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One of Dulwichmum's strengths was her ability to add just enough of herself in, whether voicing real concerns or satirising the chintzier aspects of gentrification, to lend it a bit of authenticity.

Of course one of her weaknesses was her occassional struggle in knowing where that line should be, but at least there was a line.


This is just cheap tat, an iceland frozen burger dressed up as a ?6-12 hach?.

  • 3 weeks later...

*trots into thread, kicks off Emma Hope Mules, pops pert self on well upholstered bar stool and orders a soya latte*


"When will this damn sport ever end on TV sweeties? I am bored with making the poppets practice harpsichord and viola on a loop. What is there to do around here?"

Louisa darling, I may have to download an audiobook on Mindfulness or a meditation chant, seek counselling or order illegal Zanax online. I swear, I think it was watching John Jazz Hands Barrowman in the opening ceremony that pushed me over the edge.


If I have to endure much more of this you will find me blow drying my own hair or doing my own damp dusting. I am seeing Tunnock's tea cakes in my damn sleep! (Blubs)

Otta Wrote:

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> That's a cameo!



What is a cameo sweetie? Is that an explanation for the abomination that is Bradley Wiggins in Lycra? I swear that man has trapped a cockapoo pup in the front if his shorts and he is just laughing at the world as we are all to afraid to mention the fact that he is clearly deformed... (Holds hanky over mouth and tries not to vomit)

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