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In Darkest Surrey and the Way Out
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always nicest when you are delightfully surprised. this is why it’s a healthy strategy to lower expectations for most people before you meet them…
I’m going to tell everyone that all my friends are right wankers.
Depends…is that initial kiss with or without tongue tips?
She shouldn’t have tattooed him with the “boring” and “characterless” tags before you met him. It wasn’t fair.
Cats rule this plant. Is there any doubt?
Why can’t we have galleries without the artspeak , they’d be so much more enjoyable.
‘Condition’, are you allergic to Thai food?
Crikey, everyone’s online at the same time.
UB: I can imagine that when Trina and her friend get together he just ends up not saying much, because Trina is a chatterbox and there is (dons asbestos suit) that variety of overlapping female chatter about domestic things and children which bores men into resigned silence.
Isabelle: I know. Everyone knows it’s a pile of toss, but everyone carries on doing it.
I have a hiatus hernia, which means that certain foods–processed, refined carbohydrates especially–cause my diaphragm to seize up and things to get stuck half way. You can either wait half an hour, an hour, two hours for it to go away, being unable to show one’s face in company in the meantime (since there are other symptoms I won’t go into at lunchtime), or take a more interventionist approach to sorting it out.
Now that’s not fair on Hull. The only reason Hull’s got such a bad reputation is that it’s a dump.
As I’m finally coming to terms myself with various low-level intolerances resulting from a H pylori infection, you have my profoundest sympathy for your Condition. A tragedy of youth is that it takes a fully functioning digestive system for granted.
Based on my experiences, here’s a Get Well Soon verse that you might appreciate:
Sorry to hear of your hernia
I don’t mind you making a fuss
You’ve acid reflux that might burn ya
And other things we won’t discuss
Thanks you very mcuh SB–laughter is indeed the best medicine!
Hull. It must have been bad to into Hull! ;-)
Poor lad. Hounded by fascist murderers, only to end up on Humberside.
I’ve been to both of those pubs - great for eavesdropping, but neither of them a place where I’d wanted to spend an entire evening. And Borough Market does my head in, especially at weekends - overexcited middle-class Mums in Monsoon hats, feeding wild boar burgers to their ingrate offspring at ten quid a throw.
But I’m quite interested in the place that brews feet.
Sorry to hear you have a hiatus hernia. Not pleasant at all. People still get very sniggery about hernias of any kind, but as you will well know, they’re not remotely funny.
IKWYM about Borough Market. It’s not a proper market, like Liverpool’s or Leeds’s is, and even on a Monday it was a bit posey, food as spectacle.
The best pub we visited, which I omitted for brevity and because the picture came out all blurred, was the Fox and Anchor. Now that was a stunner of pub, somewhere I could easily pass a week in!
The Jerusalem was my local for the three years I lived and worked in Clerkenwell. I spent many happy nights in there - the trick is to get in early and blag the table up on the mezzanine, it’s a great spot for people watching.
Also, a girlfriend and I once snuck into Borough Market when they were filming Spice World there, but we were ejected by security before we could throw anything at Ginger or Posh.
/relurks
yes….the market is a seething tourist trap but to dis the whole southbank????? Shame on you……!!
Hello LC–yes that table was obviously the best one but was snapped up by 9.30. We sat in the front window. Really pretty Oxfam chic barmaid too.
YAH–I don’t like that brutalist grey concrete, and the bars are all plasticky.
Had we had time I’d have shown Trina my favourite pub round there, the Kings Arms, on Roupell Street, where almost every house is listed.
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