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Just looking out for your well-being *Bob*. As a concerned member of the Forum. If you carry on in this vein you'll have to book yourself in for a session of alternative therapy somewhere down the Lane.


And don't you dare say anything about my favourite biscuits!

AllforNun Wrote:

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> Maybe they are just knackered, run down and a have

> new level of patience dictated by sleep

> deprivation and little personal time ?


You don't have to be a parent for these things to apply!

The privately educated reference/certain middle class (I would say) is very interesting. I was in Dulwich Park a few months ago, and was spinning my three-year-old round on the round-about, when a little boy aged about five or six came over and ordered me to stop the roundabout so he could get on and continued to bark orders at me the whole time he was on it "stop going so fast" etc, while his parents looked on adoringly. I would never allow my kids to be that rude, and certainly would reprimand them. But maybe they are happy with this as it will mean he will fit brilliantly into some city banking team in the future. But won't be liked by many other people.
As someone who went to a private school I can confirm they do produce a disproportionately large percentage of wankers. Although I think it has more to do with the type of parent who sends their child to a private school than the actual school itself.

suspect it does have something to do with the school too - my private school: pretty low proportion of wankers; private school up the road: terrifically high proportion of wankers.


Think it all comes down to an over-developed sense of entitlement, whether that's imbued by the parents or the school, it leads to a lack of respect for others and general massive wankerdom in adulthood

RosieH Wrote:

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> Think it all comes down to an over-developed sense

> of entitlement, whether that's imbued by the

> parents or the school, it leads to a lack of

> respect for others and general massive wankerdom

> in adulthood


OHMYGOD Rosie darling, you are inspired!

*Bob* you are a credit to this forum. Long may you post


Mothers of Ed. after you have relaxed- put more make up on. Stop wearing your coats over your pajamas. Spend more on shoes. Stride the Lane as though it was a catwalk.

Aspire to true yumminess. Imagine the glory. Imagine your husband's pride. Where DM can go, you can try to follow.

its the buggies that complicate stuff in peck rye caff. true they aint all yummy. most of them are going through the least yummy part of their lives too. sleepless. hassled you know the score. I did get freaked by one who sat there with all her stuff laid out and the stinkiest baby ever. ooh god the whole place reeked of the thing. Being a yummy daddy I would never ever let that happen. they screech i walk out the door with them too. till theyre ready to come back in. One thing i would say, i think its Snorky's table with the ketchup. Mine would be salivating to lick it up. Its a definition of succsess for peck rye caff that they all accumalate there. means its a nice place to go. which it is.Itself a miracle in a place where years ago not one of them would dare go anywhere near it. Ive had years of being in a world wheere its 99% women around me, Im the only just about dad there. Theres plenty of v sweet mums round here, but true some 'look down the nose' rabble. Ive a radar for them and avoid like..the plague.

there's wankers in every class, every walk of life, both genders, childless or with children, at every school, in every country, and yes, even here in east dulwich (not on the forum of course!). i'm usually pretty nice, but catch me on a bad day, when i've had too little sleep and stepped in a pile of dog sh*te for the second time and locked myself out of the house... geez, i might just (for only a split second mind you) be something of a wanker too.

i saw a friend diffuse what could have been a hostile situation beautifully: she and another driver got into a confrontation over right of way and he was cursing and gesturing rudely, so she rolled down her window and when he did the same she laughed and asked, in a flirty kind of way: "did you actually pass your driver's test?" the guy actually laughed, and apologised! imagine the improvement if we were all a little less reactive and a little more lighthearted... so often i react to aggression with aggression... maybe if someone is rude we could try asking: "are you having a bad day? anything i can do to help....?"

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