Ladies, there's hope yet...

me too, lets have a drink and talk about it.

sure, make mine a bloody mary, extra spicy. meet you at the griffin on clerkenwell...

Chris Crash and Koens got married! Wow! Modern times. ;)

it was beautiful, you shoulda been there, we got married on top of a mountain, and there was flutes playing and trombones and flowers and garlands of fresh herbs. And we danced till the sun rose. And our children will form a family band. And we will tour the countryside but no one on this forum will be invited...

+1

No one wants to donate a substantial amount of real cash to a bunch of crusties with rich parents who want to live out some kind of "hardcore" lifestyle pootling about the streets on a bicycle and failing to get a *real *job.

If you want to get a job as a columnist on a tabloid paper you're probably better off sending them some examples of your work; you're clearly well qualified but the chances of you being headhunted off a bike forum are fairly slim.

No one wants to donate a substantial amount of real cash to a bunch of crusties with rich parents who want to live out some kind of "hardcore" lifestyle pootling about the streets on a bicycle and failing to get a *real *job.

You make a good point; I well remember my father's dying words: "Mother, throw some more pearls on the fire". It's a touching memory, one that often comes back to me when i am pootling.

No one wants to donate a substantial amount of real cash to a bunch of crusties with rich parents who want to live out some kind of "hardcore" lifestyle pootling about the streets on a bicycle and failing to get a *real *job.

Look, be fair, I did try and get a *real *job. I applied to every chip shop in Birmingham; nothing. How bad do you think I feel, trying and failing to get work in a chip shop?

No one wants to donate a substantial amount of real cash to a bunch of crusties with rich parents who want to live out some kind of "hardcore" lifestyle pootling about the streets on a bicycle and failing to get a *real *job.

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I feel rotten now; if only I took more advice from none-too-bright twentysomethings. They have the ability to see things the way they really are. How much better my life would be if I'd just listen to the voice of inexperience.

No one wants to donate a substantial amount of real cash to a bunch of crusties with rich parents who want to live out some kind of "hardcore" lifestyle pootling about the streets on a bicycle and failing to get a *real *job.

I think* real* cash is the best kind. And if it comes in substantial amounts so much the better. What's the point in giving away fake cash? That's just cruel.

No one wants to donate a substantial amount of real cash to a bunch of crusties with rich parents who want to live out some kind of "hardcore" lifestyle pootling about the streets on a bicycle and failing to get a *real *job.

May I suggest, FANNYHOPE - UK

A lesser appreciated charity who work mainly with idiots vulnerable to violence & prostitution. They do work in many places, but they do a lot in the Midlands where these problems are completely ignored.

New LCEF caps are now available. They're not real caps, obviously, but my parents paid for mine so what do I care?

Welcome back Mr. Will :)

I must spread some reputation around before giving it to wiganwill again.