Mine are the blue rits that have taken to hanging out on the hazel tree outside my back door like it's some kind of youth club...
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Mine are the blue rits that have taken to hanging out on the hazel tree outside my back door like it's some kind of youth club...
I thought Americans were pretty unequivocal about the right to carry a gun?
And a big ole 'fu*k you" to everyone else. What a guy, what a world.
Wishing you the best of luck. Labour needs all the help it can get but please, please let's remember how the changing of PMs did nothing for the reputation of the Tories other than to harm it further.
π΄Brexit Badly Weakened the UK and Now Donald Trump Is Taking Advantage
The Presidentβs increasingly threatening behaviour has shown clearer than ever before why Britain needs to be back in the heart of the EU, argues Jonathan Lis
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Not even the pretence of an investigation?
It's very sick indeed. Question is, how many other nations will it infect before it returns to health?
Indy has now steamed past the half-way point and is well on his way to Bath, walking through rain, snow, sleet and howling winds. Please support him and his very important cause if you can!
This is ACCURATE
We'll likely make our excuses around seven-ish. Awfully good of you.
Thank god. Do we have to stay for supper?
Such a hopeful picture
I genuinely don't mind this time of year but I can see how it affects people. Those beautiful pinks make me think of sunny mornings and warm grass under my feet π
Indy walked from dawn to dusk today, covering almost 20 miles in the cold, scaling very steep hills and descending muddy, slippery paths. Please support him if you can!
The moon rising over a snow-bound village
Candles on the Christmas spruce
Old Fox
That dusk, in the dark drawing room, Old Fox lit the beeswax candles on the spruce tree for the last time & the ghosts of the past & of those yet to come stepped forward, held in their spun-gold for a brief weighted moment, for the end of Yuletide is leaden with time, with the fugacity of all things
This gentleman's analogy encapsulates the pedophile president's blithering idiocy in Venezuela to perfection. ππ€£ππ€£ππ€£π
As a kid I hated Rentaghost and Timothy Claypole sent me into an unnatural rage. I feel a bit bad about that but my feelings towards him have not changed one bit.
Charlie Kirk was a husband and a father. We heard it over and over again
Only certain types of people get to be husbands and fathers. Some people are simply civilians. Faceless, nameless and without consequence. Civilians die. It's what they do
Go on! They can stuff it!
I'm going to do the same.
My kid refused to do his homework because it involved AI and the miserable bstards at school gave him a detention.
I picture he went into it looking like this
Nice! A little bit of light relief this morning, cheers!
I guess it would be enough for most people but then there's greed...
2025, the year of gifts and grifts: the Stephen Collins cartoon
This is what happens when you run out of conventional ways to make a living. You have to go harder and more radical and become an absolute monster.
For the stories and the warmth, you should treat yourself to this advent calendar
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I tell anyone that moved that my Grumpa built sets for British Lion studios and after having met David Niven on The Guns of Navarone corresponded with him. My mum has the letters and I've demanded that they come to me.
David Niven is my most favourite actor.
Hooray for Ermine!
The Twenty-second Window. The Little Girl had spent so many Christmases ill or convalescing in bed, it had become a family tradition to decorate a tree in her room, usually by the long windows which looked out over the parkland. That year, her bed was made neatly in the morning & only slept in at night, and she was well enough to help her Aunt. Together they dressed the little spruce with all their favourites β sweet oranges studded with cloves, scarred & play-worn wooden penguins and foxes & ermines & doves from the nursery chest, a battered old train engine once owned by her father, a dozen bold flags of elven-realms, strings of dried apples from Old Fox's orchards, baubles & pom-poms & festoons of paper flowers, delicate Japanese chΕchin from Liberty's, a papier-mΓ’chΓ© model of Felix the Cat and a protective fairy queen, dressed in silver brocade & carrying a wand of gilded hazel.
#OldFoxAdventCalendar
Treat yo'self to some frivolity. Life is best with a healthy dose of tomfoolery.
Ha! The best thread. Thanks xx
Puts me in mind of Noel Coward's response to being asked what those 2 doggies are doing..."the doggy in the front is blind and his friend is guiding him to St. Dunstan's".