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@Martina @JamesMelville What is wrong with these people 🤬🤬🤬

Sick fucks- just because they can pay for it doesn’t mean they should. Hate them…

@ChesterfieldFC @Spireiteswrite I'm proud to renew my season ticket in the Phil Kirk stand 💙🤍💙

𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐡𝐢𝐥 𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐤 🏟💙 At last night's Fans' Forum, it was announced that the Motan Colortronic South Stand will be renamed after the club's late owner, Phil Kirk. 🔗 Read more: shorturl.at/PEVuC #Spireites

@zachhemming1 Shame about the score, hope you had a great birthday despite it. Let's have a brilliant away day Saturday COYB 💙🤍💙

Second goal is on me take full responsibility, onto Notts county Saturday , cheers for all birthday messages 👏🏻

You just have to listen to this by @ThatAlexWoman - it’s a must listen, I mean it. This was a frighteningly accurate account of what Starmer and other leaders of the UK have caused. “You didn’t stop those ‘Pro-Palestine marches, you didn’t proscribe the Muslim Brotherhood, you didn’t proscribe the IRGC, you weakened support of Israel .. What on earth do you think you’re doing?! You’re domestic terrorists! You’re sabotaging this Nation!” Via @TalkTV

@Sarahw9111 @MikePannett Warrior Queen. 🙌🙌🙌

Today I finished my journey fighting for justice for the little girl I used to be 💪👊🏻I’m also waiving my rights to anonymity again 11 years ago I gave my first ever video interview about what happened to me with the Rotherham grooming gangs it’s been one long road but I’m happy I can finally say I’ve got justice 💪👊🏻 The last 2 years I’ve been involved 3 trials at Sheffield crown court and today I finished my last trial and secured 125 years justice ….. I will be mentioning more about the last 2 trials over the coming days and what I’ve had to go through to get the justice I deserved….. Today riyasth Hussain was handed a 20 year jail sentence for the rapes he did when I was 13 years old I stared him in the face as I read my own victim impact statement out ….. I’m so proud of what I’ve done and I have taken 7 seriously dangerous men of the streets my only regret is not been able to do it sooner …. I can’t thank the national crime agency enough especially my contact officer he’s one of a kind and the best at what he does 🙌🏻 These are the 7 men I’ve put behind bars in 2 years 👊🏻👊🏻👊🏻 Please bare with me I’ve a lot to share about my case and also fight for Laura’s truth thank you all for your continued support 💪👊🏻 I AM YOUR KARMA !!!

🏆 Congratulations to Sammy Braybrooke, who has won Fans' Man of the Match for his performance against Gillingham. Some player 🤯 Kindly sponsored by @bannerjones. #Spireites

This wasn't allowed in public incase it offended anyone. So please don't retweet it. Thanks 🙏dutchbarn.com

Wasn’t going to put this on here but fuck it. Traveled up North today with my daughters, stopped somewhere outside Tamworth to get a coffee this afternoon. My 14 year old has gone in to the shop whilst I sorted the car, no more than 30ft from where I was. She comes back to the car a few minutes later frightened and upset. Some foreign invader cunt has approached her as she came out the shop asking how old she is and telling her how beautiful she is etc. Again, she is 14. Headloss ensues obviously. Invader cunt is gripped up and forced to apologies and promise he will never approach any young girls ever again, completely peacefully of course officer. But what would have happened if I wasn’t there? Why should she have had to be made to feel that way? Why do the bleeding heart liberals care more for foreign men than our own teenage girls? It’s like we’re living in the fucking twilight zone, absolutely nothing makes sense any more in this this country & it’s either going to put me in an early grave or prison unless something changes

@tracybeanz @wendyburn These photos are stunning!!

The amount of absolutely STUNNING talent oozing out of this video is unparalleled- the photographer and this beautiful ballerina.

I’ve just realised I haven’t called anyone on their landline since 17th April 2021. That’s because everyone uses their mobile phone now.

@b0ringtweets I was only talking about you to my husband on Friday. Do you still rank your towels? I hope you do.

Haven't seen much of him recently Apparently a professor talking about biologicat realities doesn't fit into the BBC's social engineering plans

@drelenathorne @bigfatsurprise This! when diagnosed October 24 my bloods were 131, started with Metformin and that combined with fasting, dietary changes & weight training they were 39.9 by June 25. Metformin dose halved, plan on being medication free by June 26. It's hard work but totally achievable.

@bigfatsurprise Drugs force blood sugar down. Fasting fixes insulin resistance. One masks the symptom. The other cleans the engine. You cannot drug your way out of a dietary disease.

I wish the US media would report on the fact that T2 diabetes is reversible, just with changes in diet. This has been demonstrated in clinical trials for more than a decade now. Yet...still, no major article in a major paper. If this were a drug, it would certainly be front-page news (as GLP-1s routinely are!)

@benwablett @Footinit Whenever anyone starts a conversation with Question? I respond by singing the first line from Destiny's child's Independent Women - tell me what you think about me? I buy my own diamonds and I buy my own rings. Always goes down well 😄

@Footinit My favourite is… “Question…” “…or nominate?” Fk I’m annoying.

I’ve got into a terrible habit recently. EVERY time my children start a sentence with: ‘I feel like….’ I immediately interrupt with ‘Chicken tonight?’ I still haven’t explained why so they probably think I’m having a breakdown.

@PhelpsieSarah Just watching Dickensian for the hundredth time! it's my pre Christmas ritual now, you created a masterpiece, my dear 😉

@DavidOlusoga comment of the series, he could have come down to breakfast in a green cloak & I wouldn't have thought he was a traitor!! Brilliant 🤣🤣 you're so sweet!!

@fynch08 @GBNEWS We won't be affording holidays anywhere after this budget. Doomed.

@GBNEWS I guess no holidays in the UK then

BREAKING Rachel Reeves set to hammer motorists with hated pay-per-mile car tax changes in Budget gbnews.com/lifestyle/cars…

@travisakers Amazing, tragic, depressing words. We live in a world of children dressed in designer clothing but never read to, homes having every mod con but no books. People have little attention span now as we have one eye on the TV while we scroll on our phones. What an crying shame 😔

A message from a Kindergarten teacher: After forty years in the classroom, my career ended with one small sentence from a six-year-old: “My dad says people like you don’t matter anymore.” No sneer. No malice. Just quiet honesty — the kind that cuts deeper because it’s innocent. He blinked, then added, “You don’t even have a TikTok.” My name is Mrs. Clara Holt, and for four decades, I taught kindergarten in a small Denver suburb. Today, I stacked the last box on my desk and locked the door behind me. When I started teaching in the early 1980s, it felt like a promise — a shared belief that what we did mattered. We weren’t rich, but we were valued. Parents brought warm cookies to parent nights. Kids gave you handmade cards with hearts that didn’t quite line up. Watching a child sound out their first sentence felt like magic. But that world slowly slipped away. The job I once knew has been replaced by exhaustion, red tape, and a kind of loneliness I can’t quite describe. My evenings used to be filled with construction paper, glitter, and glue sticks. Now they’re spent filling out digital reports to protect myself from angry emails or lawsuits. I’ve been yelled at by parents in front of twenty-five children — one filming me with his phone while I tried to calm another child mid-meltdown. And the kids… they’ve changed too. Not by choice. They arrive tired, anxious, overstimulated. Their tiny fingers know how to swipe a screen before they can hold a crayon. Some can’t make eye contact or wait in line. We’re expected to fix all of it — to patch the gaps, heal the trauma, teach the curriculum, and document every move — in six hours a day, with resources that barely fill a drawer. The little reading corner I once built, full of soft beanbags and paper stars, was replaced by data charts and “learning metrics.” A young principal once told me, “Clara, maybe you’re too nurturing. The district wants measurable results.” As if kindness were a weakness. Still, I stayed. Because of the small, holy moments that no spreadsheet could measure — a whisper of, “You remind me of my grandma.” a shaky note that read, “I feel safe here.” a quiet boy finally meeting my eyes and saying, “I read the whole page.” Those tiny sparks were my reason to keep showing up. But this last year broke something in me. The aggression grew sharper. The laughter in the staff room turned to silence. The light went out of so many eyes. I watched brilliant teachers — my friends — vanish under the weight of burnout, their joy replaced by survival. I felt myself fading too, like chalk on a board that’s been wiped one too many times. So today, I began my goodbye. I pulled faded art off the walls and tucked thirty years of handmade cards into a single box. In the back of a drawer, I found a letter from a student from 1998: “Thank you for loving me when I was hard to love.” I sat on the floor and cried. No party. No applause. Just a handshake from a young principal who called me “Ma’am” while checking his notifications. I left my rocking chair behind, and my sticker box too. What I carried with me were the memories — the faces of hundreds of children who once trusted me enough to reach out their hands and learn. That can’t be uploaded. It can’t be measured. It can’t be replaced. I miss when teachers were partners, not targets. When parents and educators worked side by side, not in opposition. When schools cared more about wonder than numbers. So if you know a teacher — any teacher — thank them. Not with a mug or a gift card, but with your words. With your respect. With your understanding that behind every test score is a heart that cared enough to try. Because in a world that often overlooks them, teachers are the ones who never forget our children.