tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187043.post8552668171886593991..comments2024-03-27T21:30:35.824+00:00Comments on UK Commentators: Today's On Bail MurdererLabanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12031578024191117985noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187043.post-74411200468919583832007-02-18T13:58:00.000+00:002007-02-18T13:58:00.000+00:00"I think this is one of those cases when I'm with ...<I>"I think this is one of those cases when I'm with Julie Bindel."</I><BR/><BR/>Gosh, I hope you don't mean that in the Biblical sense. I don't think she'd like it... ;)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187043.post-87417928694157667882007-02-18T11:31:00.000+00:002007-02-18T11:31:00.000+00:00Don't worry, I'm sure "lessons would be learned" i...Don't worry, I'm sure "lessons would be learned" if only "more resources were provided", it was "an error of judgement" (number 1,223,346), etc etc ad nauseumAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187043.post-48542992708121513612007-02-18T09:02:00.000+00:002007-02-18T09:02:00.000+00:00Laban,"London Pride has been handed down to us.Lon...Laban,<BR/><BR/>"London Pride has been handed down to us.<BR/>London Pride means our own dear town to us,<BR/>And our pride it for ever will be.<BR/>London Pride is a flower that's free.<BR/>Woa, Liza,<BR/>See the coster barrows,<BR/>Vegetable marrows<BR/>Woa, Liza,<BR/>And the fruit piled high.<BR/>Little London sparrows,<BR/>Covent Garden Market where the costers cry.<BR/>Cockney feet<BR/>Pins a memory down.<BR/>Mark the beat of history.<BR/>Every street<BR/>The grace of London Town.<BR/><BR/>Nothing ever can quite replace<BR/>Growing in the crevices by some London railing,<BR/>Though it has a Latin name, in town and country-side<BR/>There's a little city flower every spring unfailing<BR/><BR/>We in England call it London Pride.<BR/>London Pride is a flower that's free.<BR/>London Pride has been handed down to us.<BR/>London Pride means our own dear town to us,<BR/>And our pride it for ever will be.<BR/>Hey, lady,<BR/>See the policeman yawning<BR/>When the day is dawning<BR/>On his lonely beat.<BR/>Mayfair in the morning,<BR/>Gay lady,<BR/>Hear the footsteps echo in the empty street.<BR/>Early rain<BR/>And the pavement's glistening.<BR/>All Park Lane<BR/>In a shimmering gown.<BR/>Nothing ever could break or harm<BR/>The charm of London Town. "<BR/><BR/>Noel Coward, 1941.Martinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11219870920638914624noreply@blogger.com