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I knew you knew your way around Blackheath and all, didn't realise it was quite that close to home though. I'm halfway up the hill from the big roundabout at the top of Lewisham, go up Loampit Vale to Lewisham Way and that's where I am basically. Know the One Bar pretty well, walk up Belmont Hill as part of my occasional Sunday constitutional via Blackheath then back through Greenwich Park and home. Small world like.

Possibly.

I suspect Jesus. If 200,000 loaves have gone missing from a local baker's, it's an open and closed case.

Leazes is a chubby chaser? Who knew?

Didn't know you'd been round my way. There's some canny neighbourhoods (and pubs) near there, but central Lewisham itself is full of absolute scum. The shopping centre is actually canny, has most of what you'd need without having to go into central London, but the people man.

If I had a pub as my ava, it'd be this place in Mainz: ...if only for the Germanic inventiveness of calling an Irish Pub "Irish Pub". I believe there are still dents in the furniture from after Bellamy scored against Feyenoord.

I'm quietly happy. The parental drinks cabinet: making home life bearable since 1993. I jest (a little). Having a really nice few days back home. Seeing lots of people - smashing lunch at the Townhouse in Gosforth today , off round to friends in Wallsend tonight for pizza and mopping up the dregs of the Xmas/New Year drink mountain. Makes me appreciate being somewhere where it doesn't require much in the way of "planning" just to meet up with someone for a few hours, but then I'm sure if I lived here again I'd be a lazy cunt and catch up with people just as irregularly as I do dahn sahf. Back to work on Thursday, so you lot who've suffered today can point and laugh then.

A far better one after reading the last few pages of the Toontastic New Year Party thread. Fucking hell.

Now that's a mental image to treasure.

Still heroically grappling with the evil manflu. Heading Toonwards on the 2pm from Kings Cross. Hopefully the coughing and sniffling should guarantee me a table to myself. (And yes, I did book the tickets before the game was moved for Sky. )

What's the last thing that went through Diana's mind before she died? The steering wheel. etc. etc.

Aye. Thought "Toast" the other night was canny. There's very little else I've bothered with though. Father Ted night on 4 tonight will pass a couple of hours I suppose.

If its the HDNL then you're in trouble. Turbo Gash. City Link, I think. Either way, resigned to it not turning up today (funnily enough ), so ho hum.

I don't seek attention, attention seeks me.

A new telly that Amazon's courier of choice has decided not to bother delivering today after all.

The new Frank Turner EP.

Stopping in too. Haven't really bothered with NYE since the Millennium, had a cracking all-nighter at various house parties and can't really see how that'd be beaten. And fuck going out and paying through the nose to get into somewhere that's normally free, obviously. So we're just having friends round tonight. I'm cooking Swedish food and we're going to let the booze flow and crank up the Eurovision DVDs. Rock on!

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Ra-Ra-Rest In Peace.

R.I.P.

Nee bother Stevie, people like that tend to bring out the worst in me too. It's like Newcastle fans or any other group of people really, just because you happen to be one of them doesn't mean you have to like them all. I bet he dropped the words "girlfriend" and "sistah" into conversation too. Although I'm struggling to imagine that in a Mackem accent.

(note to self: Dragons' Den, "Handkerchief Code" gift sets)

That'd be like going into a bar you know to be largely populated by black people then complaining on the internet afterwards about how black they all were.

The fella asked his gramps for the Pink 'Best Of' CD. Package from Amazon turns up today. The best of the Kinks.

Neighbours were all brown, too.