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futureboy said:
In my experience, those who've said they don't want to talk about politics or the B-word over the last 18 months seem to all have one thing in common.
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In my experience the ones that say they don’t want to talk about politics.. tend to be the ones that start the conversation. The sort that describe something they’ve heard that is factually incorrect as ‘their opinion’
 
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Aet290204 said:
Of course you can never be sure but I’m sure my local pub doesn’t have as many extremists.
And as much simmering bitterness and nastiness.
Or as many pub bores.
But hey. That’s life.
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What’s your local pub?
 
Bigrichardthe3rd said:
Whats with all the politics,boris done that ,brexit done this ,its hapened we can't change it,move on ,the future is bright for us boro fans let's talk football ,utb the prem is calling ,,,
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Why does it bother you? Easy enough to ignore the threads that you arent interested in

Look at how dead oneboro is through the week if we dont have a game, thats what happens if you limit to football only
 
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Bongo!

It’s all in the offbeat.
Dancefloor quaking beneath the feet
of a Friday night.
Beats ringing from Kingston
and the feel of the Windrush
pushing you on to
Get up! Stand up!
Stand up for your rights!

And though Marley is righteous,
the fight just left you
and you’re smiling instead.
Now Prince Buster’s in your head
and Rico’s in your shoes,
rocksteadying your legs,
man you just can’t lose.

And the walls are sweating
out the regrets
of fifty years of drunken punters
who were shunted outside
to the freezing night air
of a steelheaded town.

No welcome there
except the spirits of sailors
who landed up unlucky
and left behind their DNA
in the heartbeat of the shack
where the beats are black
and no quarter is given
in a town that’s riven

with streetgirls and lager louts
and cast offs and cast outs,
who went home on ships,
tales dripping from their lips
about the the things they saw,
the memories they built,
the legends born
and the blood that was spilt
at Club Bongo International!
 
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