Nearly all the Soap Operas in the UK have a pub for the characters to discus and moan about their love problems. Not in my pub they don’t. Start a conversation with “I’ve got a problem with my love life” and you would be on your own. If any advice was on offer it would go some like this.

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Now don’t yer go a’looking backwards
What’s done is done, the die is cast
No good can come of ponderation
It’s over now it’s gorn and past
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There’s a’doings out there to be done
No good staring at the wall
Finking things you auter done
That’s no bloody good at all
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You ad it made with Mary Jane
A luvley canny gel
Yer dumped er for that scrawny malt
Who made life a bloody hell
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So get a grip and loosen up
And get your arse in gear
The moving fingers bloody rit
Now go and git the beer.

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