Nothing wrong with lifting spirits. Here is the states the term barman can refer to a lawyer. You never want anyone to think you're a lawyer, even if you are. A bit of a stigma attached to that.

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Ah, you touch there upon a sensitive point with the Good People of Peckham. As always I stand to be corrected, but to the best of my belief Nelson Mandela House only ever existed in TV sitcom fiction.

However, in their wisdom Southwark Borough Council really did rename a large building of theirs a couple of streets from me "Winnie Mandela House" back in the '80s, when perhaps that seemed like a clever thing to do. But then over the years the news rolled in about Winnie's connections to necklace killings and other such horrors and one day when passing that building I saw that beneath the proud Southwark-blue name sign someone had graffitied; "FREE NELSON. HANG WINNIE."

Southwark eventually removed the Winnie Mandela sign very quietly one night - and then sold the building for yuppie apartments. Such is life amidst the swaying palms and long lines of dancing hula girls here in the steamy beating heart of Peckham...

Cheers - C

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Nutter

No need to stand corrcted, Ceri, I am a bit of an 'Only Fools....' freak and it was just a made up name.

I will now continue, in my own head of course, until proved otherwise, to picture you as a flat cap adorned, sheepskin coat wearing, 'weela deala' geezer with your sovereign rings and a cigar in one hand and a creme de menthe and Tizer in the other...........

Right that's the end of the stereotypes.....sorry......ot's all out of my system now and I don't want to offend Peckham anymore............hey I'm an Aberdonian and there are many stereotypes I can be accused of!!

BAck to the swinging balls..........

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Actually, that's exactly right. Your mental picture is spot on.

I used to love Tizer as a kid. But at some point they changed the recipe and now it's just lemonade with red coloring. I expect it used to contain some doubtful ingredient such as quinine or cocaine or something - yummy. Changing it is the end of civilisation.

And to Nutter: why do you laugh? If you'd ever been to Peckham you'd know that the stuff about the palm trees and hula girls is nothing more than the literal truth. I'm sitting here on one of Peckham's long golden tropical beaches gazing out at the azure lagoon, and a girl in a grass skirt is massaging my feet and pouring me another Creme de Menthe even as a I type. Why, this afternoon I may invite her to come skiing with me in the snowy mountains of... erm, New Cross.

Amazing geography where I live.

Cheers - C

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I wasn't laughing - seriously. Snoopy was. You can't control Snoopy.

So your day is well layed out, literally. Might I add a suggestion? Perhaps for supper you could go to one of the local Noodel Bars and let the exotic flavours of almonds, coconuts and lemon grass waft through your quivering nostrils, while the elephants wait outside, patiently nibbling at the fallen palm leafs on the sandy road-sides of Peckham......

Ah, well the Noodel Bar (there's a story behind that spelling, folks: well remembered, Nutter) is over amidst the tropical rain forest of Camberwell - but it's only a gentle gondola ride away down the canal and the almond-eyed maidens who row those things make it worth the trip. So I might take you up on the suggestion.

And of course, there really is an elephant just down the road.

Cheers - C

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Is that the elephant and the castle........

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speak slowly I'm a drummer too!!

And I proudly lack a stick or a kazoo up my arse...........

Indeed - most definitely not named after the Infanta of Castile, contrary to legend. The Elephant & Castle is really just a pub, and one so scuzzy even I won't go in. That's how scuzzy it is.

Some wag on Southwark Council brilliantly thought of painting the shopping centre at The Elephant pink - geddit? How I love my Borough Council.

BTW Mr Wookee, do you live in a Hole in Somerset? Just wondering - something to do with your line about hairy men and scary women. Or should it be the other way around?

Cheers - C

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IS that the pub beside the cinema?

If so, I 'treated' Mrs Wookee to an evening out there.........

We spent an anniversary weekend at the Holiday Inn at the DOcklands and wound up going to the cinema in Elephant & Castle...............can't remember what we went to see......oh wait...it was 'Don't Go Breaking My Heart' and as the trailers started, I looked around the rather large room to find that we were in fact the only ones in there!!!!!

I nipped out and offered the guy in the booth the chance to give us a refund so he could close up early - I reckoned he would save some cash if he didn't have to pay for the power, the staff and the projectionist - but he wouldn't have any of it. In fact he got a bit creepy and kept coming in every 15mins offereing us free popcorn and drinks..........

After the film we nipped next door to the pub....... and it was one of those moments where we walked in and everything went quiet as the locals turned round and stared at us............

I am the real last of the romantics!!!!!

JUst call me pappanova!!!! An evening out in ELephant & Castle for a wedding anniversary.............


HAiry men and Scary women was the polite way to describe the NE of Scotland it was almost 'where men are men and sheep are frightened!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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