Sam Herbert

Three months ago, I did a fun advert for ⁦@paddypower⁩ promoting PSA prostate cancer tests. Today, I received this email which I post with Mike’s permission. As he said ‘the more exposure the better!’ So happy for him. Take the test, chaps, it may save your life too.

A Polish dance group, Fair Play Crew, drew global attention by recreating on stage the stiff and synchronized movements of 1980s fighting video games, such as the classic International Karate. I've seen this so many times, still cracks me up 😂

My friend's daughter forgot the word “dandelion” so she described it as “the one that explodes into wishes.” I like that better.

🚨 BREAKING: Deputy AG Todd Blanche just confirmed the DOJ deliberately withheld Epstein images showing death, physical abuse, and injury. They admitted it themselves. And while they’re hiding graphic evidence of what happened to those children — they’re also redacting the names of Epstein’s powerful clients. Including Donald Trump’s. This is why he started a war. Not for America. Not for tariffs. To keep you looking somewhere else while the files that could end his presidency and his freedom — stay buried. The Epstein cover-up is the story. Everything else is the distraction. Never stop talking about it.

Communication expert Jefferson Fisher showed me something I won’t forget... He calls it the string theory. When two people are talking, there’s an invisible string between them. If you check your phone, the string goes slack. Even just having it on the table breaks the connection. Here’s how he explained it 👇🏾

@DaveKent101 Always someone’s else fault when it comes to Starmer and his party 🤦‍♀️

While I loathe Ed Davey, full credit to him for landing the biggest hit on Starmer during today’s PMQs. Just look at Starmer’s furious reaction too - absolutely priceless.🤣🤣🤣

@ChamberofFit I’ve just ran my longest training run so far .. 14k! This time last yr I wasnt allowed to lift a kettle due to surgery! Grateful for every movement 🏃‍♀️

Rather than complaining about having to workout, be grateful you have a fully functioning body capable of it.

Please help me raise funds for @tommys charity! Training for the @LLHalf in April! Ran consistently today for 1hr45mins -longest ever run!! This time last yr I couldnt pick up a kettle due to surgery - now I can run 14km! Donate to Sam's fundraising page llhm.tommys.org/fundraising/sa…

Dad and big brother stepping up like absolute legends 👏👏 Years from now, this will still be remembered 🥰❤️

@HumanityChad Love this!! They’ll all remember this day for the rest of time and they’ll laugh when they remember this day when they’re all older!!

When take your son to work day turns into a magical moment 🎶🎶💙

The best life advice always comes from your father‼️

@TaraViswanathan We were always in the pool with our children, now 5 adults with spouses and grandbabies, we spend lots of time together ❤️ Jump in the pool! xx

One of my friends has an incredibly inspirational family. She, her siblings, and their parents all genuinely like each other, and they spend an absurd amount of time together, even into adulthood. This morning I asked her what her parents did differently. She thought for a minute and then said, “My mom jumped in the pool with us.” Me: what? “You know how when you go to the pool as a kid, all the parents are standing outside the pool talking to each other?” “Our mom was always in the pool with us. Having fun with us.” I haven’t stopped thinking about this. Jump in the pool with your kids. (This applies to many, many things.)

This woman is a whistleblower from St Louis Children’s Hospital, and the unethical behavior she describes as taking place regarding the medical transition of children is beyond comprehension. No child was ever told “no.” Think about that for a moment.

You are totally replaceable at WORK You can't be replaced at HOME Keep that perspective

I built this garden myself and I need you to know that because for 28 years I've been waiting for my husband to do it. Twenty-eight years of asking. Of hinting. Of outright begging. Always "later" or "when I have time" or "that's a lot of work." So last spring I stopped asking. Watched some videos I found in a DIY group online, borrowed my neighbor's saw, bought the lumber myself. Spent three weekends building these raised beds while my husband watched football inside. He came out once to tell me I was doing it wrong. I told him to go back inside. The greenhouse kit I found through someone online who does custom builds. Put it together myself following her instructions. Every board I cut, every screw I drove in, I felt something shift. My tomatoes are thriving. My herbs are perfect. My garden is exactly what I wanted. And I did it myself because I got tired of waiting for permission or help or for someone else to care as much as I did. Stop waiting. Build your thing. You know how. Credit - marta hanger

Not sure who to attribute this assertion to, but it rings true! To those born between 1952 and 1979 — We are the bridge between two worlds. The last to grow up before the digital age—and the first to walk into it. We didn’t just witness history. We lived the transformation. We were the kids who played outside until the streetlights came on— who shouted friends’ names from the curb, not from a screen. We scraped our knees on pavement, ran errands with checkered grocery bags, and got rewarded with coins and candy. We are the generation that spun vinyl, then made mixtapes. That danced with Walkmans, marveled at CDs, and gently blew into Atari cartridges to make them work again. We played Pac-Man and watched our VHS tapes until the ribbon wore thin. We remember houses that cost five figures. We watched our parents buy them, and decades later, still wonder how they did it. We grew up with The Flintstones, Ultraman, Bonanza, and GI Joe. We listened to bedtime stories on radios and woke up to cartoon jingles. We danced to The Beatles, rocked to Led Zeppelin, and later cried to Soda Stereo and Los Bukis. We are the last to know life without helmets or seat belts— and somehow, we made it. We drank soda from glass bottles, picked up tortillas from the ground, dusted them off, and ate them. We drank from the same bottle. We shared everything. The worst we got? Lice. And vinegar took care of that. We traveled 10 hours in cars without tablets, seat-back screens, or fast food chains. Just games, songs, and endless questions from the backseat. We carried books that bent our backs. No wheels. No excuses. We memorized phone numbers, learned cursive, and rewound tapes with a pencil. We had no smartphones. No TikTok. No social media. But we had marbles, hide and seek, jump rope, and truth or dare under the stars. We built friendships in sweat, dirt, and laughter— not with likes, but with loyalty. We weren’t categories or hashtags. We were “the quiet one,” “the funny one,” “the freckled one.” And still—we belonged. We didn’t learn from TED Talks or YouTube tutorials. We learned from falling, failing, and getting up again. They call us Generation X. But we are more than a letter. We are the foundation. The in-between. The last ones to remember before it all went digital. ❤️ We survived it all—with heart, with grit, with soul. And we wouldn’t trade it for anything. Cheers to us. To the ones who lived both before and after. To the lucky ones.

@SH_92_x YES!!! 🙌

Local hardware store has this posted

This operator is way too overqualified for whatever job hes working