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I just want to make a comment before this one disappears. There has been lots of discussion about how threatening or not the situation appears from the outside but no one has acknowledged that instinct is a very powerful force and if this person felt threatened then she most probably was being threatened. I had a nasty experience with a guy several years ago and I knew from the minute I saw him that something was going to happen, even though to all intents and purposes he was a normal guy walking along the street. My instinct kicked in and I knew he was following me, my instinct was proven right when he doubled back, ran up my stairwell and tried to push me into my house with his hand over my mouth. So yes, what is so scary about a guy chasing after you and commenting on your boots? Unless you were there you can't know. I agree with the subsequent argument about scare mongering and what's the point posting without a dscription etc etc as it doesn't really serve any purpose but we have to acknowledge the discomfort caused and to make light of it is a little insensitive. Unfortunately, women are more vulnerable on the streets and need to be aware of their surroundings in a way that I don't think men can really understand.

I squatted in the eighties too. For quite a long time, nearly two years. I did quite a lot of work on the property to improve it whilst living there and never burgled my neighbours.

especially if she was glistening as much as Iggy does

I loved my Saab 900 (2 door), have something more practical and boring now. A favourite car is the volvo 1800 estate. Also like Scimitars. I am not male

I only tip waiters and taxi drivers BTW - I spend less money on the weekly shop using Ocado than I did when I used Sainsburys. Local shops get my business too.

'cos he's getting paid vast amounts of money to do so? 'cos some ad person thought "hey, great idea! let's get Iggy to do it"?

personally I thought the food in there was mediocre, I know it has some fans though. walked past on Sunday morning and it looked like there had been a lock in the previous night, bottles and glasses all over the place, perhaps it was the last night.

my one and only incidence of proper food poisoning was after eating in a Weatherspoons, cheap beer = cheap staff = poor hygiene (IMO)

that's all very well, but if you live there what happens? rushing back from work to move the car every day isn't very feasible.

I would think a detailed perusal of this forum would give you all the answers you need. And don't forget 'i before e except after c'.

all going to the dogs I tell you

veggie haggis is yummy, althnough not really haggis obviously. The meat-eaters always end up tucking in which isn't fair!

it's to do with the rehabilitation of offenders I believe. I once bought a tub of a cleaning stuff called 'astonish' from them. It was great and lasted years, almost wish they'd come back.

Has to be McSweens!! I'm off to a Burn's night tonight, someone else doing the cooking.

I think it is a marketing ploy in the main, however I have been known to buy 'basics' of some fruit and veg, they are priced lower and put in the 'basics' range as they may be slightly misshapen or not of a uniform size. This doesn't affect the nutritional value obviously and frankly if it means the supermarkets don't reject the produce at the point of supply it can only be a good thing. Meat is a different matter altogether but as I don't eat the stuff I can't comment other than to say if I did eat it I would want to make sure it was of the best quality and provenance I could get. I'm not sure supermarkets have that much of a social responsibility, as long as they provide a choice.

Many people are doing it themselves now.

Last transaction I did the eastate agent did about 15 minutes work but got thousands of pounds, the solicitor did hours and hours and only got a few hundred. doesn't seem fair really.

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And then get done for assault.

Actually, I wouldn't mind if it was 20m to my car but sometimes I cannot park in my street or the surrounding streets as they are filled with the staff, students and commuting parents from the neighbouring school. This is evidenced by the fact that during the weekend and school holidays my road has about 3 cars in it. Pick up and drop off times cause utter gridlock as the street is not wide enough for two cars to pass. Last week I twice saw a motorbike driving down the pavement that was too impatient because of the gridlock - and this is a pavement with school children on it. Now that is clearly unacceptable and the only thing that would sort the dangerous situation out would be residents' parking. Of course I don't want residents' parking but how else can a situation like this be addressed?

I am not denying there is an issue with a 'ruling class' in this country. However as the quote goes "there's the upper class and then there's everyone else". What about the nouveau rich that send their children to private schools thus giving them the advantage over the best universities and social networks and thus the liklihood of being the next generation of those running the country. They are not 'upper class'. In fact probably most privately educated children come from the 'middle classes' anyway. My problem is the way 'middle class' gets bandied about and used in a derogatory way. I wonder what is so bad about being 'middle class' anyway seeing as probably the vast majority of this country would be considered middle class. I mean if we want to get really divisionist we could start breaking it down to 'upper middle class' and 'lower middle class'. Where do we draw the line? Royalty is a different issue altogether.

Less of the old please Dulwich mater

. OK, I get where the OP is coming from and funny ha ha etc, but it just perpetuates the silly prejudices that are rife around here. The ridiculous class war really gets my goat.

why does fucking class have to come into it - boring.

she's been around for years, there is a thread about her somewhere on here already. She's outrageous! She came to me about 3 years ago with the same story.