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A terrble confession...or maybe a guilty pleasure..


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My missues has gone away to Pompey for a night out with her mates, I've got the kids, they're in bed and I'm....watching X-factor. The odious, chippy Loius Walsh, the horrendous Dani...(I catually don't mind Simon Cowell and Sheryl), awful MOR song choices...someone do a Smiths song ffs , lowest common denominator voting, pantomine fall outs and sob stories, it's awful as I always moan to my missus......I'm watching it on my tod....forgive me Father

Come along now Quids, remove your hand from the front of your PJ bottoms and go to the kitchen.

Switch on that CD player, and put a CD in. The one that has The Beatles 'Rain' on it. Put it on whatever makes it play over and over.

Order a delivery from Tiffin. You'll be fine. I promise.

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