Sid the Stoker

chicago    +2  It's 106 miles to Chicago, we got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it's dark... and we're wearing sunglasses...

They have both types of music. Country and Western... Rawhide in A...

Bobs Country Bunker.. Otherwise known as BOOBS...

Best dammed Chicken in the State...

We are On a Mission from God...

They were good boys. Mr Man they left this... Murph and the Majictons...

Hay, you sleaze, that's my bed...

When I woke up this morning...

Get out... and don't come back until you have redeemed yourselves...

twenty-three dollars and seven cents. It's got a cop motor, a 440-cubic-inch plant. It's got cop tires, cop suspension, cop shocks. It's a model made before catalytic converters so it'll run good on regular gas.

🚨EXCLUSIVE🚨 SAS soldiers are resigning in significant numbers over fears they will be subjected to “witch hunts” by human-rights lawyers. Multiple sources have claimed that personnel from across 22 SAS, the Army’s most elite fighting force, have applied for premature voluntary release. The Telegraph is withholding the exact figure for security reasons. However, several SAS sources have described the recent losses as “significant” and a “threat to national security”. At least two squadrons, D and G, are believed to have been affected, with insiders saying outrage over recent war crime probes into Afghanistan and Syria, which have been branded “witch hunts”, are believed to be the main driving forces. Among those understood to have resigned include several senior warrant officers, who are the backbone of the special forces and among the most experienced troops in the regiment. A number are understood to have applied for release “on principle” just before Christmas. “Morale is s--t at the moment,” one insider with knowledge of the recent losses told me, while another said there was “considerable disquiet” in the regiment as a result. The SAS resignations are a major blow to the famed special forces unit, which is the tip of the spear in any military operation and is deployed globally. Full story: telegraph.co.uk/gift/ee5ad8ccb…

In the grounds of Chillingham Castle in Northumberland, behind a wall built in 1270, there is a herd of wild cattle. They have been there, in that specific park, for approximately 700 years. They are white. Small. Horned. They look vaguely like the cattle on a medieval tapestry, which is roughly what they are. The Chillingham herd is the last surviving population of genuinely wild cattle in Britain, and genetically the closest living relative of the aurochs, the wild ancestor of every domestic cow on earth. When the estate was enclosed in the 13th century, a group of cattle was trapped inside the wall. Nobody moved them. Nobody bred them with outside stock. Nobody managed them. The wall went up, the cattle kept being cattle, and the door, essentially, was never opened again. Seven centuries later, they are still there. No selective breeding. No herd improvement programme. No artificial insemination. No supplementary feed beyond what the park produces. They eat the grass. They calve unassisted. The bull fights for dominance. The old are taken by winter. The young grow up in a social structure nobody taught them. They have the lowest genetic diversity of any mammal on earth that isn't officially endangered. By every textbook in conservation genetics, they should have collapsed a dozen times over from inbreeding depression. They have not. They are, by veterinary standards, extraordinarily healthy. Disease resistance better than modern breeds. Fertility steady. Calving success high. They carry on regardless. What can be learned from Chillingham. The first is that a cattle population, left alone on land suited to them, finds its own equilibrium. No committee is required. No spreadsheet. No grass-measuring device. The cattle work it out. They have worked it out for 700 years. The second is that the park itself is a functioning ecosystem, maintained by those cattle. The wildflowers, the ancient oaks, the soil structure, the bird populations, are all shaped by continuous low-intensity grazing by a small wild herd. It is one of the most biodiverse small landscapes in England. The third, and most inconvenient to the modern argument, is that cattle and wild land are not in conflict. The Chillingham herd is wild cattle, on wild land, in steady state, for longer than most European countries have existed in their current form. They are a living contradiction to almost every modern claim made about bovines and ecosystems. They are not on anybody's emissions chart. They have never been invited to a conference. They are behind their wall, in Northumberland, quietly doing what cattle have been doing since before the Norman Conquest. They will probably still be doing it when the current debate has been forgotten.

Fishing remains one of the world’s most challenging careers. This year, families are grieving fishermen who did not come home. National Fishing Remembrance Day is Sunday 10 May. Communities across the country will remember those lost. #NationalFishingRemembranceDay

Comedy legend Dudley Moore was born #OTD in 1935. Here he is with Peter Cook in the famous “Bloody Greta Garbo” sketch.

Influencer RIELLEUK Arrested on suspicion of Attempted Murder This crazy bi**h smashed her car into three pedestrians including her fellow influencer Black People have KILLED London She should get life for this!

@steonthesea Why is it not painted Green and White??? Was the Buffers party loafin???

Another fantastic photo of when HMS QUEEN ELIZABETH stood in for the Gosport Ferry when it was broke

@BloodNelsons I'm a Stoker, of several Rates, some twice. I stand as creature that will emerge from the dark subterranean bowls of a Leander class frigate. Out for the night in Union Street, in Guzz. The Two Twigs, Ace of Spades and Boobs. Here we Come...

I remember one time in military attaches house in tel aviv..... I was introduced to his good lady who offered me her cheek. I planted a smacker that was heard all over the room. I looked round to see the SAS Colonel giving me the evils. Canapés anyone? #jollyjack

I'm a Stoker, of several Rates, some twice. I stand as creature that will emerge from the dark subterranean bowls of a Leander class frigate. Out for the night in Union Street, in Guzz. The Two Twigs, Ace of Spades and Boobs. Here we Come...

@steonthesea Ok, I did do time on 42's. However LEANDERS are better. Especially for Stokers...

A thing of beauty 😍 🥰😍🥰😍⚓️🫡⚓️🫡

@bushontheradio Cheese n Onion crisps, eaten at the same time as a Mars bar. The combination of crisps and mars bar in the mouth is sexual chocolate...

I never thought I'd be saying this but I genuinely think it's time to retire cheese and onion crisps. No one eats them any more, a flavour from a bygone era. Time for another combo to enter the variety bag elite.