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I'm stopping on 45.
I'm stopping here.
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The only stat I have is that I answered just under half of the questions you asked. You should see the other half.
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I'm not sure there is one.
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Semi-skimmed. Assuming we're talking milk, and not my preferred method of reading newspapers.
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Extending the Northern line to Battersea would mean that TfL's transport policy had been hijacked by property developers. A spur line that terminates at a retail/residential refurb, stopping only to allow staff at the new American Embassy in Nine Elms to hop aboard, is a criminal distortion of Londonwide transport priorities. I'd be slightly happier if the extension continued to Clapham Junction, but there's no money in that, so it'll never happen.
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asked by dwms
Don't ask me that question. I'm dreading the day it's ever relevant. Which hopefully it never will be.
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Oh I hope not. London's huge enough to be endlessly fascinating, from its amazing central sights to that bit of Barnet I've never been to yet. The one thing I miss in London is the sea, but I guess if I stay here long enough even that may make an appearance.
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I never (ever) blog from work.
It's the great unmentionable. -
<returns home from night out in the West End>
Yes, it has. -
I was once persuaded to allow a kitten into the house. It wasn't for me, it was to shut somebody else up, and it was permitted on the sole condition that it wasn't me who had to empty the litter tray. The kitten looked cute, as kittens do, but spent an inordinate amount of time being where it shouldn't, like where I was trying to sleep, or on top of the dining table at meal times. One Saturday it disappeared, and I wasted the entire day being sent around the neighbourhood trying to find it, in vain. And then, as sunset approached, I found it curled up in the cupboard under the sink with the detergents, and a beatific grin on its face. I've never been a fan of kittens.
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Plenty of people have asked those already. I'm simply chosen not to answer them.
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No. But I do feel pressured that *I* expect top quality dg reportage every day.
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Way back in the first ever series of Big Brother, when Tom was up against Caroline, I voted to save the Irishman. And then I read the small print about how much these votes costs, and I've never succumbed since.
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According to this: http://www.antipodr.com/?addr=london
... what you'll miss most is dry land under your feet. Don't do it. -
Yes. Or even (whisper it) a time when I blog less. But no plans yet.
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I try not to do pints. If I do pints I usually end the evening with a severe bout of hiccups. Hence my love of Becks, which comes in convenient non-threatening half pint bottles.
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There aren't many delights along the way, apart from a rather smelly sewer. But you might want to stop off at Old Ford Lock on the River Lea and point out the Big Breakfast House (assuming that your party were age 40+ back when Chris and Gaby did their thing, and might therefore be interested).
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calm, creative, content
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It's *one* of the greatest cities in the world. Whether it's top of the list or not really doesn't matter.
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asked by uwitness
(a) What makes someone special is *not* leaping on bandwagons, innit?
(b) I think we'll all have moved on by the end of the weekend. Audience no longer interested = no point in answering any more questions.
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dg’s Bio
The bubble's burst.
I've moved on...
