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This week's half-term course weather...sun, hail, rain, wind, icy wind, icy rain but not hail, etc. And still they turned out. Steely kids in North London.

Yes and in a sense you're correct in pointing it out. On the other hand, in France, there are Italian chefs non? (pour example Pizza Domino) And here in England all olive oil is referred to as such, regardless of provenance. So, we can safely assume an Italian chef, resident en France, and addressing his sous chef, might refer to huile d'olive in the local language.

Maybe I should consider suicide too.

Felt a bit weird, scrabbling around in lycra on a traffic island with a scraggy Tesco bag! Hope it's worth it! Cheers

This might be a bit nuts or in this case crab apples but outside my Turkish barbers in Tottenham Lane Norf London is a Traffic Island and on the traffic island is a tree and on that tree there is a branch and on that branch there are some twigs and on those twigs there were loads of crab apples but they're now all over the ground hidden underneath leaves and twigs so I did this....crab apple jelly with just a hint of Nox....I hope not
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Oh Christ. WTF!!!!! That image....

I've snorted all bran over the breakfast table.....

I only have good things to say about Jimmy at Cyclefit in Soho. I ended up avoiding a custom build because he tracked the www and found a frame that fits me. A Cotic Escapade as it happens, which I also only have good things to say about. God. Clumsy sentence structure.

Middle age....I miss it.

For more detail see the '60 plus and still going strong thread'

The day after my 62nd birthday I get a kit in the post from the NHS to gather a sample or 2 to test for bowel cancer. The joys of getting old. Scraping poo off a stick onto a card and putting it in a prepood(?) envelope.

PS I'm clear.

My father in law, 82, was having a haircut. His girlfriend, 72, arrived and waited on the bench along with the chaps waiting for the barber. When she stood up to leave, a pair of panties appeared from her left jean leg (yep...72 in jeans...god knows what else they get up to). She shook a leg till they fell on the floor, kicked them under the bench. And walked out.

Posts or blog please. I love Morocco but have never cycled it. The friendliest folks. I've visited several times and always felt safe. Ate ice cream only once and was sick as a dog. Don't eat ice cream. Ate fresh meat butchered in front of my eyes outside the grill, carried it to the grill, had it cooked and served. Bloody delicious. Have fun.....

What's left? Cheers Mel

Yep....somebody had to....

That's you stuck forever then. You'll never get removal men to shift that baby.

Bump...or should I say...prick..

Sums up London. Residential streets are a car park in the middle of a working day. A 6 year old cycles in the shadow of a Chelsea tractor.

Yep...gonna make those....thanks

Still at it. Buried in the middle of this frangipani beauty is a thick yet reasonable layer of chunky, citrussy, nutty, fruity home made mincers heaven. And I've got another 3lb stored for mincemergencies. For a slice drop by N2 anytime.

Kilts out tonight boys.....

Buy both, wear both. The only way.....

Make your own. Add enough icing sugar to butter to make your teeth hurt. Then enough brandy to stop your teeth hurting.

Thanks. Great idea and looked interesting. I bailed at 10, always my plan. Happy Xmas Everyone.

Busy day at Tottenham Court Road station yesterday afternoon......not..... Happy Xmas all.!

Number 2 please. Sr quill stem. When. Where. How? Cheers Mel

Final post before Xmas.....seasons greetings for Mincemas 2017 to all you nutters....and fruiters....on LFGSS. Cheers Mel.

Drop bars yes please. How when where?