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I feel like a Dulwich infant...CPT? Oh, and still not seen any PM or personal mail pic daizie. Pffft.

Jah Lush Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > I'm so hot you'd have to stand back for fear of > being burned. And you latch on to me having the ego...?

Ding-a-ling!

Nope, I ride my bike to work, so my misery is concealed by my helmet, luckily enough. Daizie, it's all a facade, I promise you. Besides, forum people aren't real people until you meet them in reality, then you can properly make your mind up, better or worse.

KalamityKel Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Can't say I have taken the time to follow... ok in > short no Last post on page 1

KalamityKel Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > hmmmmm really? Hmmm, yeah. I'm no Brumm, though. Not seen the pics?

KalamityKel Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > I'm sooooo still none the wiser :-S Well, to be explicit: Yes, me.

Tears for Fears, as it happens. Tried out for The Smiths, but they said I brought the mood down too much.

Me, yesterday...

In a word, no. It was not like the attached. Was in the Bishop (as the actress said to...) then up to the Lodge for a few too many. Ended up chatting with an utterly delightful 40/50 something lady who was amazed that i was just chatting with her, and not chatting her up. She was also determined to impress on me that she had 3 kids and so could not possibly be of any interest to me. People can be a bit odd. May be about tonight, too, though. This weather shall have me stray not too far from the nest.

daizie Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > I need to be hunted, caught, teased and ravished > Ladymuck ;-) I can do that for you, you know...

Accost? You'd have to beat the Peckham massive to it. Do you carry shivvs?

I've had a f*cking hell of a week, and it's not yet done. I need a beer. I'm getting the feck out of this office and heading home, from where i shall be wandering to either the Palmerston or the Bishop for a pint or 8 and perhaps a whisky to finish. Yes, that bad. Won't see you there, due to my blind-drunkeness.

True. I did used to live in Clapham, and though good for singles it is, and I quote, "riddled with wnakers".

Yes, I wouldn't like to be facing a googlie come the final wicket. (I'd like to point out, as a Scot, that I have no idea what that means). I've never verbalised it, but as a mix of initials and surname I guess it's "Arceemackeff" Yes, to previous enquirer, most call me Rob, but why run with the pack?

That's the first time i've noticed i've got any mail....sorry, daizie.

Ooops, So you have. It's been a tough week or so, and I'm getting confused. You can, umm, fix me up any time you please. HAL9000, ABC? M. Jackson reference to things being easy?

Hey, c'mon, that was a call to arms. At least I'm giving it a go, what're you doing?

No, no. Winter is mating season (or at least that's when the courting starts - Spring is when you see the...er...offspring). I reckon the singletons (me) start accepting that yet another summer has passed and the high temps and high spirits which bring the promise of love are no more, and so a more proactive, pragmatic approach is required. It's an unwillingness to accept yet another year of defeat, another New Years Eve with nobody to kiss, another cold dark winter with nobody who wants to warm their hand (and heart) in yours. As the happy couples wrap up warm, and become enclosed in their hibernatory burrows and warrens, it's time for those who have not managed to gather their nuts over autumn (if you will) to venture ever further, try ever harder, to provide for themselves through the coming hardships. Yes, fellow solitary explorers, it is time for us to strike out; to find new lands. To perhaps find warm, sweet pastures on which to nourish our faintly beating hearts. So, who's for the pub?

He's a bit fit, that Brum lad.... I can offer a luxurious, comfy hug that he never could. It does look like he could offer many other things than that, though. Nay, sir, keep your cricket bat held high (or whatever you do in cricket). I fancy a pint later on, anyone?

Will do, but i must retire. Thanks for that. x

Bit like that *Bob* chap.

5ft 10in. About average weight, dark hair, hazel eyes, Scottish accent. Size 43 feet, OK job, gentle personality, tutorly manner. Viscious humour...

Hah, good call. Was only jesting. anyway, this pick will polarise opinion...

Queue away, I need to get off to bed if I'm to hold down this job, and remain beautiful... :-$