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Stop what, Vona? You have made 4 posts in total on the EDF, so hardly contributed to your own debate? If it's a bit rubbish, you do realise that the floor is yours, too?


And are you a single (hot) woman in East Dulwich? Let's not foret the flatmate, too, of course.

daizie Wrote:

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> So you still have those cobwebs then, lol


I do not expect them to shift any time soon. I'm off to San Diego on Wed. morning, so perhaps my dulcit Scots tones shall entice some dainty Latina my way... probably not.

Saw him last night on the J. Ross show. He had my mate, Emma, all a-swoon and she's Scottish, too, so should be immune or something?


I need a trip to the gym, and a few inches (probably in both depts) to pass myself off as fine ol' Gerry. I'm only 5ft 10.

vona Wrote:

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> Hello people - let's stop all the rubbish online

> banter and organise some kind of east dulwich

> evening out, non? At least we can all berate each

> other/make friends/fall in love face to face....?



Well, for those of you of a hedonistic/narcissistic bent, as am I, I am now off to Liquorish to read the Sundays. I may well then move on to the Bishop, and who knows?


Feel free to join me, as I shall be posting my movements on here, should I move, as a show of masculine willingness (read desperation).


Bright red sweater, look a dejection. Can't miss me, even when you try.

ThinLizzy Wrote:

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> Hehe, I know at least two very gorgeous and

> seemingly single men in ED, and I'm not telling

> you where or who they are!!! Hehe


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TL


What ever became of that barman you were pursuing/keen on ?

KalamityKel Wrote:

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> haha a lovely idea altho im am currently soaking

> in da bath would u b so kind enuff 2 bring one

> over?


Delighted to, assuming that you are a wet, naked woman, and not a wet, naked man. I don't care how many bubbles you have to cover "little kel".

That's two pints down in the palmerston. May go for three, then it's the bishop. Spelling may begin to suffer, but hopefully syntax shall endure. I hope you enjoy the demise, or at least descent, into the gutter of this "blog". Kel, you drying off yet?
My cheeks have gone bright red. This is almost certainly alcohol poisoning. I'm going to be trouble this eve, although I'm beginning to suspect that my rugged highland charms are not what appeal to the refined southern rose. This may be the crux of it.

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