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Hi - here to add to the list of recommendations for Paul Knight & Sons (contact at 07985 104 027), they came and helped us out with a load of unwanted cardboard. Prompt and super helpful, highly recommended.

Used AFE Plumbing a few times now and they're always spot on - as others have said, reliable, conscientious and very helpful. Thoroughly recommended.

Also echo others sentiments - highly recommended, efficient, helpful and reasonably priced.

Ah me. The joys of t'interweb posting. Frankly my issues with Adventure are nothing to do with being cantankerous or a killjoy - I love bars, I spend a lot of time in them, its why my head feels the way it does today - it's just that it's a tacky carbuncle of a place. Nothing wrong with skewing something young, which is what I feel they are trying to do, but its just very poorly executed as a concept and sticks out like a drunk and badly dressed trannie at a funeral. A concept I'd usually applaud because because, hey, vive le difference and all that but in this instance it just doesn't work. The drinks weren't even up to snuff either, so it's not like it particularly earnt itself any brownie points there either. Liqorice isn't exactly the world's best bar either, but it at least has the sensiblities to realize that the area isn't about garish, badly designed and poorly thought out venues the likes of which are ten a penny if you go down to Clapham. Which is why Clapham is the way it is. And frankly I personally would hate it if ED became anything like it, which is why I feel places like Adventure are wrong for the area. Obviously this is just my opinion but hey, that's what this forum is for.

Yup - estate agents do spring to mind as Adventure's target market. Especially the ones who cock about with those oh so cool bluetooth headsets crammed permanently into their cretinous lugholes. Actually, now I think of it, I reckon Foxtons and Adventure have made a secret pact to do their level best to turn our little patch into one great festering corporate titty of a place. And before anyone blithers on about 'Adventure' not being a chain (yes I know there are only three of them - chain enough for me I'm afraid) - who cares, its still a tacky bag of arse. Its the kind of place Ian Beale would open in Eastenders thinking it's a 'upmarket gaff', so the laydeez wouldn't have to go 'up west' to get their Tia Maria's. A titanically misguided moronhole in other words. Any road up, innit a nice day??

Follwing a kind message from another fella, I shall repost my rant here as didn't realize there was already a thread going. Anyway - I went in to this horror show last night for the first and only time. Jesus Christ on a great pink pogo stick, what an abortion of a place. We lost Inside 72 for this?!? For all its failings at least 72 had a modicum of shambolic charm - this is just another corporate chain non-entity with all the appeal of a dog turd on a duvet. Its like the great bar god in the sky has hovered their arse over East Dulwich and shat out this pink parasol floating, chunky gold chain wearing, 'oi oi oi!' shouting bit of Falaraki into our laps. Cheers mate. Tell you what, why don't we turn The Bishop into a Slug & Lettuce while we're at it? Or Franklins into a Happy Eater? To the owners of the Adventure - sod off to Clapham where you belong with all due haste, and take your fake brickwork with you. Fake fuc*in' bricks. I ask you. Jesus.

Went in to this horror show last night for the first and only time. Jesus Christ on a great pink pogo stick, what an abortion of a place. We lost Inside 72 for this?!? For all its failings at least 72 had a modicum of shambolic charm - this is just another corporate chain non-entity with all the appeal of a dog turd on a duvet. Its like the great bar god in the sky has hovered their arse over East Dulwich and shat out this pink parasol floating, chunky gold chain wearing, 'oi oi oi!' shouting bit of Falaraki into our laps. Cheers mate. Tell you what, why don't we turn The Bishop into a Slug & Lettuce while we're at it? Or Franklins into a Happy Eater? To the owners of the Adventure - sod off to Clapham where you belong with all due haste, and take your fake brickwork with you. Fake fuc*in' bricks. I ask you. Jesus.