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Point one - who the fuck other than some old people read (and thus are infuenced by) the fucking press. Point two - already looked at the stats earlier today and "checks notes" young'uns don't vote. Less than half of them per BBC.

I was never, still aren't tbh politicaly motivated (or particularly interested) I have as I got older voted for whoever would beat the Tory, which usually meant Labour. I'd vote green if we had PR. I did once vote for Neville Trotter (possibly 79, my first election or maybe the next one) because I came across him through work and he was a first rate local MP who got regularly involved for his constituents and given my line of work at the time, they were "anything but" what you could call core Tory voters. Voting for your local MP used to be a thing, none of this US-like vote for who'll be PM shite. I probably only became semi interested with politics due to my views on brexit and the shitshow that followed. If it's any consolation to Gloom I've become way more lefty as I got older, that said, I possibly haven't and it's like the right has gone so far right my position has gone left by default.

You’d think she’d have learned her lesson after the first train

Was driving past the Scrogg recently, which is now a social club and not a pub I think. My laddie was playing v Walker Central. I’ve been in the Scrogg years ago when my grandad who lived near there was still alive. It was canny rough then but now the fortifications added give it the appearance of a police station near the Falls Road

The now gone Willows on Scrogg road.

I thought he was funny as toothache, personally. (Mike Myers, not TP).

Wallsend Buffs?

Probably some dodgy Chinese betting company..... Oh, you mean the shirt?

Talking of shit, club I used to get into was always rammed on a Sunday, especially when we were on sky, pre-firestick sports, the main bogs would regularly clog up and be out of order so one Sunday, there's the glass collector, decent enough bloke but not the full shilling, coming out of the bogs up to his arms in, err liquid, says he's just about fixed it. Twenty minutes later he's walking around, same clothes offering roast tatties and roast sausages on platters to everyone. I'd never known so few takers as normally everyone got stuck in. Carry on and Betty when you call me, you can call me Keyth.

Jesus christ what the fuck is that?

Over broken glass.

Could be worse, lads.

next time keith.... buy 4 remoulds and drive faster.

Get yer sou’wester on, she wants to call in to Peover on the way back.

My reputation precedes me.

Let me guess- he’s from Wideopen?

The human Glade air-unfreshener. Pffft.

@Howmanheyman- how’s the eyesight these days?

Tell there's only room for one clit hero this weekend.

Me and Mrs. F. are having a filthy weekend away at Fingringhoe. We might stop at Clitheroe on the way.

Soz. I feel a bit deflated now, tbh.

That looks class. It'll be full of Tory cunts, but a lovely place. I had a week down there, staying at an Airbnb in Piddlehinton. Fucking Piddlehinton!