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The posting of peoples children is particularly disgusting.  Those pictures are vile and explicit.

I also know that Maddy and Alfie have young children and posting up peoples addresses can be very dangerous and risks the safety of those children.  If it was my address being posted when my kids were young i would be very very concerned.

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shakes head in disbelief.

Whoever started this thread is very mean unkind and quite frankly I am disgusted how anyone could do this!!

I don’t what the row was about, I just saw details being posted up over and over again.  I’ve never seen the name Moon Child before today.

I like Tracy, and I am also friends with Alfie.

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in reference to the song  the night they drove old Dixie down,yeh catchy tune but are we really advocating slavery? im all for rebels but fuck em im glad the usa seen sense

that’s all I have to say on this topic bye,

watched it twice now jan how sad is that song

anyway jan you like quizzes

keep yer beaks out boardies

this is for jan only,why do the aussies call us poms

sit down ram shush

cheers jan coming in chat now xx

don’t know if you are still there jan,but theres a song called poverty knock by chumbawumba bout lancs.yorks mill workers its very poignant it makes me cry.

lol jan you pre-empted  me I love you ,you put the song on as I was typing you Geordie minx xx

fascist bastards hey jan you got the Jarrow song think it was by not georgie fame,his mate Geordie bloke think its alan price great song glory glory,come on jan I know you got the vid you were 16 lol xx

ty jan xx

it starts England 1936 the grip of the Sabbath day.

er no links  as my comp is acting like a muppet but id luv it just luv it if somebody would put on ghosts of cable street by my fave band the men they couldn’t hang,brill vid that white horse,best lyric is jack spot broke through with an armful load of lead and knocked Oswald mosely dead

ty in advance boardies

lov yuz xx

Seeing my son’s Girls for the afternoon, i can’t visit as often as i used to, so they came here