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or the 'cat litter tray'!

Of all the great things that have happened to Peckham Rye park, personally, I think that the huge pink onyx (marble or whatever) fountain looks incongruous and is, apparently, quite useless. It's as if the powers that be had money left over and couldn't think what to buy, flicked through a catalogue and decided on that. I appreciate that it may be a bit of Victoriana... and maybe it would weather in a bit if it were a fountain, but if that's not even going to happen - what's the point of it?

Talking of cons... I was driving down Dulwich Common a few weeks ago (the top end after the Harvester)in slow-moving traffic. There was an old boy on a motor scooter who was propelling himself along by his feet. As a drew level he motioned for me to wind my window down and asked me for a pound or two as he'd "run out of petrol". I obliged with a couple of quid, but as I pulled away I got the strongest feeling I'd been had. The scooter didn't actually appear roadworthy at all and he was quite scruffy with a helmet that didn't fit. When I looked in my rear view mirror I could see him doing the same thing to other drivers. Don't know if he was just passing through or whether it's a regular ruse.

The original bakery was 'orrible - surly staff more than a whiff of super tennants about it. The opposite corner to the DIY was a launderette (I think). But, what is that artexed shop front next to the newsagents? I know this will probably bring 'the poncification of ED' back to the fore, but this bit of road could really do with some lottery or local gov funding to bring it inline with the regenerated Peckham Rye park.

The greengrocer's hut - those were the days! The DIY shop is brilliant, but everything else along there gives me a sinking feeling. Perhaps its 'feng shui' is all wrong!

Freudian slip!

Or... did you mean a frazzle sandwich?

No. He's a sad, self-destructive, spoilt boy. He might've had a modicum of talent at some point, but now is just another pointless celeb.

A razzle sandwich... every schoolboy's dream!

That little parade has always been a bit sad. Nothing seems to thrive, and plenty of good restaurants and individual shops have come and gone. It has good wide pavements... perhaps it might benefit from some mature tree planting. A friend of mine had a plan to get the electrical substation by the bus stop moved too. It lacks something...

Giant-sized jeans!

It has to be those giant 4 wheel drive jeep-cum-pick-up-trucks that are multiplying on our narrow London roads!

Best letting agent in ED - Jamie at Property In. Professional, polite, friendly, helpful. No hesitation in recommending at all... unlike Ludlow Thompson (head office somewhere in Midlands).

But don't you need a fine drill for that... rather than a hammer and chisel?

Isn't that the alternative therapy called trepanation?!

Exactly!

I agree with you. I was just wondering whether they realise exactly how they're coming across? Giving them the benefit of the doubt! But, I only look at the pictures anyway, I only read the content because it was pointed out!

No. But, if I was Bellenden Belle I might be tempted!

It seems (in my humble opinion) to be written by someone who doesn't have English as their first language. So perhaps they don't realise that the 'tone' is off.

I've met some right ones!

This sounded perfect... until I read the date. Alas, it's the day after my 46th birthday, so I will be ineligible on two counts - two old and too hungover to discern between brands! Hey ho.

ho ho! I wasn't that young!

I was in Canada on this day thirty years ago. I was absolutely shocked and distraught when I heard the news as I'd always believed I'd marry Elvis one day and that was as near as I got (well I was very(ish) young at the time! Suspicious Minds please.

Another colleague has a whole list of them, but it's difficult for me to come right out and ask for them "because I want to add them to a thread on the East Dulwich Forum"...

One of my colleagues comes out with some classics... "The penny finally dawned on him" "You could hear a mouse drop"