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« Reply #151 on: 10:58:25, 26-01-2008 » |
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I've always liked Browning, it's true.
But George is quite right: my (bear-)trap was in this instance unintended, and I can only put it down to trying to finish a Weir write-up at gone 3 in the morning (finally finished half an hour ago, I'm pleased to say, after an eventually necessary period of intervening sleep).
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« Reply #152 on: 11:00:22, 26-01-2008 » |
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« Reply #153 on: 11:01:25, 26-01-2008 » |
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I don't know if you'll ever catch me using 'efficacity' though...
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« Reply #154 on: 11:03:30, 26-01-2008 » |
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And to think I was the one objecting just a few weeks ago in another place to the 'advocation' of quartertone.  What, like Lily Spears? |
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"not being able to buy alcohol in shops on Sunday afternoons"
(I note with some surprise, however, that you still can't buy it after 11pm in Britain?)
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"not being able to buy alcohol in shops on Sunday afternoons"
(I note with some surprise, however, that you still can't buy it after 11pm in Britain?)
Shop round the corner from me sells it (quite openly) until 2am. I think shops, like pubs, need simply to apply for late licenses. |
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« Reply #157 on: 11:18:29, 26-01-2008 » |
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Some shops will sell it you after hours but they put it in black carrier bags so that no one can see what`s in the bag. I`m sure the rozzers must have rumbled that one  |
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« Reply #158 on: 11:25:48, 26-01-2008 » |
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Can't think how, it seems like the perfect plan... |
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« Reply #159 on: 11:31:28, 26-01-2008 » |
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Of course Wales used to have a total ban on the sale of alcohol on Sundays under the Welsh Licensing Act, polls were regularly held to see if people wanted the law changed and slowly the different counties opted for wet rather than dry Sundays. I think Gwynedd was the last to hold out for dry Sundays. I remember being on the Lleyn Peninsular in about 1996 and not being able to have a glass of wine with a meal in a pub on Sunday.
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« Reply #160 on: 13:32:05, 26-01-2008 » |
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I can remember in my youth going to the Greek Taverna (opposite the Roundhouse in Chalk Farm) after shows, ordering "four bottles of wine and one cheese pastry" so it counted as a "meal order" after 11pm.
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Of course Wales used to have a total ban on the sale of alcohol on Sundays under the Welsh Licensing Act, polls were regularly held to see if people wanted the law changed and slowly the different counties opted for wet rather than dry Sundays. I think Gwynedd was the last to hold out for dry Sundays. I remember being on the Lleyn Peninsular in about 1996 and not being able to have a glass of wine with a meal in a pub on Sunday.
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« Reply #162 on: 19:34:25, 26-01-2008 » |
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Members only, of course.
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There are`places in central london, conveniently close to freezing night bus stops, when you can't get a cup coffee or hot food after 11.Its enough to put you on the sasparilla guv, and particularly puzzling when the place is swimming in espresso by day.
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Wooden cabinets with little drawers in them filled with index cards. I bet you didn't think any of those survived in any libraries, did you? But , lor' love a duck, I was at the London Metropolitan Archive on Monday for an induction tour, and lo and behold there were these charming anachronisms in the room. The catalogue can be searched on line, but for those who prefer hard copy, there were shelves of folders. The index cards were kept as far as I can make out as retro decoration.
Actuallly, I quite liked going through index cards. What I never cared for were still whirring away at the LMA. Microfiche machines! They are planning to digitalise all their parish registers, but in the meantime if you want to check when your great grandmother was married at St Simon and St Jude, Ponders End it is the smudgy view on the screen.
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