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Can't you take a breather and reply to #161. You have almost had a week to concoct a response.

Moving south of the river is quite a drastic move.

Cough #161

I'm 'effeminate' remember, so it's a single egg for me. Two rounds of soldiers though.

Colombian coffee........oooooooeeeee....yuuuuuuuk! I tend to drink Burundian single bean. A much rounder and fuller singular flavour. Colombian is quite bastardised these days; you probably have a multitude of different plantations in the mix. Whilst I like the benefits of mixing cultures in...

Just because I'm better looking, better dressed and better presented than you there is no need to start calling me names.

I also notice that you are conveniently not replying to post #161.

Indeed it is. It's nice to be dashed with some Metropolitan glamour from time to time.

Only been there a few times. It's nice but it is just one of London's many open green spaces. if you live close by go, otherwise no need.

Drama queen

I've been to Mitcham. It's lovely there. The common and pond is very nice. You're losing this big time Bushy. Just admit it. You seem to think that you and your family are the defining essence of, and an authority on, our capital. It might surprise you to hear this, but you and your family...

Have :lol: PS I see you have conveniently skipped past #161

Tip: sometimes you just have to hold your hands up and say you have lost. You'll look better for it.

Rubbish. Unless you're talking about outer London?

You're going to have to expand on this, I'm not sure I know what you're on about.

You mean a guy that's a trained research journalist, does this pretty much every waking hour and has spent most of his life in London might know a bit more than Bushy, The Spanish and their handful of pub bore mates?

Misspelt but danke. By the way. My wife had an interview at a school today...which has pupils with 60 different nationalities. We're living the multicultural dream Bushy, living the dream :wink:

Quite. They should really be asking you and your pub mates for anecdotes.

Welcome to the (narrow) world of Bushy. Unless you were born within earshot of Ray Winston in a Victorian terrace with an outside lav and listen to The Cockney Rejects every waking hour with a horse brass stuffed up your arse you cannot comment on London.

Chiny reckon. - - - Updated - - - Anyway, I'm out of here.