Muley

Tiptoes back into room, avoiding Mr Palaeologus' eye. Leaves small bowl of almonds on the bar. Tiptoes back to door then legs it back down corridor.

Moos Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Ooh, ooh, me too. I'm a trollop for anything > almond-flavoured. Personally, I'm a whore for Dundee cake but never eat the almonds on top. I'll leave them on the bar in the Quiet room for you.

Anyone up for forming a posse of tooled-up cycling vigilantes to take on this 'pedestrian menace?'

woofmarkthedog is spot on in saying that Sainsburys provide these spaces to cater for their most economically valuable customers. And speaking of economic viability it is todays children who will form the society of tomorrow, including the tax payers who will be funding your old age pension. Put simply, you need them far more than they need you.

Sneaking unpleasant confectionary into the home without your knowledge would seem to be a betrayal of trust, but perhaps a frank and open discussion, possibly with a professional councellor acting as an intermediary, would help. Has she ever done this kind of thing before?

*Bob* Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Thank God there's still somewhere that adults can > go for a quiet drink. > > Meet you by the climbing frame. Huh, my kids think I am the climbing frame

Well my dad would force me to sing 'Oops Upside Your Head' by the Gap Band*. And make me sit on the floor and do the stupid 'rowing' dance too. Inhuman, it was... *Ask your mum, she'll know.

No, that song was about kids, and the 'kill them in their cars' reference was specifically about the parent & child parking spaces in DKH Sainsburys

PROSouthwark, have you met 'thebeard'? I have a feeling you two would get on together...

Look... I'm a parent. And a cyclist. And I eat soup and fly in aeroplanes. I've even designed the odd car park. Now who the bloody hell is supposed to be arguing about what? Sod it, let's all go for a cold one...

lenk Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Muley Wrote: > -------------------------------------------------- > ----- > > Dear Lenk, > > > > Having read and re-read your posts on this > thread > > carefully, I think I've gained an insight into > > what lies behind your virulently anti-child > > stance: > > > > You're a miserable c**t! > > > > "C'mon kids, lets go and laugh at the grumpy > man, > > and poke him with sticks!" > > It's indescriminate, I'm no less misanthropic > towards those who don't have them to be honest. > > I don't even shop at that Sainsbury's. > > If I do I cycle there. At full pelt along the > path, with childcatcher attachment fitted. Well, that would seem to emphasise my point. "C'mon kids, lets go and poke sticks into the spokes of the grumpy man's bike and make him fall off!"

Dear Lenk, Having read and re-read your posts on this thread carefully, I think I've gained an insight into what lies behind your virulently anti-child stance: You're a miserable c**t! "C'mon kids, lets go and laugh at the grumpy man, and poke him with sticks!"

Cowboy Song- Thin Lizzy

It's good, but it's not the stuff of legends like 'surfing the green wave' down the Euston Road

Warm day, far too many cold beers- paces around the EDF in search of the Gentlemens facility, while listening to distant sound of Honaloochie's Mott records echoing down the corridor. Pause outside a door marked 'Issues/ Gossip'- can make out garbled voices arguing about increased levels of crime (or not) and something about chips. Glance upwards as a number of low flying aircraft pass overhead. A police siren wails in the distance- narrowly avoid having eye taken out by furiously twitching curtains. Continue searching with renewed urgency as pressure on bladder increases. Try the next door along, but hear sound of babies crying- must be the Family Room. Pressure now becoming unbearable. Slip through a door marked 'The Quiet Room' and survey the scene: numerous occupants, comatose and slumped on barstools, armchairs and loungers or just collapsed on the floor; one of these appears to be a pointy-eared animal with bushy tail, large yellow fangs and filthy matted fur. Head towards builders skip in corner of room, unbutton flies and 'take my ease'. Only when shaking off the last few drops does the realisation dawn that this is in fact not a skip but an absurdly oversized ladies handbag. Glance down at the inebriated owner, snoring obliviously and clutching an empty gin bottle. Decide to do the honourable thing- Tuck a ?20 note down her cleavage and write 'Sorry' in lipstick across her forehead; one is nothing if not a Gentleman. Hurriedly departs, pausing only to nod at the gentleman with the unfocussed eyes, dribbling over a semi-pornographic magazine

Boys Keep Swinging- David Bowie

Soft As Your Face- Soup Dragons

Ah, but when you get the 'Full Moon', as it were... Bet that gets you howling, eh BBW?

I'm quite partial to a Danish with a fat arse

Muley Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > I hear Sainsburys is heaving with beautiful asian > women with J-Lo booties They also have a variety of breads, cakes and pastries, so all bases covered then!

Lets just take a moment to offer condolences to Brendan in this most difficult time of utter indifference. We feel your apathy. Stay strong...

I hear Sainsburys is heaving with beautiful asian women with J-Lo booties

Moos Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Leave PGC alone, she'll be back with us when she's > ready. > > So the Bilbo thing is to do with barrel-makers - > maybe we can work it out between us? Back with us when she's ready? What, like Dulwichmum? In fact, are you suggesting that PGC and Dulwichmum are one and the same? And that therefore Duwichmum actually resides in PECKHAM (OHMYGOD!) And where did coopers come from? Could it be 'Enery Cooper from dahn the Old Kent Road? So many questions.....and yet so few answers.....

bignumber5 it's not you, it's me. hope we can still be friends...

No, got confused with The Satanic Sluts, the act that old wots'ername was in prior to the recent Brand/Ross fiasco. I'm always gettin' me floozies mixed up, me.