Jump to content

Did anyone else see the man in a cheerleaders skirt and crop top cycling down East Dulwich Road?


Recommended Posts

I'm sure I didn't imagine him.


A man with flowing greying locks, bra top, black & gold ra-ra type skirt, black strappy sandals with cute kitten heels, cycling down East Dulwich Road, in his late 50's, on a man's bike, around 2.30 this afternoon?


Come on someone else must have seen him.


If it was any of you lot, it is time to own up.

It was indeed Dulwichmum. She was on her daily Meths run down to Terry's DIY.


Interestingly she got very confused when Sean's DIY changed to Terry's DIY, cycling straight past it and not realising her mistake until she reached Willesden. Luckily there is a B&Q in that area so she was able to access a bottle of "the blue" before wobbling back.

I see him all the time, mainly waltzing down clapham high street - I think it's fabulous, we could do with a bit more colour in our lives, lest we slip into dull carbon copies of each other. Maybe he could give style tips to the hideous excuse for a clothes store that is 'white stuff' - could be worse, we could all dress like that!

Beej Wrote:

-------------------------------------------------------

> I see him all the time, mainly waltzing down

> clapham high street - I think it's fabulous, we

> could do with a bit more colour in our lives, lest

> we slip into dull carbon copies of each other.

> Maybe he could give style tips to the hideous

> excuse for a clothes store that is 'white stuff' -

> could be worse, we could all dress like that!


I didn't know it was him. I worked in Clapham High St some time ago and if it's the same guy he volunteered in a charity shop there. He'd be in some days in regular male casual dress and then just turn up in A dress. Could see that he puzzled a lot of the local youth, I heard them use harsh words about him, and considering the proximity of the haves and have nots in the area he was a brave man to even consider it. The buffer zone there is a lot smaller than in ED and he was potentially risking verbal/physical abuse by paddling his own canoe in this particular style.

On the other hand he may have been using the logic of the writer Tom whatsisface (Bonfire Of The Vanities) who always struts around even the meanest of streets in a white suit, hat and cane. He reckons that if you look very different then you are safer than if you try to conform.

Anyway, I'm glad he's still aropund.

You must mean this fella...


We see him/her in our office all the time. Apparently we did a splash on her - front page I should clarify... - a few years ago when Ian, I think he calls himself, lost a load of cash.


He'd spent all the money he got for a house he'd sold after getting squatters' rights and then "invested" it in a autobiography, which bombed. I think that was the story anyway.


Great picture eh? Look closely...

I was reading my book outside Black Cherry when my eyes were drawn to an unfeasibly short skirted (wo)man with legs akimbo, breezing down towards East Dulwich Grove on a sit up & beg push bike. The sun was shining & the assembled males outside the Bish offered up a spontaneous encore of wolf whistles........ Quite a site to behold.
I once met him at a party in Vauxhall square years ago. We had a chat and he seemed like the most normal guy in the world, really nice and interesting. Just goes to show.( not sure what- maybe, dont judge a book...)

Create an account or sign in to comment

You need to be a member in order to leave a comment

Create an account

Sign up for a new account in our community. It's easy!

Register a new account

Sign in

Already have an account? Sign in here.

Sign In Now
  • Latest Discussions

    • I've never got Christmas pudding. The only times I've managed to make it vaguely acceptable to people is thus: Buy a really tiny one when it's remaindered in Tesco's. They confound carbon dating, so the yellow labelled stuff at 75% off on Boxing Day will keep you going for years. Chop it up and soak it in Stones Ginger Wine and left over Scotch. Mix it in with a decent vanilla ice cream. It's like a festive Rum 'n' Raisin. Or: Stick a couple in a demijohn of Aldi vodka and serve it to guests, accompanied by 'The Party's Over' by Johnny Mathis when people simply won't leave your flat.
    • Not miserable at all! I feel the same and also want to complain to the council but not sure who or where best to aim it at? I have flagged it with our local MP and one Southwark councillor previously but only verbally when discussing other things and didn’t get anywhere other than them agreeing it was very frustrating etc. but would love to do something on paper. I think they’ve been pretty much every night for the last couple of weeks and my cat is hating it! As am I !
    • That is also a Young's pub, like The Cherry Tree. However fantastic the menu looks, you might want to ask exactly who will cook the food on the day, and how. Also, if  there is Christmas pudding on the menu, you might want to ask how that will be cooked, and whether it will look and/or taste anything like the Christmas puddings you have had in the past.
    • This reminds me of a situation a few years ago when a mate's Dad was coming down and fancied Franklin's for Christmas Day. He'd been there once, in September, and loved it. Obviously, they're far too tuned in to do it, so having looked around, £100 per head was pretty standard for fairly average pubs around here. That is ridiculous. I'd go with Penguin's idea; one of the best Christmas Day lunches I've ever had was at the Lahore Kebab House in Whitechapel. And it was BYO. After a couple of Guinness outside Franklin's, we decided £100 for four people was the absolute maximum, but it had to be done in the style of Franklin's and sourced within walking distance of The Gowlett. All the supermarkets knock themselves out on veg as a loss leader - particularly anything festive - and the Afghani lads on Rye Lane are brilliant for more esoteric stuff and spices, so it really doesn't need to be pricey. Here's what we came up with. It was considerably less than £100 for four. Bread & Butter (Lidl & Lurpak on offer at Iceland) Mersea Oysters (Sopers) Parsnip & Potato Soup ( I think they were both less than 20 pence a kilo at Morrisons) Smoked mackerel, Jerseys, watercress & radish (Sopers) Rolled turkey breast joint (£7.95 from Iceland) Roast Duck (two for £12 at Lidl) Mash  Carrots, star anise, butter emulsion. Stir-fried Brussels, bacon, chestnuts and Worcestershire sauce.(Lidl) Clementine and limoncello granita (all from Lidl) Stollen (Lidl) Stichelton, Cornish Cruncher, Stinking Bishop. (Marks & Sparks) There was a couple of lessons to learn: Don't freeze mash. It breaks down the cellular structure and ends up more like a French pomme purée. I renamed it 'Pomme Mikael Silvestre' after my favourite French centre-half cum left back and got away with it, but if you're not amongst football fans you may not be so lucky. Tasted great, looked like shit. Don't take the clementine granita out of the freezer too early, particularly if you've overdone it on the limoncello. It melts quickly and someone will suggest snorting it. The sugar really sticks your nostrils together on Boxing Day. Speaking of 'lost' Christmases past, John Lewis have hijacked Alison Limerick's 'Where Love Lives' for their new advert. Bastards. But not a bad ad.   Beansprout, I have a massive steel pot I bought from a Nigerian place on Choumert Road many years ago. It could do with a work out. I'm quite prepared to make a huge, spicy parsnip soup for anyone who fancies it and a few carols.  
Home
Events
Sign In

Sign In



Or sign in with one of these services

Search
×
    Search In
×
×
  • Create New...