Brendan

The only person I have ever really shared with was a good friend of mine. As we had been friends since we were kids, gone through school together and even worked together we thought we knew each other pretty well and that sharing a house wouldn?t be a problem. Well we hadn?t been moved in more than 5 hours and the front room was full of empty beer cans and pizza boxes and there was a game of cricket going on in the passage. I soon realised that things would only get worse especially when getting sky sports connected took precedence over (about 4 month?s precedence) unpacking the boxes in the front room. After that things went steadily downhill and I watched, powerless as the kitchen never realised its destiny as a place to prepare food but had the role of public house, complete with optics and dart board thrust upon it. Over the next 4 years I could never be sure of who or what I would be confronted with when I got home from work or a hard night out. I would regularly be forced to drink beer and watch various sporting events way before the Yard Arm of proverb had even awoken let alone decided where it stood in relation to the sun. It was not unheard of to wake up on sleepy weekend mornings to find strange women in the house. Some of them would even make you coffee and insist on engaging in small talk. There was a 5ft long sword hung over the fireplace and a house plant called Humphrey. It was fucking brilliant.

Or did I? Was it one of you that is responsible for the wine stains on my favourite t-shirt?

All these people in the EDT last night and I didn't see any of them.

Jogging is just plain unpleasant. Done it and hate it. There just isn?t any fun in it. I much prefer wiz planking, yoga, fighting with people outside kebab and wine and running away from the police.

Easy really. All football is stupid but only some girls are stupid.

Yeah but you would say that wouldn't you. EDIT: fuck

fuck

You?re fooling yourself mate. The right to decorate has been stolen from us. We are living a dystopian present where moral dictatorship through public discussion supersedes our previously held dear rights to self determination over emulsion and interior fittings. If we don?t act now soft furnishings will be the next to go.

Bond, gag and Ryder... You lot really have reached new depths of depracity.

I'm sorry I'll put them away.

gerald wellington Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- I used to hate the plough and > was happy when it was refurbed, but my next door > neighbour who used to go there a lot True but the Plough was a different story. It had a bad rep for letting underage drinkers in and various other things then it was taken over by new owners who intentionally tried to clean it up. Even so there are still many of the same face in there now as there were 3 years ago. The Mag was bought by someone who had a specific idea for a more food orientated pub. The Castle?s owners are just doing some general upkeep. Like wot they did in the CPT a while back. I just hope they avoid the god awful wallpaper.

The internal fittings of all types of establishments need replacing from time to time. Unless of course they are very good quality and very well looked after. When they are replaced they are generally done in the fashion of the day. The current fashion in London seems to be this chandelier and stupid flocking wallpaper business. Personally I?m not a fan but in the long run, meh. What has happened though, holding testament to the general fuckwittery of humanity, is that people have started to see places having general renovations as a sort of ethnic cleansing/gentrification process. Bollocks, bollocks, cock, dross and drivel. If I were a regular at the castle I would be justifiably worried that just because it?s been painted some sport-jacketed twit will burst in on a Saturday afternoon and ask loudly to see the wine list. No one needs to see that sort of thing.

snorky Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > the parasitic family of non productive, valueless, > degrading, immoral so called professions, are the > first to mouth off about people who drive buses > and tubes for a living They?re another issue. But tube drivers taking the piss because they are in a protected sector and have a strong union while people in real professions like teaching or nursing which have a much higher level of personal culpability, required level of qualification and skill get paid less and just have to lump it, that pisses me off.

If some twit can?t be trusted to not open the doors when the train is still moving he shouldn?t be getting paid to drive the dam thing in the first place. Just a thought like.

http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/2009/may/20/redundancy-benefits-welfare-state Grrrrr!

Sunglasses (I think it has something to do with growing up in a place where you need them on a daily basis). I have way too many pairs of sunglasses. Arnettes especially, I have 4 pairs of them alone. My wife says they all look the same but I know the difference.

Safe as anywhere else in London Sally. (Where is this North London that you speak of anyway?) If you come to the forum meet ups it won?t be long before you can?t walk home without bumping into someone you know.

I?m not dead I?m avoiding you.

Oh for Christ?s sake am I ever going to get rid of you?

What if your work shoes are at work so you just put on an old pair of skate shoes to commute in and you couldn?t really give a toss about what people think of your choice of footwear?

Didn?t Vegans demolish the earth to make way for an intergalactic bypass?

I dunno Mac the only socially redeeming thing Lilly Allen has ever done, and ever will do, is rhyming Tesco with Alfresco. Chrissie Hynde on the other hand can at least play guitar.

Buy your own flowers you thieving scumbag.

Comapring Chrissie Hynde to Lilly Allen is like comparing a fine Ch?teau Margaux, to a bottle of Lambrini.

MrBen Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Finally - don't walk into a packed William Rose > and mispronounce boerewors "Burrough-Worst" they > will laugh at you, snort and ask if you have just > read that on the East Dulwich forum. Snort again > like over fed swine and make you feel generally > stupid. > > Or you could vist the van on Northcross Road. Don't worry MrBen I can confirm that the staff at William Rose don't know how to pronounce boerewors either. Make it they can but pronounce it, not so much.