Bellenden Belle

Hee hee... I probably could to be truthful... but I think I would turn a little green. Now find me a handmade scotch egg and we might be talking!

Mmmm, a pain au chocolat for breakfast (eaten on the hop whilst dragging a huge suitcase - trust me, I needed the energy) A mince pie popped in whole for elevenses (it was tiny - honest) Mmmm, a rather nice latte presently on the go as I clock watch....

I remember a friend giving me a book to take on holiday... John O'Farrell's A Best a Man Can Get - omigod! A long time ago I had read his memoir Things Can Only Get Better and enjoyed it so thought he could at least write. But it was hellish.... chick lit written from a male perspective, full of "witty" but ultimately mundane observations.

Take your hands into a position of an open clap - palms facing the audience (and darling one must have an audience), usually your upper arms will be close to your body (allowing you to extend during your big finale) then shimmer your hands from the wrist. Think Liza, think Al Johnson, think "omigod how fabulous darling am I?" And smile. As if your life depended on it. Easy. Next up - the timestep.

I regularly have lengthy conversations with no one in particular as I walk around. I kid myself I have perfected this without moving my lips too much. Does everyone do this?

Wuthering heights.... absolutely torturous. Yes all those terrible misery lit books. 99.9% of chick lit (The first Bridget Jones doesn't count). And whenever I see people reading "How to make your first million whilst having no talent or personality at all" I feel nothing short of despair.

david_carnell Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > ...is tweed. What? Not pipe and slippers? *hunts frantically for receipt* Me? All I want for Christmas is snow. (But not any old snow - pretty fluffy snowflakes please which can be watched falling gently, whilst politely disappearing without mess when I wish).

A friend pointed me in the direction of this: The aim was to spend a year living by the word of the bible ... apparently stoning an adulterer to death proved a tad problematic, though the guy did his best.

Ooooh and JumpinJackFlash is lovely!

Absolutely fantastic stuff Keef...I had an absolute ball and can't wait for the next one!

Ahhh, I've only been the once but it was absolutely lovely and I was hoping to return. The very best of luck to you both.

Michael Palaeologus Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Sod off. Right, so that's Grumpy sorted. Next?

Of course I jest Moos...such a beauty as you could never be cast as the Wicked Stepmother ....besides, I believe Sean McGabbhon I understand has been playing the part for years at Bromleys Churchill.

Moos Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > (wickedly) a Bellenden Bloke, Belle? Are you > sure, now? Ooh, Moos darling, has your agent suggested the role of Wicked Stepmother now?

Darling Karter, a girl must sometimes cast her net beyond the forum... our actual Bellenden Bloke never actually responded to my cry (indeed he was last seen heading towards Penge)....but there is life beyond!

*blushing* erm, actually, er, she kind of did.... as a million men's heart break across the SE15/22 borders, we shall move swiftly on ... LuvPeckham - have the wounds healed yet, or does sir require some savalon to be gently applied?

Oh how very Angela Carter of you Moos...

Girls, observe the above scene. As so often is the case with popular culture, the pantomime delivers timeless universal truths, to make palatable the lessons we must learn in life. Our dear sweet Moos lies helpless, entirely dependent on a man to arouse her (from her passive existence). HonaloochieB - the classic prince - appeared with noble and good intentions. As he entered stage left, we the audience, now high on our Pick 'n' Mix and relieved the comic interlude by Bobby Davro had finally come to an end, breathed a sigh of relief. But just as he strode manfully, purposely across the stage - he was halted centre stage by some of his pals. We have seen through the pages of this thread these young men are likeable enough - like Tony's Jets in West Side Story or Danny's gang in Grease - they are merely not as fully evolved as our hero. Yet still they distract our hero. Moos waits, we the audience waits, as the men exchange banter and witty quips (I note a touch of Shakespeare's own interminable weakness for puns and wordplay in the EDF boys' banter). Girls, girls...just remember - this may be panto, but oh, how telling, how true! A few of us will still be watching patiently, others will have returned to the task of loading Tiddles onto the cat thread, and some will have given up on life altogether and will be debating if the ED housing market has reached its bottom yet. But every so often we return - ever the optimists - to see if order has been restored. Ahhh, time is running out HonchB .... be a man! See the light! Return to the task in hand, I cry!

Hoorah! Tis pantomime season indeed.... will Moos be asleep for 100 years or until her prince awakes her with a sweet kiss...

Hoorah for the 9th! See you then!

Ahhhh, I can't make the 2nd. The Gowlett is a great pub but it will be the third time in eighteen months... we were last there in July, weren't we? Loving the fact everyone is so keen to hang out down my neck of the woods though...you're all SE15ers at heart aren't you?

I couldn't remember the Geordie lass's name either (there again I have trouble remembering my own at times)... but she was absolutely lovely.

A very happy Birthday Floating Onion! Hope you had a great one.

A lovely night....great to see old friends alongside new faces too (hello to Anthony and Sabrina to name just two). Keef's Livin on a Prayer was awesome and his dance moves cut a dash too. Looking forward to the pics Andrew! edited due to grammatical error!

Ahhhh, I don't work Fridays so I can happily say I'm glorious, thank you very much! (Oh and smug....but you already know that!)