Keef

Sounds sweet as! There are still day tickets left I think...

*Thinks "phew, lucky korma is disgustingly sweet and I avoid it like the plague!"* *Looks at green faces, and feels smug* ;-)

But if the selfish gene leads the way, surely we should all just be running on instict, much as the fox does in killing it's prey. If we have the capacity to realise that our actions are destroying our planet, surely our instinct for survival should lead us to then try to save the planet... No?

Good call, I like a bit of a ghost story!

*Marvels at Ant's ability to both entertain offspring, and manage fatherhood at the same time!!!*

Keeps foxes out?!?!? Do the walss smell of human urine? ;-)

What like Banksey, who has taken it upon his arrogant self to travel the world, and impose his art on everyone whether they like it or not! Sorry, slightly off topic, but I hate that tw@t! I actually don't mind a bit of graffiti, which is why the playground is suck a great place for them, as they can MC, and it's covered in quality old skool art! B)

*Thinks, hmm Bagpuss78 is looking a bit smug* *Makes mental note not to mess with smug looking women!* ;-)

Well not all of them.... Do you know me nutty?!?!?!? :-S

Mikewbate Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > The human reaction is indeed not > instinctive, but it is a reaction to fox > behaviour. People have to decide what they > concider to be acceptable. > Why should we have the right to decide what is acceptable for a fox to do, and to kill said fox if it breaks our rules (rules that the fox isn't aware of? It's a strange world, foxes get killed for eating livestock, simply because we're annoyed as we had intended to eat that livestock.... I'm not a vegetarian (much to the disgust of my better half), but I don't like human feeling of superiority over everything else on this planet... One could argue that that's how we've buggered the place up so much, through our own arrogance! Ahem, sorry... *climbs down from high horse*

That's not true! If these teenagers are doing some MCing, and someone has the time to let them do it, and express themselves, then good on them. What would they be doing otherwise??? It's not like giving a greasy long haired tenn a guitar is going to lead them in to heavy drugs and trashing hotel rooms!

OH COME ONE!!!!! :-S

*Looks up number for sex counsellors in phone book* *Leaves said number with note for Mikewbate on top of pile of Razzles* *Looks enquireingly towards Bagpuss78 as if to say "what's eatin' you, huh* *Opens Patio door to todays landscape* http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/4/4a/Taj1.jpg/300px-Taj1.jpg *Thinks to self "I fancy a curry and a keema nan"* *Sits on patio chair and rests eyes* B)

*Wondersa in, smiles and waves to Dulwichmum* *Notices torn trouser leg on the floor, and decides it best not to ask* *Squeezes 6 big oranges and pours 2 glasses of juice* *Passes glass to Dulwichmum* *Throws a couple of logs on huge open fire* *Sit's in front of fire with long poker and toasts marshmellows*

No, closed early 90's. It was turned in to flats.

Doesn't ring any bells.

Sorry Fish, didn't mean to bite your head off ( I hate sea food ;-) ), but it was a horrid thing. No apology from the paper that I know of... Things didn't work that way back then. It was 1988 - 89, I was only about 10 or 11 at the time, but remember it well, as we went to that school, and that church! My mum knew them both quite well, especially the vicar (won't put their names on here). Basically the teacher and the vicar were both very very good people, and great at their jobs... They were gay, and had a party with friends, but not some sleazy thing with rent boys or anything like that. Anyway, one of the so-called friends at the party sold a photo to the paper, which proved nothing, but was enough for them to make up a load of trash! They basically had a headline along the lines of "Orgy at the vicarage"!!! As a result, they were both pretty much sacked, or "asked to leave" their jobs... The real shame was that the parishioners of the church, and the pupils of the school lost out! It was however quite the scandal at the time! Anyway, mum still hears occasional things about both of them, and thankfully they both got over the whole thing, but it must have taken time!

About 4 years ago I was at some club charity night on Oxford Street, and left early as it was a week night (believe it or not). I jumped on a route master 12 going to Dulwich Library, and fell straight to sleep... I woke up to find that it had gone to Dulwich then turned round and gone all the way back to Notting Hill with me still on it!!!!! Ended up paying some dodgy "cab" a fortune to get me home about half 3 in the morning!!! Work the next day sucked, and to add salt to the wound, I found out that my friend who I had left at the club, had left 10 minutes after me, after his sister insisted on paying for a cab for him.... He was home by half 12!!!!!!!!:X Since that day, I have made a point of never being sensible again! :)-D

That is a complete exaggeration of what happened! 2 good people had their lives fucked up by that whole thing, because some sleezy w@n!er for some crap paper made up a load of rubbish after a friend of those people sold a story for some easy cash!

*Remembers enjoying Dynasty as a kid, and wonders how Crystal can have missed the reference* ;-) *Suspects that Huguenot is probably King of Narnia by now, having spent many years on quest for lampost. Remembers that he'll probably look like not a mement has passed upon his return* *Realises that if that was true, he would have returned a second after leaving* *Holds head as thinking is beginning to cause migrane* *Decides it's time to go home, waves farewell and departs* :-S

Quite!

Think you're right Ant! So Crystal, CPT? ;-)

*Nods thanks to Crystal* *Marvels at the beauty of said Australian Mountains, and longs for bygone days*

There always used to be a sign just before the roundabout near the garage. Not sure if it's still there.

Polly, CC is not joking, alas it happens to the best of us!