Muley

Sydney Carton, A Tale of Two Cities?

Moos Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Shoulda seen where she kept the gerbil. That was no gerbil, that was a beav... Maybe not.

As the OP's rant was about driving dangerously and causing a hazard- perhaps it would also help if ALL motor vehicles (cars, vans, taxis, buses, motorbikes, scooters, etc.) were to follow the law and actually stop at the Stop Line at junctions. The advanced Stop Line is there to allow cyclists to pull away safely. I mean, there's a stop line, the tarmac beyond that line is usually painted green (a clue), and for the REALLY stupid motorists there's even a three foot high picture of a bike drawn on the ground. What's not to understand?

Balls

Edge

And while I'm at it, the twonk who leaves their mountain bike almost permanently locked to the railings of the East Dulwich Medical Centre, always in the same place opposite a lamp post so its really awkward to get past. Arse!

People who allow their hedges to spread out of their own front gardens so they take up half the pavement space, especially opposite lamp posts etc. that take up most of the remainder. I'm thinking particularly of the Goose Green end of Crystal Palace Road.

Are you safe in Dulwich? Recently, when I came home from work and opened the front door a strange stillness greeted me. Usually the sound of the key in the door has my three year old hurtling towards me like an over-excited puppy, shouting "Daddy, Daddy" but this time, nothing. Stepping into the hall I could hear her mother moving around upstairs, but saw my youngest through the open door of the front room lying slumped on the sofa, her eyes staring straight ahead as if transfixed. I moved over to her and bent down to greet her when, catching me off balance, a sudden kick to the side of my head knocked my glasses off and left me momentarily stunned; through my confusion I could hear mocking laughter. Slowly, as the throbbing in my temple began to recede, the full realisation began to dawn on me- never, NEVER stand between the TV and a three year old when she's utterly absorbed in 'Dora the Explorer'. And her sister was no better- just thought the whole thing was hilarious. A grumpy toddler can be a volatile thing, and they don't call East Dulwich 'Nappy Valley' for nothing...

A couple of weeks ago the City police held an initiative inviting cyclists to see themselves from a lorry drivers point of view. They had a Eddie Stobart wagon parked up in a side street and the idea was that you sat up in the drivers seat while an officer walked down the inside lane with your bike, just like an 'undertaking' cyclist, while you watched for him in the rear view mirrors. I didn't take it too seriously but thought well, why not? It was a shock- even when specifically watching out for the guy he could barely be seen. No more than a tiny speck, even with the huge mirrors & convex mirrors. When the bike could be seen it's also impossible to gauge its speed, and the blind spot on these things is immense. My point is not so much to comment on this specific incident but just a heads up as to just how much of a wide berth these lorries need to be given.

Once saw that Snap, Crackle & Pop off of Rice Crispies in the CPT. Had to ask them to keep the noise down though.

Really? There was also one on Crystal Palace Rd, near junction of Whatley Rd, yesterday morning- thought I was having a flashback to the 'olden days'.

Old English flavoured Spangles- my treat after church was to be allowed to get the Sunday papers for my Dad and spend the change on Spangles. Vesta curry- the epitome of 60's culinary sophistication! Two sachets to the box, one of rice, the other containing a dehydrated lumpy powder, rather like pungent ashes. But simply add water, bring to the boil, then simmer for about three hours and a little taste of heaven would be yours. And, to improve on perfection, it even had sultanas in it! Even now it amuses me to tell my Punjabi mother-in-law she knows nowt about proper Indian cooking 'cos she never uses sultanas.

Ah Pinky, a broadly similar historical happenstance that lead to my own Anglo/Irish/Scots/Welsh ancestry. Oh, and that Hitler- if not for him my Dad wouldn't have joined up, been posted to Wales, met me Mum... If you go back far enough maybe you've got an odd bit of Roman in there- does Italian count as exotic?

PinkyB Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Nope. Not even remotely. > > > (By the way, I'm not really Portuguese either. > Solid English stock, way back to about 1840, and > before that only Welsh and Irish. There's not an > exotic bone in my body, sadly, although I've > always rather hankered to be Russian.) What happened in 1840 to make your good Celtic DNA turn all Anglo-Saxonified? Back on topic, my best mate in the 4th form claimed to have snogged the then-current (mid 70,s) Milky Bar Kid's sister while on holiday in West Wales...fame by association, eh?