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@owenjonesjourno Whereas of course as women are the weaker sex they could not attack a trans for being in a women only space for fear of being beaten by the man who says he’s a woman.

If trans women use men’s toilets, they will be subjected to humiliation, abuse and violence. Anyone with any sense knows this. Which is why in practice trans women will not use men’s toilets, and will just increasingly be driven out of society.

@kelly_ques John Lennon

What is the first celebrity death you remember being affected by?

This is a picture of Tony Blair and his son , who as it turns out just happens to have a company that will be paid £ 100 billion to develop and monitor .....DIGITAL I.Ds !! Another bonus for Blair himself is that he holds £ 375 million worth in shares in that company ! No wonder that digital ID is being pushed on us !

@DavidBu67718114 It’s been lovely, thank you, think I’ll do it all again tomorrow 😂🍸

@CollKaz2 It’s that sort of “chill out” day. Enjoy Kaz.

@Chris_Alex @MikeHunt1917343 @ClarksonsFarm1 😂😂😂😂

@MikeHunt1917343 @CollKaz2 @ClarksonsFarm1 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Settle a debate for us - Tea or Coffee?

@Chris_Alex @ClarksonsFarm1

@CollKaz2 @ClarksonsFarm1 🤣🤣🤣🤣

In Auschwitz, my mother taught me three rules. Not stories. Not prayers. Rules. The kind that kept you alive. Rule one: Never make eye contact with a guard. Rule two: Never show that you are sick. Rule three: Never, ever, lose your bowl. I was five years old. I memorized them the way other children memorize nursery rhymes. The bowl was a small tin thing. Dented. Scratched. It held whatever thin soup they gave us once a day. If you lost your bowl, you had no bowl. If you had no bowl, you had no ration. If you had no ration, you understand. I guarded that bowl with everything I had. I slept with it. I held it against my chest during roll call. I knew where it was every second of every day. Then one morning, I fell into the latrine. There is no delicate way to say this. The latrines in Auschwitz were wooden boards with holes cut into them over a pit. The holes were large. I was very small. I was in a hurry. I slipped. I went in up to my neck. The smell. The cold. The rats. I do not need to describe it. Your mind already knows. My mother tried to pull me out. She could not. I was slippery and she had no strength. None of us had strength. We had not eaten properly in months. She called out. Other women came. Together they pulled me free. Someone found a hose. They sprayed me down in the cold air while I stood there shaking. I did not cry. Rule number one in Auschwitz was the same rule everywhere, do not attract attention. But I got sick. Very sick. The kind of sick that comes from rats and filth and cold water and a body that has nothing left to fight with. And I remembered Rule Two, never show that you are sick. I hid it from everyone. From the guards. From the other children. Even from my mother, because I knew if she knew, she would do something. And doing something in Auschwitz got you killed. But someone saw. I do not know who. I do not know why they helped me instead of reporting me. I never knew. They took me to a room, a makeshift hospital. I lay in a bed, a real bed, not a wooden bunk, for the first time since we had arrived. I do not remember much of what happened next. The fever blurred everything. Days passed like smoke. When I came out, I still had my bowl. I had held it even in the latrine. Even in the fever. Even in the dark when I did not know where I was or what day it was. My mother looked at me when I came back. She looked at the bowl. She did not say anything. She just nodded, the way she nodded when something had gone the way it needed to go. People ask me what survival looks like. I tell them, sometimes it looks like a five year old girl climbing out of a latrine in a death camp, covered in filth, shaking with cold, still holding her tin bowl. Because she knew that the bowl was the difference between eating and not eating. Between living and not. Because her mother had told her. And she had listened. I am Tova Friedman. I fell into a latrine in Auschwitz at five years old. I came out still holding my bowl. Tova. #NeverForget #Survival #DaughterOfAuschwitz #ShesStillHere #TheirNamesLiveOn

Remember when Andy Burnham insisted people MUST carry a vaccine passport or be excluded? A nasty little authoritarian

@ClarksonsFarm1 As a Yorkshireman - there is only one choice ,

@ClarksonsFarm1 Lots of Tea

🍖 Supermarket Steak vs Local Butcher – The Difference is Shocking. A proper butcher picks up a supermarket-packaged rump steak and says: “I mean, you can’t even call that piece of steak. Whoever’s put that on a tray, P45 please.” The supermarket charges £7 for it, with £1.37 of that just for the plastic tray and wrapping. Meanwhile, the local butcher’s equivalent fresh cut is just £5.75, cut fresh that day, better quality, no nonsense. This is why supporting your local butcher makes sense. You get real meat at a better price, not packaging and margins. Have you switched yet? Worth every penny.

@LeonardBriscoe3 Erm 🫤 🤔 math not your strong point you absolute mong 🤣

There are over 7 billion people in the world, if he gave everyone a billion dollars he would still have 343 billion left and world poverty would end. Let that sink in. x.com/wyomelo/status…

@Mistertonmick It’s not good if you can’t at least move for long enough to get your heart rate up 🥰

@CollKaz2 Hopefully, bad enough one but two

Happy Weekend to mine and Eddies friends on Twitter, Eddie is Eddie and full of himself, I am still struggling with 2 bad knees and haven’t got the X-rays results back yet, I couldn’t going to my Aunts funeral because there would have been too much walking, 5 years older than me

@ItsTragik @ick_real You are your name

@ick_real No, I'd tell them what they tell us, "Stop buying iced coffee and avocado toast."

You’re at checkout and a elderly person can’t afford a loaf of bread and dozen of eggs do you step in and pay?

@ick_real Yes

@JamesMelville Boris Johnson, because of him we got Starmer who twins with him.

Mosquitos when they see you in shorts: