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Yeah silly isn?t it. Just because you wear a suit to work doesn?t mean you are a professional. Being a professional means having achieved the requisite knowledge and qualifications and passed the reviews in order to become listed with and qualified by a professional body.

I read the title of this thread as East Dulwich Cheese and was a bit disappointed when I opened it.


I'm inclined to agree with *Bob* about use of the word in rental ads, but I think it can also mean more than that. Sometimes I'd say it's code for "we like to think of ourselves as a modern-day, South East London version of This Life."

Personally I would rather live with someone with a proper job.


When I was in my early twenties all my friends had proper jobs: Gareth fixed bicycles, Martin was a Barman and Steve fixed printing machines. We always had exiting misadventures happen in our daily lives that made good stories to tell in the pub and no one ever whined about stress and/or how boring their jobs were.


Now we are big and Gareth does ?something in insurance?, Martin does ?something in auditing? and Steve does ?something in computers?. Every one of them is miserable in their jobs and consequently rubbish company.

I had to look at the official list of professions recently to find someone to certify a passport picture. Journalists are included?! The people I know that made it on to the list were a couple of teachers and a couple of accountants. All of whom are the most promiscuous, drunken, unreliable, irresponsible people I know.

"President/Secretary of a recognised organisation"


Recognised by whom? Does the forum have a President? Mr Administrator....could you sign my photo please.


To get back on-thread, this idea of an East Dulwich lexicon is quite a good one but I'm having a mind blank and can't contribute anything. :-S

SimonM Wrote:

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> >>(Stern Look) Sex Workers, please Simon

> *looks ashamed at first but then wonders if this

> was a request and not a rebuke?*


It was neither.. Just a bit of tomfoolery. I'm all-up for calling a spade a spade.

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