Ted Max

Me too. A weak joke based on the juxtaposition of her sig and her post. Am I really likely to be implying that PR is chasing up funeral business on the EDF? Just to add, there is no actual child, ill or otherwise, ball, winter or even autumn, for that matter. There is a Green, though.

Just Autumn, Quids.

Sorry Keef, nothing meant by it I promise. I thought one or the other had featured in previous threads about Rye Lane, that's all. I will delete.

What happened to the ill child though? -------------------- I am an Independent Humanist Funeral Celebrant! Looking for business?

A small ball, bought in the autumn as a present for an ill child and swiftly lost under a pile of leaves, is rediscovered. A memory of leaf-veins patinates its thin, taut skin.

Phil Tufnell would not be able to tick the "Isn't a woman beater" box, so it can't be him.

Right, here we are - thriving high street, Jones & Higgins, BHS, Holdron's, Bromley, a proper Sainsbury's with overhead ticket thingy, holidays in Australia, disgusting stinky meat, Kennedy's Sausages, rats the size of cats, HOW MANY POUNDSHOPS DO THEY NEED?, letters to Waitrose head office, slums of tomorrow.

If you want to have a word in person with Miranda Sawyer get yourself to Brockwell Park swings, where she can often be found contemplating her thickening beauty*, while something pushes her to the side of her own life. * Actually, neither term really appropriate in her case, but Larkin's Larkin, who am I to argue?

That's a bit Bold, Mick.

Tweets: H8in peeps that r 2 poorly for their "friends", but NOT TOO POORLY FOR JARVIS.

When his files became public he was able to see which of his colleagues were Stasi spies monitoring him. Allegedly his own wife was a stasi spy. How heartbreaking is that? Lots more of that here, in a very moving documentary shown at the weekend. Shows family members and friends dealing with the consequences of living in the most informed-upon state in the world. Although the State had deteriorated to an incredible level of surveillance, and the imprisonment and killing of its own citizens (there is an interview with the mother of the last person to be killed at the wall - aged 18 in 1989) there are also interviews with those who still lament the fall of the GDR - or at least what they think the GDR could have been.

He'd have taken the whole EDF inner clique, *Bob*. That's Mockney, ComesWithFries, TheNappyMan, SoiledPants and LuvDisaster. That's a tasty crowd, right there. TLS would have had Tall Paul from the hardware store, Honest Eric from the dogs, Big Bi Bri from the Bexley outsize women's wear shop, and Dolly the Fat Controller from the cab office. And Quids holding the pistols. Hard to call.

Thanks, everyone.

Sorry, crosspost.

Do you actually have to touch someone for it to be a foul? Does anyone know the answer to this?

Do you actually have to touch someone for it to be a foul? If the Liv player hadn't jumped, Carsley would certainly have made contact with him, no? The fact he didn't touch him was because the player hurdled the tackle. The tackler definitely didn't get any ball, did he? Ngog could have left his foot dragging, like experienced penalty winners do, and drawn the penalty that way. Or he could have made a massive effort to stay on his feet, probably losing the ball as a result of Carsely's slide (that never won the ball).

I was thinking Hugh Grant in his "long-delayed act of emotional honesty deep in the third act of the movie just before he wins the woman back" sincere mode, hand rummaging through his hair, blue shirt coming loose at the belt buckle. It may even be raining. "Recently, I think I may have been the most awful pompous ass, and I do apologise - unresevedly. Did I say ass? I mean arse. No, I mean ass, like the donkey. Anyway, all that I am is just a man, standing in front of another man, asking him to forgive."

Sean pushes on up the Blackfriars Road in the pre-dawn. His quickening stride echoes through the ancient streets beneath, mingling with the long-entombed footsteps of untold millions. Ahead of him the dark river carries the last of the night's refuse towards a remote, and inevitable, estuarial indifference.

BBW used to PM me with polite requests for information on things like how much a 100g poke of lemon sherbets would cost him at Hope & Greenwood. Apparently, he got ?2 a week pocket money. As long as he had completed his chores he was allowed to walk from Court Lane into East Dulwich with his au pair on Saturday mornings. His greatest thrill was to flap his arms in his batman costume whilst running down Townley Road, but alas he never achieved flight.

BBW used to PM me with polite requests for information on things like how much a 100g poke of lemon sherbets would cost him at Hope & Greenwood. Apparently, he got ?2 a week pocket money. As long as he had completed his chores he was allowed to walk from Court Lane into East Dulwich with his au pair on Saturday mornings. His greatest thrill was to flap his arms in his batman costume whilst running down Townley Road, but alas he never achieved flight.

Yeah, Tony* pwoppa didn't like me - he thought me snide and immature and he was spot on. But posting a stream of digs at me, along with the odd deleted rant, was more his thing. Offering someone a square go sounds more like MikeCG's MO to me. He told me to "watch it" once, because you "never know". *Hiya Tone*

Yeah, Tony* pwoppa didn't like me - he thought me snide and immature and he was spot on. But posting a stream of digs at me, along with the odd deleted rant, was more his thing. Offering someone a square go sounds more like MikeCG's MO to me. He told me to "watch it" once, because you "never know". *Hiya Tone*

I'd seen the thread saying you were meeting up, but couldn't see you in there (I know what Sean looks like due to his omni-presence in EDFDrinks photos). I was under a plasma TV sort of behind a pot plant, on the left wall of the main room as you look at the big screen. Fascinating stuff this, ain't it?

I'd seen the thread saying you were meeting up, but couldn't see you in there (I know what Sean looks like due to his omni-presence in EDFDrinks photos). I was under a plasma TV sort of behind a pot plant, on the left wall of the main room as you look at the big screen. Fascinating stuff this, ain't it?

fuck me but I'm not Petunia B. Stop oppressing me.