Ted Max

Interesting name he's got - according to the caption. Unless it's an exclamation.

Be nice, everyone. This is the "five pages of slack knob gags" Forum, after all.

the concentration in Peckham Rye is skewed towards the very poor, the struggling, and the immigrant. Walking the streets one runs up against the evidences of the Islamic oppression of women everywhere: Oh do cock off, Roy. Can't blame you about the boner for Ros, er, sorry, the vivacious young woman in Review, though. I don't think Review has anything to do with London Review either. Although I'm willing to be corrected on that. Mind you, shouldn't be too harsh, you should see my math. Terrible, it is.

Other reasons given were: 50% photo stand 30% conversation piece at drinks parties 10% air raid shelter

What book did you buy?

Jeez - I'd hate to run into giggirl when she's feeling coherent.

You must have made a record of it on the Forum somewhere.

See what happens, Brendan? You leave South Africa to look after itself for a couple of days and all hell breaks loose. Better get back there and sort things out. I hear Big Greame's right off his cornflakes.

Ignore HonaloochieB, londonloves, he is doomed to a lifetime trawling up and down Lordship Lane tugging on the elbows of DJs younger than his grandchildren, asking them if they've got any Mott on vinyl. He probably got the brush off at Liquorish, is all. He got banned from the Lucky 7's at the Gowlett on account of playing 7 Mott tracks in a row, and they're beginning to weary a bit at the barn dance classes at Thomas More Hall as well.

It's about now you will wish you had developed an earlier expertise in ties. But there's nothing you can do about this now, as life is over for you.

It is not possible to scan and listen in to police radio comms any more. This has been the case for 10 years in much of the country. Perhaps about 5 years in London. It is still possible, however, to scan four pages of posts on a local internet forum generated by the astonishing fact of there being a helicopter, flying, in the sky.

Maybe Roll Deep is a Yorkshireman with a large collection of DC Thomson comics?

Therefore being an expert in ties is important. As how else could one analyse the investment potential of a given proposition? Swiftly he rose through the ranks of Drummcoutts, and surely, as none were so able to detect the extra yield to be gained from highly leveraged mezzanine structures as the young expert in ties. And by 40 our expert in ties had a dessert named after him in the top floor dining room. And the fourth plinth, non-equity partners would jest, was surely his for the taking.

The world in all its bountiful and varied magnificence triggers something deep in the breast of the young man. The sap rises. The decision is made and he knows then: it will be beautiful and it will be for all time. He will be at first tender, and then loving and then, when the time is right, he will launch himself upon the world and his path will be gilded, his step sure upon the earth, for all shall know him as an expert... in ties.

An expert in ties?

I thought you were an unlikely Carpenters fan, Quids, but then I saw the top comment from "Zombiebloodbath".

Are you trying to operate some sort of honey trap for racists to out themselves? Otherwise, I can't see what you're up to.

Roll Deep = Wolf. Oh yes.

I liked Reality and Heathen. Some accessible tunes, and some great playing. Lyrics that wouldn't get him slung out of the Glum Teenage Angst Writers' Workshop. Good stuff. He looked great around then too. Good advert for heart disease.

Sciences-Po, innit, Quids. As to RosieH's point - it's a valid one, but you are sacrificing the wishes and even beliefs of those who may want to wear it for the liberty of those who don't. And that may be worth doing - it may even send a clear signal as to what the majority deems unacceptable - and it's tempting to want to tell those small minded fuckoes who twist Islamic thought in this way to take a hike. But where does that approach get you? Oh I don't know. You can see why I don't post in the Drawing Room. I feel like the Fast Show character in the pub who can never make his mind up.

"My hangover is giving me a headache. If I take an aspirin I won't get any more hangovers."

"We object to people telling women they have to dress a certain way. So we're going to counter that by telling these women that they have to dress a certain way."

Just sheer joy and love in his face at having found the magic cider tree. In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, you never change your socks And little streams of alcohol come a-trickling down the rocks

Nice to see Quids getting into the festival spirit at last year's EOTR.

Would you? Could you? In a car? Eat them! Eat them! Here they are. I would not, could not, in a car. You may like them, You will see.