Maybe a secret hand gesture is required?
Identifying the filthy Northern-Liners
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Maybe a secret hand gesture is required?
Agent Sparrow
AGENT TRAITOR; fools 8 year olds
Well, whilst this is a light hearted thread, I can see how some of the things on here might seem to have a bit more bite for other people. And if you took your souless comment more seriously than a banterish jibe then it is a bit off.
quimcunx
imprimeo, lamino, distribuo
It's more a smell than a look, to be fair.
Have you tried looking on the ugly mug threads for brixtonites, or offline pics?
girasol
Addicted to handstands!
Oh dont be like that you poor inbred little cunt
I'm just curious how you can assume I've never left the safe environs of brixton town just from my posts? 
Weirdness.
an arrogant one at that
do the smilies make the insults any easier to take?
Oh yes. My god, without those smilies I'd be torn apart by being called a twat by a no-mark like yourself 
Minnie_the_Minx
someinenhhanding menbag and me ah bollox
teuchter
je suis teuchter
I used to live in Clapham Common I'll have you know
I'm sure it wasn't such a bad place back in the 30s.
it's been pretty hard done by. the bit round the Mills is lovely and rich in history. iirc Editor posted some pics on here a while back of a walk of his around there.
but savacentre, that building, mitcham sprawl. urgh.
Missez
Britisher Abroad
It used to be a plague pit. Obviously sometime before the 1930s.
Minnie_the_Minx
someinenhhanding menbag and me ah bollox
teuchter
je suis teuchter
Wasn't it Clapham Common that would be full of buses unintentionally driving across it during pea-soupers?
teuchter
je suis teuchter
It was the early 80s
Was that before they invented Australians?
and Tory MP's having a 'moment of madness'
I play a similar game on the bus going home.
Where I live there is a VERY high concentration of teh gayers and I try and spot them to see who is going to get off at my stop too.
Going to work I try and spot all the meejah people that are gonna get off when we go broadcasting house.
Where I live there is a VERY high concentration of teh gayers and I try and spot them to see who is going to get off at my stop too.
Going to work I try and spot all the meejah people that are gonna get off when we go broadcasting house.
That particular case was a Labour MP -http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk_politics/204691.stm - but I'm sure Tory MPs are at it too!
bluestreak
HomosexualityIsStalin’sAtomBombtoDestroyAmerica
I play this game, and I too reckon I'm about 60% correct. The identifying trait that links everyone who lives on the northern line below stockwell is looks like a cunt. The 40% error rate i reckon is for people who really live in stockwell, and people forced to visit cunts who live in clapham and balham and other snot pits.
bluestreak
HomosexualityIsStalin’sAtomBombtoDestroyAmerica
I do this too. I'm not bad until we get to godawful metal bands only liked by teenagers with haircuts.
Private Storm
Smell The Glove
I get off at Clapham North and walk to my house....in Brixton. This thread fails.
boohoo
No.
I spent my first four years of my life in Clapham Old Town. I feel many Brixton people have Clapham issues...nowt wrong with the people of Clapham - think of them as being for your entertainment and not to be taken too seriously.
I don't play these kind of tube games. However I do play a walking home game on occasion called Original features where I spot which house/building has the most original features - tiles, windows, doors, knockers, etc...
I don't play these kind of tube games. However I do play a walking home game on occasion called Original features where I spot which house/building has the most original features - tiles, windows, doors, knockers, etc...
ringo
Macaroni cheese controller
Reminds me of something I wrote about 2 or 3 years ago.
"Arriving at Brixton tube each evening the simplest form of entertainment (bar shouting competitions with my daughter) is guessing who is playing at Brixton Academy from the assembling crowd. Sometimes it's obvious, like two weeks ago when throngs of ageing art school goths camped it up on their way to Bauhaus, and sometimes I only get the as close as the genre.
Last week I was perplexed by a swarm of well to do normals, peeping out of Brixton tube, shitting themselves at the flashing digital signs advertising our local muggers and warning of violent attacks, and the need to keep small expensive electric gadgets hidden deep in corduroy pockets. Many had brown coats and those funny stripey scarves which were fashionable last year, from places such as Gap (street clothing to be worn in Volvos) and Next - what else could it be called?
My first thought was that a coach load of junior chartered surveyors had taken a wrong turn, but it's a long time since the kilns cooled and there are no longer bricks to assay in Lambeth.
The cashpoint machines sported queues of always-do-wells, waving their wallets about and chatting happily. I began to fear I was no longer in Brixton.
Finally daughter and I noticed they were converging on the Academy, and that this was an audience. In a cartoon a light bulb would have come on above my head, the headliner at the Academy was the man cockney rhyming slang was invented for, James Blunt."
I wrongly assumed at the time that Brixton got it's name from a brick factory.
"Arriving at Brixton tube each evening the simplest form of entertainment (bar shouting competitions with my daughter) is guessing who is playing at Brixton Academy from the assembling crowd. Sometimes it's obvious, like two weeks ago when throngs of ageing art school goths camped it up on their way to Bauhaus, and sometimes I only get the as close as the genre.
Last week I was perplexed by a swarm of well to do normals, peeping out of Brixton tube, shitting themselves at the flashing digital signs advertising our local muggers and warning of violent attacks, and the need to keep small expensive electric gadgets hidden deep in corduroy pockets. Many had brown coats and those funny stripey scarves which were fashionable last year, from places such as Gap (street clothing to be worn in Volvos) and Next - what else could it be called?
My first thought was that a coach load of junior chartered surveyors had taken a wrong turn, but it's a long time since the kilns cooled and there are no longer bricks to assay in Lambeth.
The cashpoint machines sported queues of always-do-wells, waving their wallets about and chatting happily. I began to fear I was no longer in Brixton.
Finally daughter and I noticed they were converging on the Academy, and that this was an audience. In a cartoon a light bulb would have come on above my head, the headliner at the Academy was the man cockney rhyming slang was invented for, James Blunt."
I wrongly assumed at the time that Brixton got it's name from a brick factory.
kyser_soze
Hawking's Angry Eyebrow
teuchter - all the time, and not just at Stockwell. One day we should compare notes.
