Dulwich Dad

True, but I didn't get where I am today by dying of old age waiting to purchase a chilled bottle of chablis

Arriving home from work last night, looking forward to a quiet night in with a DVD, the missus and a cold glass of Chablis, I was reminded that the fridge was bereft of all things alcoholic, and thus a trip back out to Threshers on Lordship Lane was required. After purchasing my requisite 3 bottles I once again began the long and arduous process of paying by credit card. When oh when are they going to sort out their chip and pin system, which at present takes forever to process your payment. Note to self, and any other ED slurpers, take cash to Threshers unless you wish to die of old age waiting to pay. DD

I left the house this morning for work, feeling in a rather excellent mood. It was Friday, the sun was shining and Steve Reich?s 3 Movements was on the iPod, soothing me into the day me as I sauntered down to the bus stop. Hopping onto the Number 40 as usual, I introduced my oyster card to the touch pad to be greeted not with the welcoming green light and single beep, but with the horror of a red light and double beep ? my oyster card had expired! Thankfully bus driver didn?t care and waved me on. This still presented me with a problem however. Oyster cards cannot be purchased or topped up at either East Dulwich or Denmark Hill stations, which meant I either had to perform the turnstile shuffle at London Bridge or purchase a ludicrously over priced travel card at (?6.60). Now, I realise that this situation was completely my own doing ? I should have renewed my card in time - however our local stations (East Dulwich, Denmark Hill, Herne Hill) need to get with the oyster programme ? this will both make life easier for the daily commuter, plus alleviate the entirely unnecessary and ridiculous rush-hour bottle neck caused by inspectors checking everyone?s oyster card manually at Herne Hill and Denmark Hill station.

Ahhh.... Italy. I'm reminded of our honeymoon, 4 nights at the Cipriani, then down to Villa San Michele, and finishing off in Argentario at El Pelicano ...'Open my heart and you will see, Graved inside of it, 'Italy.'

What the hard working men of East Dulwich needs is a good honest Gentlemen's Club. We work hard all week - this week alone i've been on at least 4 boozy lunches, where i've had to tirelessly entertain my wealthy media clients with overpriced fois gras, washed down with far too much sauvignon for a school night. Then you can't find a black cab for love nor money (isn't commuting a bitch). You get home and you have to spend at least 20 minutes reading the freshly bathed and fed offspring a bedtime story. You can imagine how stressed we must all be. We need to unwind. East Dulwich needs a Gentlemen's Club!