Rosie

Random thought of the day: Ed Harris and Amy Madigan indignantly refusing to clap when Elia Kazan, who infamously “named names” to HUAC in 1952, received an honorary Oscar at the 1999 Academy Award

"Tell Cersei. I want her to know it was me." 🗿 In the 1960s, Diana Rigg found out she was paid less than the cameraman on ‘The Avengers’ and leaked it herself. She was earning roughly £90 per week, while the cameraman earned approximately £120. Some reports suggest her male co-star, Patrick Macnee, was earning as much as £1,000 per week during the show's peak. When she went public with the disparity, the press and industry insiders labeled her "ungrateful," "a diva," and "mercenary". Rigg noted that she received almost no support from other women in the industry at the time. It is a stinging irony that while Patrick Macnee (John Steed) was famously a "gentleman" on screen, he remained silent during Rigg’s public battle for fair pay. Despite their legendary chemistry, Rigg stood entirely alone against the studio Embracing the labels used to silence her, she famously stated: “If fighting for justice makes me difficult, then difficult I shall be”. As Emma Peel, she refused to be just eye candy. She trained in judo, did her own fight choreography, and delivered every line like she owned the room. “I am not a toy. I am an actress.” Rigg successfully negotiated a pay raise, doubling her salary to £180 per week. However, she ultimately left the show in 1968, refusing to remain in a system she viewed as exploitative. Decades later, she walked into Game of Thrones and stole scenes with a single look. Elegant. Ruthless. Unforgettable. Diana Rigg didn’t just play powerful women. She was one.

That was nearly 7 years ago. After an absolute horror getting a polyp removed with ZERO pain relief, I refused to go back. I'm still having periods. Without a uterus. But I don't have endometriosis.

Every single time I went to a doctor about how painful my periods were. Three different women doctors all claimed it was 'in my head' and that painful periods were 'normal.' My hysterectomy found endometriosis. That a new gyno later claimed I didn't have.

An anecdote I cherish is Mandy Patinkin once asked Rob Reiner what The Princess Bride was about. Reiner said it’s about a grandfather telling his grandson that the most important thing in in the world is love. I think that’s beautiful.

Hi, ER Doc here. I don’t know who needs to hear this but do NOT even think about it.

Bringing these back for the anniversary of Freddie's death. Because they're awesome. And so was he.

Oh Gods, this is better than the day Kissinger kicked the bucket.

It was branded 'The Summer of Sabbath' in Birmingham. It's certainly lived up to the billing. Whenever I've been ready to close the book and move on, something else happens and I get dragged back in. First there was the months of anticipation for the gig. Then, as it got closer, I was fortunate to become involved. Working at the opening of the museum exhibit with Sharon Osbourne. Making videos around the city of all the Sabbath-related attractions. Being among the privileged few to be present as the band was granted the Freedom of the City. The gig itself. And as I wallowed in the afterglow of that unforgettable couple of weeks, I thought, was that. But after the highs came the lows. The shock of Ozzy's death. Being despatched the following day to capture the city's reaction. The opening of the condolence books. Looking on as metalheads from across the world descended on Birmingham once again, much sooner than planned. Then, on Sunday, I received a call to ask if I would like to be involved in a final ride around Birmingham for the Prince of Darkness. I didn't need to be asked twice. And so we came around to today. As I took my privileged reserved spot next to Black Sabbath bridge, I watched in awe as the general public gathered in their masses - tens of thousands of them - to salute our city's finest son. Then there was the heartbreaking moment when the family arrived, broken, and I found myself in the odd predicament of trying to capture the occasion in spite of the tears streaming from my eyes. I wasn't prepared to find it so emotional. In many ways, I think it was suppressed grief for my own dad. My love of all things Ozzy and Sabbath came from him, and my emotions over the last few weeks have been so wrapped up in his memory. Seeing the Osbournes going through the same heartbreak that the Parkers did a couple of years ago, only with the added pressure of the eyes of the world watching them... Wow. It hit me right in the feels. But, amid the sadness, there was pride. A demonstration of Birmingham at its best, and the reasons why Ozzy strikes a chord with us so much. As Brummies, we live our lives being sneered at, the constant butt of the joke. So, when we see somebody who sounds like us become one of the coolest people in the world, of course we latch onto them. He was ours, and the city was his. It says a lot that Ozzy remains so revered despite being a complicated man. Delving into his past uncovers some uncomfortable truths. But it only adds weight to the feeling that we view him as one of our own. We see through his flaws. We forgive his mistakes. And that's true love. He is, however, a textbook case of the power of atonement. He always owned his mistakes and took responsibility for them. There was no apportioning of blame. No wallowing in self pity. Just a steady resolve for self-improvement. That PETA and The Alamo were among the social media accounts lining up to pay tribute last week says everything. Hundreds of millions of pounds raised for charity as his final act of redemption was the icing on the cake. Legacy assured. Our greatest Brummie. And so, as Ozzy left Birmingham, so ended our Summer of Sabbath. For real this time. And while there will be no more cause for emotional outpourings from me, I'll still show my love for Ozzy by quietly indulging in my love of his music, whilst encouraging my son to indulge in his. Just like my dad did. You know I will. I really will.

Seen this? 🦇 OzzyAirport.com

OZZY FOREVER 🦇🖤

Today we say goodbye to John Michael "Ozzy" Osbourne (1948-2025). Every single day a kid hears Black Sabbath for the first time & has their mind blown & world rocked by Birmingham's favourite sons. 🖤 Aston. The Crown. Birmingham. Forever. The Eternal Prince of Darkness. 🦇🤘🏼

A good day for fans of the true GOAT

@MidniteRooster7 The actress in the gif or me? Cos I'm not familiar enough with her to know her sexuality.

Hulk Hogan.

Goodnight, sweet Prince (of Darkness.) As a Brummie, and a Metal fan, this one hurts. A lot.

@PatPetterson2 @historyrock_ Ozzy's literally dying. So that is highly unlikely.

@historyrock_ Until they announce their comeback like every rock band has done .. 😂😂

Officially, Black Sabbath is gone. Without them, none of this would have been possible. Thank you forever 🦇💜

Breaking my hiatus to simply say - I fucking hate summer. No, actually. I hate Hate. Hate. LOATHE ENTIRELY summer. That is all.

Breaking my hiatus to wish most of you a Happy Pride Month 🏳️‍🌈

36 today, y'all.