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Why on earth would a cabbie dump wee bottles in the same place? Unless it's some kind of urine-based vendetta? Somebody has to knock on the door of the house and raise the matter. Any volunteers? One for Councillor Wotsisname?

It doesn't stand to reason that everybody who lives near a pub and gets naffed off with the noise is an idiot/didn't see it coming/hates pubs/publicans. I lived next door but three to a very busy pub in Shoreditch for five years, and the constant pissed-up arguing, and daily tide of fag ends/urine (mostly from people I knew...) does get you down. That's not unreasonable. Landlords asking and then expecting drunks to be quiet, considerate, Plod-fearing citizens who whisper considerately after dark is a tough ask. Ask any honest landlord, and they'll tell you that a "please be considerate to neighbours when leaving" sign only tends to work if wedged in a drunk's kisser. As for total sound-proofing, anything is possible, but it's pricy, and the law doesn't dictate catacomb-esque levels so landlords won't do it out of the kindness of their hearts. Why should they? They firefight complaints as and when they happen, as it's cheaper. It's bread and butter to them and the odd grumpy old sow won't result in any pub closures. Soundproofing boozers For me, the hardest thing to live with is the noise from punters, especially in the summer. Why? I could hear all my mates having a laugh every time I had my front room windows open, and found it impossible to stay in!:))

I wasn't talking about the ales, I usually drink bitter, or even the punters, and for my sins I used to run an ale society in Manchester, so I've mixed with plenty of CAMRA bod. What I meant was the die-hard beards usually huff and moan if you so much as take a coat of paint off an original ceiling rose, never mind move a bar/door. These primeval cats don't even like CO2 in their beer, although they often drink it with the aid of electric lighting. Whichever way you look at it, the CPT ain't working. It needs fixing, and if that means::o moving a door/bar, so what? The world will continue to spin, and, you never know, it might, just might, make the place better. The way some folk carry on about change, it's a wonder they use the internet at all. After all, look what it did to the carrier pigeon industry...

... and there are no customers. If they don't change it, surely it'll just be a turd-polishing exercise? People so often seem to want change, so long as nothing changes. Therein lies yet another pub closure ? to add to the list of 1300 pubs that called a final "time, please, gents" in 2010. I wish the new guys luck, they have the guts to buy out a pub in a recession against a bleak backdrop. And before you say it, I don't work for them, know them or have any affiliation whatsoever other than just wanting another decent boozer in the area. Who cares if the CAMRA beards are ruffled?

Well, there's lots of free PR for the place going out here, maybe it's all a ruse to get people to go down there again, like when Heinz threatened to withdraw salad cream, or the BBC had the axe poised over Radio 6...

Maybe Councillor Barber took Cameron's Big Society thing to heart and did a Liberal tidy-up?

Hi guys, I attended a Neighbourhood Watch meeting last night, and the police officers told us there have been a few incidents of people having their car/house keys stolen through the letterbox in the East Dulwich area, by use of a fishing rod/cane, or some other implement. They warned us to be vigilant about leaving keys where they can be seen through the letterbox, as organized gangs poke through, hook them, and clear off. It has mainly been happening at night time. The first thing you know is when your motor's gone walkies in the morning. Common sense stuff, but just thought I'd pass it on so you can all keep it in mind. Auto Trader piece

Maybe I should stand for local MP?! ;-)

Goose Green Centre... don't recall you being there?

I was at a Neighbourhood Watch resident's meeting last night, with two local coppers. Amazingly, these wee bottles came up, several people there had seen this thread and I'm sure the others will now have descended for a gander. Plod made a note of the address, and may well investigate soon. I don't think we're talking DNA profiling, and they didn't seem that interested in "taking a taste test" as I put it, but they're on the case. Well, mercifully there's not a lot of real crime around here, really...

I think the more dads the merrier, why narrow it down to SAHDs? I will have a word with the staff @ EDT to see what they say about early opening. There might be a fee, dunno.

Have you ever played the computer game GTA: Vice City? 'Cos the ice cream vans after dark aren't selling choc ices...

My guess is a weird Berocca OCD, which is nowhere near as funny as the urine theory, but would help explain the white residue. I leave a glass of the stuff by the bed at night if I've had a bunch of booze, vainly hoping it will fend off all evils, and it looks pretty much like that next morning...

Sounds like we need a private eye. A case for Piss Marple?

Banged to rights! It's possible that the Hepworth may have been taken by an avid art lover, to savour in the solitude of their own private kingdom, in the same way that church roofs may well have been stripped of their lead by a pack of dedicated, if unorthodox, vicars who were determined to get their own parish roof up to scratch at the expense of others'. A sort of "church Darwinism". If vicars believed in Darwinism, that is. But, call me a cynic, my vote is still on the Hepworth meeting the same fiery grave as the 9m of signaling cable stripped out betwixt London Bridge and Bermondsey South back in September...

Has anybody else suffered the persistent and insidious dropping of turds (which I hope are canine in origin...) right outside their gates, day after day? I'm starting to get paranoid here in Oakhurst Grove that I'm getting faecal revenge for some minor misdemeanour of yore (perhaps involving the erroneous commandeering of a wheelie bin? Or worse?) I'm rapidly losing zeal for having to hose the buggy's wheels down after the second time in a week... Is it illegal to Taser a straining dog/owner as the pooch is mid-poo?

Dopamine1979 Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > I live nearby. I might start charging people to > come and view this exhibit. Well, since the Barbara Hepworth sculpture was melted down for scrap, we are in need of a new tourist attraction...

Mikeb: are you offering to take a sniff, or - the ultimate "taking one for the team" gesture - a swig? :)-D

I like the first photo... reminds me of the Usual Suspects. Apt, really... who is ED's urine-soaked Kaiser Soza? Anybody up for a stake-out? I demand long-lens photo action of the perpetrator in the act (ideally not the actual, you know, act, but you get my point...) It's name and shame time!

Hi guys, I'm a Dulwich SAHD (a term which makes me cringe, my mates call me a SAHD B***ard) and it strikes me there is no group where we can get together and talk about stuff, have a coffee/pint, etc. Everything seems to be set up for mums, as - fair play to them - they actually get around to organizing get togethers, while us men seem much happier (or not) to have a more isolated experience. So, would anybody be up for a get together, say once a fortnight, in somewhere like the EDT in the morning? I spoke with the bar staff, and it would be no sweat for us to go in there before it opened, say 11-12 on a week day. The kids can rampage and we can have a natter. Drop me a reply, or get the thread going, if you're interested, as it seems to me there are loads more SAHDs about, yet we seem to pass each other like ships in the night. Martin

True story this: I was having an arvo pint outside the Clock House during the last embers of summer, when a dwarf baker - he couldn't have been more than three feet tall - hopped out of a delivery van and marched in with a tray of freshly baked bread on his shoulder. I turned to a table of drinkers next to me and said, "Here comes the short crust!" One chap laughed, two didn't. In life, as on the forum, you can't please everybody. N.B. dwarf was out of ear shot, so no little people were harmed during the execution of an admittedly poor joke. Otta: maybe they've started letting them ride the mobility scooters up to the bar now CPT's on its, erm, last legs?

I heard somebody in Dulwich Village had paid extra to get their Ocado delivery an official convoy/escort...

To be fair, Bob, it was said in jest and taken as such. I had a good laugh with them after they'd shot me down. We didn't exchange addresses, but it was water off this duck's back. Sometimes when you're on a regular's plot and stand out (like wearing your ponciest going out coat at 6pm on a Tuesday), you play by their rules. It's the law of the local, world-wide, in my experience. You have to feel for the old boys, who have been squeezed sideways since almost every pub in their manor has had the parma ham treatment. Anyway, the thing I'm most grateful of is this: at least it's not part of the blasted Bishop chain. We might, just might, get a SE22 bar where a lame "Beaver" joke isn't made. "You can't beat a good Beaver," etc, was turning most pubs in SE22 into some kind of Airplane script writers' convention...

The churches are all being converted into bars. Now the cop shop a supermarket? I think that just about neatly sums up modern Britain...

I wedged mine in brown bin last year and was taken no hassle ? even though it was poking out by a couple of feet. Good lads, the bin men, if you're actually nice to them in the year.