Claire Unwin

@barnsleysime Yep, saw loads around that time. King Kurt, Guana Batz etc

@C_Whitehead *back then*

OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD!!! While ever my arse has been pointing south, I never dreamed that The Meteors would play in t'Tarn. WRECKING CREW ASSEMBLE!!! *head explodes*

@barnsleysime I was about 17 so maybe they played a couple of times?

@C_Whitehead Hmm... 🤔 Sure I was older than 14. 😐

@barnsleysime Might have even been 84!

@C_Whitehead Either 86 or 87? Yes, me too.

@DanielMFinney 😆

@C_Whitehead Have to save it for when I shamelessly use you for your £10 mate tickets 😂❤️

Had a season ticket for 12 consecutive years including covid, but I just can’t justify it anymore. The club has lost a sense of direction, pride and care. The alternative for me/my nephew is to follow from afar via away games/cups/big games. Heartbreaking what’s happening.

@antclare78 Farrell?

Strikers. McGoldrick - released Bradshaw - sent back Jalo - loaned out Dallas - released Watters - released

What I think will happen to our squad over the summer by position….. A 🧵…. Keepers Goodman - sent back Flavell - first team keeper Smith - sold Ravehill - back up

Tomorrow night! The Station Ashton-Under-Lyne #WSO

@heartshapedoll Took me so long to do my ID then link it to get my personal number, probably about two months to get it sorted! So frustrating

the companies house / yougov ID ordeal has defeated me. couldn’t link my account, could load up a certificate or statement, couldn’t update a thing. so in anger i’ve just asked them to close the whole company. government = 0, me = 1

@MrPitbull07 Congratulations on your hard work Jack!! You’re doing a great job!!👏

"Your son might work in a grocery store bagging groceries for the rest of his life." Someone said this to me right after my son Jack was diagnosed with autism. Over the years, the words stuck with me. I thought about them when he couldn't sit for circle time in kindergarten. When he couldn't take the bus home from school safely. When he started middle school, then high school. Fast-forward. Jack is twenty-one now. He works in a grocery store. He cuts fruit in the produce department. He works from 8:00 - 2:00 three days a week. He sets his alarm. He puts on his uniform. He walks to the bus station. He arrives on time. In this life alongside autism, I've learned it's not always about the destination, but how you got there in the first place. I've learned that a life lived differently is not a life less lived. Any any work, not matter what kind, is honorable. What a beautiful thing. Please join me in congratulating my son Jack on the first four months at his job. We are fiercely proud of him. Credit: Carrie Cariello

Smashing Lads at The Station, Ashton-Under-Lyne Saturday 7th Feb #WSO

@MissClarkTA @Inspire_Ashton Martha was so excited to show me Mr Wrigley was here!

@Inspire_Ashton Yes, Martha sitting enjoying The Tale of the Castle Mice a new book for Christmas! #booklovers

New one 👉 youtube.com/watch?v=34NrAS…

@tmbg My daughters Primary (kindergarten) school included it in their Christmas performance!! I couldn’t believe what I was hearing

Birdhouse in Your Soul. youtube.com/watch?v=LdgRYM…

@MissMirandaY2 @Inspire_Ashton @MissClarkTA We loved it! They were all so good, so proud of them all!

@PowerHousez06 @MrPitbull07 😊 👋 hi!!

"My name's Raymond. I'm 73. I work the parking lot at St. Joseph's Hospital. Minimum wage, orange vest, a whistle I barely use. Most people don't even look at me. I'm just the old man waving cars into spaces. But I see everything. Like the black sedan that circled the lot every morning at 6 a.m. for three weeks. Young man driving, grandmother in the passenger seat. Chemotherapy, I figured. He'd drop her at the entrance, then spend 20 minutes hunting for parking, missing her appointments. One morning, I stopped him. "What time tomorrow?" "6:15," he said, confused. "Space A-7 will be empty. I'll save it." He blinked. "You... you can do that?" "I can now," I said. Next morning, I stood in A-7, holding my ground as cars circled angrily. When his sedan pulled up, I moved. He rolled down his window, speechless. "Why?" "Because she needs you in there with her," I said. "Not out here stressing." He cried. Right there in the parking lot. Word spread quietly. A father with a sick baby asked if I could help. A woman visiting her dying husband. I started arriving at 5 a.m., notebook in hand, tracking who needed what. Saved spots became sacred. People stopped honking. They waited. Because they knew someone else was fighting something bigger than traffic. But here's what changed everything, A businessman in a Mercedes screamed at me one morning. "I'm not sick! I need that spot for a meeting!" "Then walk," I said calmly. "That space is for someone whose hands are shaking too hard to grip a steering wheel." He sped off, furious. But a woman behind him got out of her car and hugged me. "My son has leukemia," she sobbed. "Thank you for seeing us." The hospital tried to stop me. "Liability issues," they said. But then families started writing letters. Dozens. "Raymond made the worst days bearable." "He gave us one less thing to break over." Last month, they made it official. "Reserved Parking for Families in Crisis." Ten spots, marked with blue signs. And they asked me to manage it. But the best part? A man I'd helped two years ago, his mother survived, came back. He's a carpenter. Built a small wooden box, mounted it by the reserved spaces. Inside? Prayer cards, tissues, breath mints, and a note, "Take what you need. You're not alone. -Raymond & Friends" People leave things now. Granola bars. Phone chargers. Yesterday, someone left a hand-knitted blanket. I'm 73. I direct traffic in a hospital parking lot. But I've learned this: Healing doesn't just happen in operating rooms. Sometimes it starts in a parking space. When someone says, "I see your crisis. Let me carry this one small piece." So pay attention. At the grocery checkout, the coffee line, wherever you are. Someone's drowning in the little things while fighting the big ones. Hold a door. Save a spot. Carry the weight no one else sees. It's not glamorous. But it's everything." Let this story reach more hearts.... Credit: Mary Nelson

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Chewing gum encrusted stool! Loved #DanielKitson Maybe a Ghost Story tonight, his shows are a delight!

@MissMirandaY2 @Inspire_Ashton @MissClarkTA @Inspired_ToRead Well done everyone!!