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Ronnie Lane was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis and died in Colorado U.S.A in 1997. His medical care was funded by Jimmy Page, Rod Stewart and Ronnie Wood.
There is great feeling and Joy in his songs. RIP Ronnie
Ronnie Lane and Slim Chance. How Come
They lost the benefit of any doubt when they frustrated the investigation.
I watched the F1 film with Brad Pitt the other day, and there’s a moment where his character asks to add something to the car that isn’t really in the rules. The FIA punishes it, but the team can still race with the earlier car. It made me think.
In F1, the best teams live at the edge of the regulations. Sometimes the FIA allows what they’ve found, and sometimes it says that goes too far. Occasionally the rules are rewritten afterwards.
Now, City. I’m not defending them. A commission found they entered into sham agreements and broke the spending limits. A sham is an arrangement that isn’t what it claims to be, so that’s a different thing from using a gap nobody had spotted.
City deny it and will appeal. But I find it useful to ask/reflect on how people inside the club see it.
From their point of view, PERHAPS they believe they were doing what elite competitors do: looking at the rules, finding the limits, challenging interpretations and moving faster than the regulatory system.
From the outside, you might look at that and say, “That’s cheating.” From inside the organisation, they might say, “We found something nobody had thought of.”
If you believe you’ve found a way to bring money in, more or less within the rules (and the commission said it was not in the rules and it was cheating), you might tell yourself you’re just being a sharp competitor.
We are all asking “did City cheat?”. But I find this question interesting too: “how did City come to believe they weren’t?”
And understanding a mindset, or trying to, isn’t excusing it.
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Today is World Sake Day!
Oysters are perfect match with Sake!🦪 Also, Sake on the rocks is delicious!
Let’s enjoy Japanese Sake!!🍶
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I’m off to the Glasgow! The best city in the UK.
Distillery at an airport.
The oldest surviving music hall.
More Italian marble than the Vatican.
First ever international football match.
More parks than any other city in Europe.
And “The Pot Still” my favourite pub in the UK.
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There is a place in Scotland where it is possible, with a strong arm, to throw a stone from the Atlantic Ocean to the North Sea.
The wonderfully named Mavis Grind in Shetland is around 80m (250ft) wide, and the place where the Atlantic Ocean and North Sea come closest.
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Incredible 🍀🇮🇪
@RealBetis_en
@CelticFC
From - @ thereelmurts (Instagram)
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Yeah, and a shout out to the nuns who probably did this work ! Working on fabric stretched over an embroidery frame is pretty back breaking work, especially for the bits that you can only reach by contorting yourself! I wonder if they worked in silence as I did as a novice?
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I picked this up in the park this morning and it was still on hold to the Doctors 📱 🤷♂️😂
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Brinley Newton John, a fluent German speaker and father of Olivia Newton John, posed as a fellow prisoner then interrogated German pilots at Trent Park!
They trusted him and talked... thus revealing Nazi secrets to British Intelligence.
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4 September 1916: Fr Willie at the Battle of the Somme
"“I was standing about 100 yards away watching a party of my men crossing the valley, when I saw the earth under their feet open and the twenty men disappear in a cloud of smoke, while a column of stones and clay was shot a couple of hundred feet into the air. A big German shell by the merest chance had landed in the middle of the party. I rushed down the slope, getting a most unmerciful whack between the shoulders, probably from a falling stone, as it did not wound me, but it was no time to think of one’s safety. I gave them all a General Absolution, scraped the clay from the faces of a couple of buried men who were not wounded, and then anointed as many of the poor lads as I could reach. Two of them had no faces to anoint and others were ten feet under the clay, but a few were living still. By this time half a dozen volunteers had run up and were digging the buried men out. War may be horrible, but it certainly brings out the best side of a man’s character; over and over again I have seen men risking their lives to help or save a comrade, and these brave fellows knew the risk they were taking, for when a German shell falls in a certain place, you clear as quickly as you can since several more are pretty certain to land close. It was a case of duty for me, but real courage for them. We dug like demons for our lad’s lives and our own, to tell the truth, for every few minutes another iron pill from a Krupp gun would come tearing down the valley, making our very hearts leap into our mouths. More than once we were well sprinkled with clay and stones, but the cup of cold water promise was well kept, and not one of the party received a scratch. We got three buried men out alive, not much the worse for their trying experience, but so thoroughly had the shell done its work that there was not a single wounded man in the rest of the party; all had gone to a better land. As I walked back I nearly shared the fate of my boys, but somehow escaped again, and pulled out two more lads who were only buried up to the waist and uninjured. Meanwhile the regiment had been ordered back to a safer position on the hill, and we were able to breathe once more.”
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