Brendan

This has been very openly and maturely discussed in the press recently: http://tinyurl.com/35jmxs

LizzygotDizzy Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- >I wouldn't mug an old lady for ?20 to > go buy cigarettes or booze, You have obviously never had to deal with a person in the throws of physical alcohol addiction then. Although you do have a very valid point. Crack if viciously addictive and the cravings can drive people mad. I have read a bit about it and it is because of the way in which crack addiction affects your brain. It hardwires the pathways in your brain associated with pleasure to only react to crack. This is similar to heroine and nicotine except for this point: With heroine and nicotine you reach a level where with each dose the same pleasure/drug association in the brain is used, so the amount and frequency of usage generally levels out. With crack a new pleasure/drug association is ?hijacked? each time you use it so the level of addiction increases exponentially with each hit. This is why it is almost impossible to be a ?stable? crack addict. You just keep spiraling deeper and deeper into addiction until you crash.

This is silly. I would love to know who really gives a dam about the post code they live in. Isn?t it just one of those things used in comedy? Surely anyone who is intelligent enough to read is intelligent enough not to care? Or am I just na?ve? Although if people lie about where they live because they want others to think that they live close to me then I suppose I can understand it.

Or East Dulwich ? The surrealist comedy sketch show?

*Slips in* *Sees DM passed out in her armchair and MP asleep under the tree* *Goes over to the advent calendar* *Figures he may as well open December 12th as Citizen isn?t here.* *Opens door marked 12* *It creaks ominously and opens to reveal:* *A small roast nut* *Odd? Leans forward* *It?s ticking!* *Quickly shuts door* *Decides to give it another go.* *Opens doors again to reveal:* *12 drummers drumming.* *Slams the door on the racket.* *hmmmm? curious. Would really just facny a Quality Street* *Opens the door once more? slowly this time? to reveal:* *A selection of self-help books!* Your Super-Megatron Nuclear Space Blaster ? and You Binge Drinking for Dummies: A Foreigner?s Guide to English Culture Learn the French Horn: Appreciation of the Fuller Figure by Dawn French At Least you are not a Mormon: A Dinner Party Survival Guide for Grown-Ups Who still Read Comics Step by Step Morris Dancing: A Foreigner?s Guide to the English Sense of Humour *What?* *Strongly suspects the advent calendar is taking the piss.* *Everyone?s a fucking comedian.* *Shuts door in disgust* *Jumps into the roaring fire and disappears with a pop.*

*Takes copy of ?English Case Law: Flukes and Long Shots? from the bookcase* *Thumbs through to see if there is any precedent for arguing a defense based on Spontaneous Combustion Brought About by French Hornning* *hmmm. A nut*

*Frantically thumbs through instruction manual* *I dunno!* *It does however have a marshmallow toasting setting.* *Gets to section regarding French Horns* *Sees warning in big red letters: ?Super-Megatron Nuclear Space Blasters ? don?t kill french horns. People kill french horns.?* *Oh dear*

*Tries to banish image of Keef and Dawn French from his mind* *French... French.. Where have I seen that lately?* *Spots a French horn* *Unhooks the Super-Megatron Nuclear Space Blaster ? from its home above the fireplace* *Sets dial 1 to Silent* *Sets dial 2 to Sub Atomic Dystrophy*

*Gets halfway through a wolf whistle before remembering himself and cutting it short* *Blimey that?s just brought back a boyhood memory of the year the Vicar?s wife played Mrs Claus in the Christmas Charity Play* *Shifts around uncomfortably in his chair* *Wipes mince pie and sherbet from his jumper and refills crystal pint pot with port* *Offers decanter around*

Apparently last year (well on the night my mate was there) the band was having an argument and Shane nearly walked off stage a couple of times.

I'm there next Wednesday. (tu)

I was more alarmed by the "loving" of the copy of the Guardian on the bus seat.

That?s disgusting!

*Sticks a sherbet fountain up his nose and a mince pie in his mouth* *Searches index to see what Plato has to say regarding Proton Packs*

*Grapples with the theory that: Even though physical objects are imperfect expressions of their ideal forms they can still very easily get blown to buggeration with a Super-Megatron Nuclear Space Blaster ?.*

*fades in* *Looks around at the festive decoration* *Looks down at himself. Still in black and white and not looking very festive* *Steps out of black and white and hangs it up on the coat rack for future use* *Emerges from his retro folly, resplendent in a red jumper embroidered with snowflakes, bobble hat, green tweed plus-fours and black patent leather hobnails.* *Takes up Waterford Crystal pint pot and fills it with port from the decanter.* *Shakes left boot to dislodge Bat dog?s amorous attentions* *Pulls up a chair by the fireplace* *Opens a leather bound book: ?The Complete Dialogues of Plato?* *Starts reading a copy of ?Judge Dredd vs. Lobo: Psycho-Bikers vs. The Mutants From Hell? hidden between the pages*

Most amusing frequently linked to news source ? The Daily Mash (Mockney's fault I believe)

It started when the residents first had a bit of extra money to spend on superfluous rubbish or on eating out more. Nowhere would have opened if there wasn?t a market for it. From there it just spiraled with things like estate agents and the fact that it is situated very well having an exponential effect. But what about the fact that anywhere that is ?regenerated? has to become a homogenised inside-out American shopping mall? Well I blame that on the fact that millions of people have gone to university and studied things like communications, marketing and advertising.

Yeah. I work in a Victorian building (so it is at least 2500 years old) and at some point in its history they fitted an air-conditioning/heating system that does a very good job of ruining the its authentic charm and keeping it cold in winter and hot in summer.

Well I?m always up for pinning anything I can on estate agents. So I propose that estate agents get blamed for all the negative effects of regeneration and local resident?s and community spirit take the credit for the positive effects.

Personally I don?t think there is any such thing as ?regeneration? in the sense that people seem to take it. Places just evolve and change along with the people who live in them. There are peaks and troughs of recession and affluence but the human race and the society it creates is a, fluid ever changing and evolving organism. I moved here 4 years ago because it was cheaper and nicer than places like Clapham, Balham and Herne Hill.

Romance of the year is surely Alan Dale and *Bob*

I still don?t completely get the William Rose thing (the idea that it is such a significant omen of upward mobility). Why is a butchers considered so ?posh?. Yeah they do organic produce but surely any butcher shop in London would do the same these days. It is just supply and demand. The stuff starts appearing in the market where the butchers get their meat, they buy some and find out it sells, so they start stocking it regularly. If they had been there for 50 years surely it wouldn?t be any different as, presumably, they would have kept up with the current market. I understand that there is the novelty and (unfortunately with so many people) the snob value of buying from the ?organic butchers? but surely if they were an old established business that had never been forced out by the supermarkets they would still be selling what is available and what their customers want. Ironically those who buy from a place like William Rose for the snob value are the same sort of people who were flocking to the supermarkets 25 years ago to get their meat in pre-packed plastic containers because it made them oh-so-much-better than everyone else.

Strictly speaking we don?t lose cats. They just misplace us for a while.

Surely that's a scousist?