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Rico Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Pensioners and similar 'vunerable' are certainly > what such housing is for. They should be there > for as long as they need it, even for life. Same > as benefits for the truly ill/disabled etc. > > It does demonstrate the point - it's about > attitude. I accept the longstanding attitude was > Government as mother and responsible for housing > everyone, forever and ever amen. My 88 year old > neighbour, who bought her house from off the > Council 50 years ago (no joke) still calls the > Council when anything goes wrong. She can afford > any repair but her generation believes 'if there > is any problem in my life it's up to the Council > to sort it out'. Fair enough. > > So yes, pensioners will stay - but the next > generations of pensioners is where we need to > start changing attitudes about Government as > caretaker of all with no responsibility expected, > no checks, always Gov'ts fault and > responsibility. > > This thread proves how deep it is in our society. > The moment anyone sniffs what they perceive as > 'negative' and 'against the poor' they trounce and > refuse to accept that individuals need to take at > least as much responsibility as Government. I > actually think the constant excuses for those in > lower incomes is part of the problem and your ill > conceived 'protection' of them does them a > disservice. But that's another thread. So, the issue wasn't really about smokers? The feckless poor. They even pay less tax on their ciggies. Perhaps the Government should put an extra tax on SuperKings and Lambert and Butler. That'll get them off their arses. I'd love to hear more about your views on our social problems. Warms the cockles.

Not a street name or local, but used to work with someone who insisted on prenouncing St John's Wood, Sinjun Wood. One of many things that I didn't like about them. And my bank don't seem to be able to get Southwark, calling it South Walk.

Probably not definitive, but a quuck list: All About Eve- love the script and Bette Davis is sublime The Turning Point- especially Shirley MacLaine and Anne Bancroft's fight outside the theatre Gypsy- best musical ever! Carve Her Name With Pride- always makes me cry Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown- could be almost any Almodovar film Silkwood- love Streep in this What?s Up Doc?- one of the funniest films. Love Madeleine Karn Educating Rita- Julie Walters is great The Dead- John Houston's last film. The Lives of Others- best film so far this decade

Have a ciggie and chill out. I have one of those rental agreements that tells me I can't smoke. He also tells me that I responsible for the drains and lots of other things I couldn't give a hoot for. In my mind, as long as I open the windows, there's not really a problem. We are in a financial arrangement, he's not my lifestyle coach. Do you spend much time in Council properties? If people want to light up, scratch their arse or lots of other unmentionables. All in the comfort of their home, none of my business.

Natasha, I'm confused. Gay men looking like Gay Men. Whatever next. Have you not got anything better to do than internet searching photos of Gays. What's your point?

My salary has grown, but due to me building up credit cards debts that I have to pay off, I feel piss poor. It's a shock to have to live within your means, but you get used to it. When I have it, I spend it, albeit more slowly. I no longer use credit cards. The credit crunch has meant that alot people can't borrow more money left right and centre. Is that a bad thing? I do believe that Labour have done much to improve people's lives, but if people are feeling the pinch and see their house prices go down, they aren't necessarily going to care.

You could dump it along my road, a popular haunt for unused furniture/ old baths/ abandoned clothes etc

The talk about prams reminded me of the woman that used to carry her pooches around in one with another group tied to the pram, walking across the Rye. Is she still aound?

There's nothing wrong with a little grott. From the slightly creepy school uniform shop, the bike-type shop that wants to hide itself away, the assembled beer guts at the tyre place and of course, the legendary owner of the hardware shop with the wavey hair. There's obviously a market for them.

Julie Birchall?

I was once found myself in Jon Taylor from Duran Duran's garage. Not sure quite why.

monica Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Qualified therapists will not intervene in life > threatening conditions, its called complementary > for a reason You mean like HIV? There are plenty of therapists working this client group, offering their wares, with no real evidence that is beneficial or on the reverse, evidence that it is not possibly harmful.

It depemds. How much do they charge for a orange and lemonade concoction?

If people want to throw money at therapies that give them a lift, well I suppose it's not harming anybody. I believe it's a waste of money, but each to their own. I'm sceptical, particularly for people who have life long medical conditions, who rely on Western medicine to keep them alive. I can;t help feeling that Complementary therapy preys on these people, offering them hope, without any evidence that it works. I think it's a scandal. No matter what training a therapist has, if the treatment they are given is unproven with no proper evidence base, then how can this be ethical?

What this Mr Fisher? (Though this is not my year)

Keef Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > > > Did Mr Fisher teach you German by any chance? ;-) > Yep, though he wasn't really my type. I think it was the 70s wardrobe and the swish weren't for me. I got D in my German O' Level.

I also went to Aske's. It turned me gay. I remember Mr Skinner and his predecessor who left to have a nervous breakdown, I think. Spent most of the last few years daydreaming about life beyond school, though I still a warm feeling when I see it from the bus.

Only began to notice it, when I couldn't be bothered anymore to trudge downstairs and have a ciggie and decided that leaving the window open was far easier. The helicopters are a real pain.

I continually have problems with mine. The outdoor aerial was a load of trouble, so started to use an old inside one and have experienced better service, though sometimes I have to change the direction of the thing. Seems to have a mind of its own. It's pretty hopeless. Digital TV may the future, but any problem and you get no picture at all. Many a time, the picture on old stylee TV is just as good, even I do miss Bid Up TV and the zillionth repeat of Two Pints.

Had an email last week advising me that internet dating leads to an increase in Syphillis. Thanks for the concern. Also one advising me that Elton John was dead, which was a bit wierd.

It may well be that they just didn't want to give to the Charity or to you. When I've been approached, there seems to be this unwritten rule that people around you will give something and if they don't cough up, there must be some motive behind it. If they expectation is that you are meant to give, then they are not being given any choice in the matter, which can aggravate people. I also choose to give to Gay or HIV Charities and a very occassional pound or two to other charities.

Tis true. I read it somewhere. There's a direct correlation with the how low the jeans fall on the back crack and their general getting up to no-goodness. Luckily all my baggy jeans that were falling round my arse, after much drinking, now fit snuggly.

It's strange, I was watching him this morning and I thought he looked really uncomfortable. And what's with a grown man calling themselves Charlie? What's wrong with Charles?

I thought that the major couriers didn't accept passports, due to the higher risk of them being taken. A colleague had great trouble in getting one sent to him and had to resort to having somebod fly and meet him.

Those Cadbury adverts, 'you'll need to find new ways to be naughty'. Make me want to throw. And that ropey advert asking people to text their potential partner's name to see if you are compatible. What?