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Woman-Child | Made in #Middlesbrough | LOL | draw | books | dance |💋| #UTB | small pic is me in The Wild Ox pub, Tilery | top pic looks like me now 😊
Up North, England
Joined March 2009
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My first sister
I've known you forever
You make me laugh
You drove me mad
Pinching my clothes/make-up/easter eggs
Talking on CB Radio in the middle of the night
Showing me how to tap numbers on the locked phone (good one)
Your Pierrot Pyjamas
Little Sis
Our Chris.
#HappyBirthday – at Stockton-on-Tees, England
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For those who haven't seen this masterpiece,
I give you Firestarter.
#FireStarter
#Prodigy
#SmileSaturday
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The free bottle of milk on every British school desk was put there by a 4ft 10 redhead from a Manchester slum, who was dead within 6 months of doing it.
Ellen Wilkinson grew up in Ardwick in the 1890s, in a house with no bath, and caught every illness going. She got out on scholarships. By 1935 she was MP for Jarrow, a shipbuilding town where the yard had shut and 7 men in 10 had no work.
She had seen what that did to the children. They were small, bow-legged and grey. In 1936 she walked with 200 of their fathers from Jarrow to London, nearly 300 miles, to hand in a petition. The Prime Minister would not see them.
In 1945 she was made Minister of Education. She had one thing she wanted above the rest. The Treasury told her the country was bankrupt and it could not be afforded.
In August 1946 a third of a pint of full cream milk became free for every schoolchild in Britain, every day, whatever their parents earned.
That winter was the worst of the century. Her ministry had no coal. She worked in her overcoat with bronchitis, and on 6 February 1947 she was found dead in her flat, aged 55.
She never saw a single class of those children grow up. They turned out the tallest and straightest generation the country had ever produced.
If you drank it, warm, through a paper straw, you were her life's work.
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Yeah, let’s go after households who have wood burners and turn a blind eye to the massive AI data centres that guzzle up loads of energy and water while destroying surrounding natural habitats. FFS. They are treating us like suckers.
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Please retweet to help Layla find a home #UK
Available for adoption, registered British charity✅✅✅
'Check out golden oldie Layla the 13-year-old Husky looking for a forever home 🏡
Layla is THE sweetest girl who adores children and loves her wobbly walks to the park. Being an older girl she does need to strengthen her muscles but would be fine going for shorter walks more often to go at her pace.
She is good with other calm natured dogs but no cats unfortunately.
Layla is house trained, travels well and LOVES some old lady zoomies to break up her day.
If you can offer Layla a forever home to rest her paws please get in touch below saintssleddogrescue.co.uk/ad…
@SaintsSledDogs
#dogs #adoptdontshop #K9hour @Nightowl400 @KatieAmess @rickygervais @Jan_Leeming @liamgallagher #England #Wales #Sctoland #London #Husky #Huskies #Layla
Layla, aged 13 needs a home October 2026.
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The Great British Rip Off.
We pay more for everything and what we get back is falling apart.
Food is nearly 40% more expensive than five years ago and on track to be around 50% higher than mid-2021 by the end of this year.
Olive oil has more than doubled. Beef, eggs, pasta and chocolate are all up by half or more.
Diesel has just hit a record £2 a litre. Petrol is around 174p. A typical energy bill is £1,723 under the October price cap - 58% higher than winter 2021/22.
£billions spent on importing oil and gas from Norway and the North Sea, while the government turns off the taps on new UK oil and gas licenses from the same sea.
Gas rates are roughly 140% above mid-2021.
One of the highest electricity rates in the world.
The tax burden is at the highest since records began in the late 1940s and still forecast to climb even further.
Employer National Insurance went up. Business rates land on the local independent shop. Retailers now hand over about 72p in business taxes for every £1 of pre-tax profit.
Walk the high street and you can see where that money did not go. One in seven high street properties is empty. Hollowed out streets where proud local businesses used to stand bringing communities together.
Over 70,000 UK shop closures since 2020. Retail jobs fell by 122,000 in two years.
The UK hospitality sector has suffered a net loss of more than 16,000 licensed venues (including pubs, bars, clubs, and restaurants) since the start of the Covid in March 2020.
A record 6,365 UK agriculture, forestry and fishing businesses closed in 2025 alone.
Familiar names keep shrinking or vanishing - boarded windows, “to let” signs a vape shop where the butcher or the bank used to be. The places that held a town together are being taxed and costed out of existence while you are told the economy is being “supported.”
The roads tell the same story. Councils in England and Wales face a record £18.6 billion backlog of carriageway repairs - twelve years of work. Only about half the local network is in good structural condition. More than 32,500 miles have less than five years of life left. Roads are resurfaced, on average, once every 97 years. 1 million potholes. Road drains left without regular cleaning.
We pay record fuel prices to drive on roads that wreck tyres and suspension.
Water is no better. Pipes leak, rivers take the sewage bills still rise. No major new reservoirs were built in England for over 30 years. Dozens sold off. And we end up getting told that we have a hosepipe ban when there’s a few days sunshine in July.
Schools, hospitals and rail carry the same pattern: maintenance deferred, promises announced, yet more decay.
But meanwhile data centres, solar panels and wind turbines are being plastered across prime farmland reducing our food supply, natural habitats and resources.
And the people in charge? An MP’s basic salary is £98,599 - up 5% this year, more than 20% since the £81,932 they were on in 2021. Ministers take a second salary and huge expenses on top. Their pay is increased while our taxes continue rise - which helps to fund them to manage our decline.
What is overdue is a massive, sustained cost-of-living protest - visible, peaceful, organised, impossible to shrug off by the government - until tax rises, food, fuel and energy prices and sense general decay stop crushing ordinary households and until the country we pay more and more for stops being left to rot by local and national governments.
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The moment this beat kicks in, the ’90s come roaring back!
A legendary Eurodance anthem—electric, irresistible, and forever unforgettable. 💃🕺✨
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Please retweet to help find the owner or a rescue shelter space for this elderly, possibly blind little dog found #PLYMOUTH #UK 1 October 2026
Now in a council pound 💔💔💔
'Elderly friendly possibly blind female grey and black Chihuahua found in #Plympton today, being held at the Plymouth Veterinary Hospital 26 William Prance Road today, tel 01752 702646; she is possibly blind with no collar, tag or microchip.
Do you know who the owner of this dog is? If you have any information that would help us get the dog back to its owner, please call the Council on 01752 304147.
The office closes at 5pm Monday - Thursday and 4.30 on Friday and the dog will be taken to kennels if not reunited with its owner. '
Original post on facebook
facebook.com/PlymouthEHTS
#dogs #animals #pets #adoptdontshop #England #Southampton #rescuedogs @MissingPetsGB @DogLostUK @rosiedoc666 @KatieAmess @AndrewRosindell @rickygervais @JaneFallon @Jan_Leeming @liamgallagher @ConservativeAWF @APDAWG1 @clarebalding @millypod1
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🚨 LABOUR BACKS PLANS TO FORCE EVERY HOUSEHOLD TO PAY THE BBC EVEN WITHOUT A TV!
Look at the desperate extortion scheme being cooked up in Westminster to rescue a dying state broadcaster.
A parliamentary committee has officially recommended replacing the 180 pound television licence with a compulsory household levy added directly onto your council tax or broadband bill.
Under this plan, you will be legally forced to fund the BBC even if you do not own a television set and never watch a single second of their programming.
Over half a million households cancelled their licences last year because the British public is sick to death of subsidising state propaganda and biased reporting.
In a free market, a failing media company goes bankrupt when customers walk away.
Under Andy Burnham and Lisa Nandy, the state simply forces you to pay for it under threat of criminal penalty.
Now connect the dots to their wider censorship agenda.
Labour is banning young people from social media, setting up a state information defence centre, and forcing internet providers to promote the very broadcaster you are being forced to fund.
The BBC has abandoned competing for audiences and has become a mandatory state church funded by an unavoidable poll tax.
Retweet this immediately to reject this broadband tax grab and demand the complete defunding of the BBC. 🇬🇧🔥
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Speaking as the elderly mother of three youngsters, who hasn’t had a sex change and knows many homosexuals, it is my able-bodied and sexually-preferred opinion that the Greens are turning into total nutters.
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JUST HAD TO BE SHARED ☕️
Buying a fucking coffee has become unnecessarily complicated.
There was a time when you walked into a café and asked for a coffee.
That was it.
"Coffee please."
Somebody put coffee in a cup, you gave them some money, and everybody got on with their fucking day.
Not anymore.
Now you walk into somewhere like Costa and ordering a coffee feels like you're filling out a mortgage application.
"What would you like?"
Coffee.
"Americano, latte, cappuccino, flat white, cortado, mocha, macchiato, espresso, double espresso, iced latte, iced Americano, frappe?"
Fucking hell.
I don't know.
The brown one that wakes me up.
Then comes the size.
Small, medium, large, regular, tall, grande, massive, fucking oil drum.
I'll have a large.
Excellent.
Surely we're finished.
Oh no.
"What milk would you like?"
Milk.
"Whole, semi skimmed, skimmed, oat, almond, coconut, soya?"
Cow.
Just whatever normally comes out of a fucking cow.
Then they start offering you syrups.
Vanilla, caramel, hazelnut, salted caramel, gingerbread, cinnamon, chocolate, white chocolate, pumpkin spice, sugar free vanilla, sugar free caramel.
No.
I wanted a coffee.
I didn't come in to design a fucking Yankee Candle.
But we're still nowhere near finished.
Would I like an extra shot?
Decaf?
Half caf?
An extra hot one?
Skinny?
Whipped cream?
Cold foam?
Chocolate sprinkles?
Cinnamon dust?
Caramel drizzle?
Chocolate drizzle?
Ice?
Crushed ice?
Less ice?
More ice?
At this point I'm expecting them to ask whether I'd like fucking underfloor heating installed.
And there's always somebody in front of you who knows this system intimately.
"Can I have a large iced skinny oat milk caramel latte, half sweet, extra hot, two pumps of vanilla, one pump of hazelnut, no foam, extra shot, light ice, whipped cream, caramel drizzle?"
Fucking hell, Barbara.
You're not ordering a drink.
You're giving the launch sequence for a fucking nuclear submarine.
Meanwhile I'm standing behind her thinking, "Coffee. Milk. Two sugars. Please let me go home."
Then comes the price.
"That'll be five pounds eighty please."
FIVE POUNDS EIGHTY?
For a fucking coffee?
For that money I want to keep the mug.
In fact, I want shares in the fucking building.
And because you've already stood there answering twenty seven questions about milk and syrup, you just tap your card like you've developed Stockholm syndrome.
Then they finally hand it over.
And I've ordered the biggest fucking size they've got because, naturally, I'm thinking bigger cup means more coffee.
Silly me.
The cup's the size of a fucking paint tin, but about fourteen percent of it appears to be coffee.
The rest is milk, foam, whipped cream, syrup, ice, chocolate dust, caramel drizzle and whatever other fucking building materials they've used to construct it.
You've basically ordered a coffee and they've built a fucking extension on top of it.
If you've gone for one of the cold ones it's even worse.
You pick up this enormous plastic cup thinking you've got enough caffeine to see you through until Thursday, then realise three quarters of the bastard is ice.
Six quid for twelve ice cubes, a splash of milk and a frightened little espresso hiding at the bottom.
Take the ice out and your "large" coffee would fit in a fucking egg cup.
And then there's the whipped cream.
Fucking mountains of it.
You've got to eat your way through half of the Alps before you even reach the beverage you actually ordered.
By the time you finally locate the coffee, you've consumed eight hundred calories and you've got cream on your nose.
At that point it's not a drink anymore.
It's a fucking dessert with a caffeine problem.
And somehow we've all just accepted this.
We've gone from putting the kettle on and spooning Nescafé into a mug to standing in a queue while somebody called Tyler asks what fucking personality we'd like our milk to have.
I don't need my coffee to be an experience.
I don't need it handcrafted.
I don't need it drizzled.
I don't need it dusted.
I don't need it topped with something that looks like insulation foam.
I just want it hot, strong and capable of making me slightly less likely to tell everyone to fuck off before nine o'clock in the morning.
It's coffee.
Put it in a cup.
Give it to me.
And stop making me take a fucking GCSE before I'm allowed to drink it.
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In 2008, two Russian brothers accidentally created one of the most iconic dance videos of the electro era, which later turned into an internet classic.
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The Temptations - Get Ready (1966)
Written by Smokey Robinson, this infectious Temptations classic, featuring Eddie Kendricks on lead vocals, deserved far higher than its #29 peak on the US Hot 100. However, the single did top the Soul Chart & went top 10 in the UK too.