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Man ends his marriage to sleep with other men = Courageous Man ends his marriage to sleep with other women = bastard Double standards much?

I’m more surprised to hear that he’d been married for 24 years. I’d suspected that it wasn’t only Mary who loved dick.

People do want socialist policies, they just don’t realise that those policies are socialist. They’ve been falsely brainwashed that socialism is all gulags and three-day-weeks. Our policies were supported by a huge majority of the electorate in polls were they weren’t advertised as Labour policies. That is the most frustrating thing of all for me. To say we need to become more centrist is ludicrous. We just need to be seen as more centrist (i.e. for people to realise that our policies aren’t far-left, hardcore ideas, but perfectly mainstream policies that are working well in many other countries).

So just say Starmer wins the leadership contest, what will make him appeal to a majority Brexit-supporting electorate? Even politically disengaged voters will have him pegged as an enemy Remainer. But even in the hypothetical situation where we win a GE with Starmer as leader - which policies would you choose to keep, and which would you prefer to see more ‘centrist’? Would you all be happy to continue to sell off bits of the NHS while running down the rest? Would you prefer to keep taxes on businesses as low as possible while subsidising them paying their staff slave wages through tax credits? It seems like some Labour supporters want to win at any price, without thinking for a second about what we actually stand for. If there has to be a party in government inflicting misery on the poor and making the rich even richer, I’d rather leave it to the Tories than do it ourselves. Not a single person who abstained on the welfare bill is fit to called a Labour leader.

Completely juxtaposed to this thread, I got a turkey crown and then bottled it last minute that there wouldn’t be enough, so I went out and bought a whole turkey yesterday. They’re currently both in the oven. I bloody hate turkey as well.

People bleat on about how much the pay, but they never consider what they’re getting for it. Mr or Mrs Average pays just under £3.5K in income tax each, and moan that they’re being robbed. A child’s state education costs between 5-7K a year per child, depending on age. Their combined tax just about covers schooling for one of their children, and nothing else. The vast majority of us are a net drain on the government, and that’s how it should be, in my opinion. If the government invests in us and our children they’ll get it back in years to come. But it winds me right up when you get some blathering Tory paying a tenner a week on their £14K salary, banging on about how they pay their way and why should they be penalised so lazy bastards can sit on their arses? Fuck off Carole, you’re not single-handedly propping up the entire benefits budget.

I don’t disagree, but as long as they’re in the party, they’ll keep trying to bring us down. We need to make a clean cut now. If they’ve got a problem with democratic socialist policies, they’re the ones in the wrong party. We shouldn’t change the essence of what we stand for to accommodate those who don’t believe in what we stand for. They should go now, and let us start to put the pieces back together.

I’ve said for years that there was literally no Brexit stance that Labour could have taken that would have secured a victory for us. If we’d gone full Leave, we’d have picked up some eventual Tory votes but lost our Remain supporters. Similarly if we’d gone full Remain we’d have been equally fucked. There are too many Leavers, unfortunately. I agreed completely with Corbyn’s stance, and was expecting a small Tory majority. Even with the benefit of hindsight, I can’t see a Brexit stance that would have worked. What we got was the best we could have expected in the circumstances (‘The circumstances’ being Brexit, a Labour Party full of non-socialist MPs intent on sowing division, and a corrupt, filthy media). The only thing I would have changed is that I wish we’d played dirtier. We were too nice, too fair. We should have purged the trouble-making centrists and Corbyn should have stood up for himself and answered the criticisms thrown at him head on, instead of being all Gandhi and turning the other cheek. I think that’s been his downfall. People see it as a weakness. I believe it’s a strength.

As if I’d signpost the forum degenerates to my poor unsuspecting elderly mother. To be fair, I’d probably be more concerned about you lot, than her! If you’re a lefty on Twitter there’s a good chance you’re already following her.

He was before were together, but took a huge cut to come to run a small company which was where we met. Are you stalking me, by the way? Can you tell me what time my optician’s appointment is today because I’ve forgotten, cheers. I do donate to Labour. I literally set up a homeless charity in my town a few years ago, and ran it till 12 months ago. Technically it’s a C.I.C, not a charity, but it’s by the by. We fed the local homeless population every night. And before you make a snide comment, no I wasn’t paid, I did it entirely in a voluntary capacity. I also spent thousands of pounds on food/equipment, but I’m sure you know that already.

You think women can’t pay half the mortgage? You are definitely a misogynist.

Very amusing. Just for the record, my ‘rich bloke’ wasn’t rich when we got together. For the first two years of our relationship I paid to keep him. We started a business and grew it together. But you carry on being a misogynist as well as a selfish cunt.

We’re currently trying to flog our business and Labour’s proposed abolition of entrepreneurs’ relief means we’ll pay 50% tax on the sale price instead of the current 10%. That’s an obscene amount of money, but I would still give my right arm to have Jeremy Corbyn as PM. There is literally nothing that money could buy that I would want more than a Labour victory.

Either that or a Wilf Lunn lookalike contest.

Was in a hotel last week and there was a wedding on. I thought I’d stumbled onto the set of a period drama. Half the blokes were dressed in the most ridiculous clobber. I’m not just talking about a Peaky Blinders Cockbonnet; this was full on tweed suits tucked into socks, pocket watches, the full monty. What a shower of beauts.

I’ve been trying to find a quiet corner of the internet where I can argue about something other than politics. There was only ever going to be one place I ended up. Redcurrant jelly, my arse. The gf has gone to the dogs in my absence.

It does have to be very succulent young lamb, so I probably am a bit of a meat paedo.

What the hell is Redcurrant Jelly? It sounds like something they’d have put on roast swan in the 1600s. I’m a traditionalist - apple sauce with pork, mint sauce with lamb, horseradish with beef, bread sauce with nothing, ever.

My old Mum is so technophobic that she asks me to go round to hers to change the channel on her ‘wireless’. We bought her a tablet a couple of years ago in an attempt to drag her into the modern age. She asked me to make her an account on Twitter so she could read people’s views. A few months later she proudly informed me that she’d taught herself how to retweet and like tweets. Not long after, I showed her how to send her own tweets, reply and quote tweets. I rarely go on Twitter these days, but because the auld gerl refuses to use a smartphone, if I have to send her pictures I DM them to her on Twitter (she struggles with email still). Imagine my shock to see she has amassed almost 7,000 followers. I’ve been on Twitter for a decade, and I’ve got a handful of people and a cat following me yet my mother who can happily bang on for four straight hours about her bunions is taking over the internet. My head is fried!

Be careful of making such a huge life-changing decision based on a school’s rating. A school can go from ‘Outstanding’ to requiring improvement within a really short space of time, whenever Ofsted change their inspection framework. It’s best to visit the local schools and get a feel for the ones you like, rather than just accept that a school is better just because it’s got a robust anti-radicalisation policy or some other such nonsense measure.

Bubble and squeak, now you’re talking my language. It’s too often overlooked in these northern parts. I thank my 50% cockney genes for my love of fried mash and cabbage. Can I add, in my defence, I wouldn’t even expect the buggers to cook the whole dinner. I’d be happy if they offered to peel a bag of spuds and make breakfast.

For the first year ever, I’m going on strike on Christmas Day. Every year I spend the whole week before organising, shopping and stressing. Christmas Eve is like a mad mash of Masterchef and DIY SOS, peeling veg and preparing stuff. I’m already knackered by the time I drag myself out of bed on Christmas Day to open presents (briefly) then it’s straight into the kitchen to make a full English for my enormous tribe. If I’m lucky I’ll find ten minutes to jump in the shower and throw some clothes on before I immediately get the Christmas lunch on. I’ll cook it single handedly, usually for 10-12 people, then sit down to eat with them. They’ll all look glam as fuck, while I’m a frazzled, sweating mess with hair like Boris Johnson and no make-up on. And so it continues for the rest of the day... So this year I’ve told them there’s going to be no Christmas lunch. I’m going to relax and sit down, eat chocolate, drink and watch shit telly. I’ll do a buffet of ready-prepared stuff, but there’ll be no cooking. My husband is completely supportive and thinks it’s a great idea. The kids on the other hand are organising management talks with the unions. No words can describe their horror and disgust. I don’t give a shit; the bloody lazy, expectant, millennial bastards.

How are you doing? I still lurk from time to time, but I’ve impressed myself today with my ability to remember my password. Obviously not quite as demented as I’d feared!

Hmm, the Spice Girls are getting back together, you say?

My older brother always says he was born 30 years too early. He spent his formative years getting the shit kicked out of him at school for liking things that are cool nowadays.