then as actual perceived agents of wrong doing. By placing the children within this Lilliputian setting, the writers transform the infants themselves into monstrous giants, giving them and us new awareness of the giant's usual characterisation; the cast-out who is left alone, despised and feared. This Swiftian inversion is further re-inforced by the casting of the mouse as the agent of miraculous change and rescue. Miss Mouse repeatedly insists on us acknowledging her presence "it was me", and in doing so demands of the children that they recognise that real change can only be brought about by taking responsibility for ones actions. "Who did it?" "It was me" The song ends with a revisited tea party, a coda of wisdom for all parties, where the simple act of caring and sharing for each other has taken on new significance. The song can only be viewed as a heartfelt plea for mutual understanding and as a plea for enlightenment thinking, rather than the fear of, and the placing of faith in, externalised, supernatural forces. "Don't be frightened Momo, the giant is our friend"

That's Mockney away up the high road the noo. 11011 retired out. Or 27, if you prefer. "There's one more place at the table, there's one more star in the sky etc"...

Of his apple record he clearly understood that the Teds and Bobs of this world were crying out for something that made them feel good about using them rather than got the job done, so again, well done. Ha. How right you are. I've never bought an Apple product in my life.

Yes Jeremy, I do. But nobody's forced to buy one, as far as I can see. I'd have other problems with Apple (no Trust/ charitable Foundation, despite sitting on the biggest cash pile in corporate history) (Chinese labour factories) over the fact they sold a premium design + lifestyle package to willing customers. If it was as easy as "paint it pink" there'd be plenty of other places we could buy, say, a cheaper tablet that works really well.

Why not pay a lot for the aesthetics? Why's that a problem?