John Hamilton

@ObscureMCU @ToucanTilly If Sony and Marvel ever get their sh*t together maybe. It's a complicated rights issue. Hope so.

The best ever and the best there ever will be. Snooker fans I hope you’ve cherished him over the years in the joy he’s brought to millions over 4 decades

@OOCSnooker Mark Selby Ronnie O’Sullivan Wu Yize Mark Williams Neil Robertson

With the world championships approaching, let’s hear your: -Favourite to win -Who you want to win -Underdog semi finalist -Shock early exit -To make a max

@nkl_17 @mathsjem @Advanced_Maths @MathsWebb Pete Hart for A Level Maths!

So - does anyone have a list of good YouTubers for #ALevelMaths and #ALevelFurtherMaths? I’m trying to collate a list but don’t want to reinvent the wheel… @Advanced_Maths @MathsWebb @mathsjem

Shot of the tournament has already been decided! 🤣🤣🤣 #PlayersChampionship

I’ve got a sweet giveaway from my sponsor, @UltimateGuard - all you have to do is RT this and follow them for a chance to win! We will pick three winners at random, each of which can choose three pieces from their new Lorwyn collection 🎉 #sponsored 😛

And that… is loyalty What a brilliant series. Stop writing articles about the show losing its polish. It’s just good telly. #TheTraitors

“Santa Claus is real.” “No, he’s not.” “Yes he is, I've seen him.” “You've seen him?” “Yes.” “You've seen a sleigh with eight tiny reindeer that's crewed by the elves, and captained by a man so jolly that Heaven itself sent him back down?” “No.” “No.” “But I have seen a sleigh with reindeer.” “Oh, and no sleigh that's not crewed by the elves and captained by a man so jolly that Heaven itself sent him back down could possibly have reindeer, therefore couldn't possibly be any other sleigh than Santa’s. Is that what you're telling me?” “No.” “Like I said, there's no real Santa that can deliver the presents.”

@philhaigh_ @TAFKASB @nr147 There are some good spots opening around the Light and the rejuvenated area, but it’s hard not to feel like Fargate is being left behind.

@TAFKASB @nr147 City centre is improving again. Did have a serious dip though, granted. Good new pub opened in here round the corner from the Crucible.

Great venue The Barbican. Great city York. Much better on both scores than The Crucible. If it ever were to move, very simple answer.

Honestly could be one of the best breaks I’ve ever seen given the context of what’s gone on before 👏🏼

@Nick_Metcalfe There on the first Sunday and for the final too :)

Please do let us know if you're heading to York for the UK Championship - tweet us or email talkingsnooker@yahoo.com Talking Snooker returns next week when we'll reflect on UK qualifying and look ahead to the main stages at the Barbican. #TalkingSnooker

Actually the scheduling is great. In every group is a player who was still playing in Nanjing 4 days prior: Murphy: Thu -> Mon Zhao: Fri -> Tue Maguire: Sat -> Wed Higgins: Sun -> Thu They couldn't have done it any fairer than that.

Shaun Murphy not happy about the scheduling but maybe stop larging it on a Sunday morning? #ChampofChamps

Which one is more English?

Every shot of Bai Yulu's record breaking 145! 🔥 A breathtaking display from the young star who’s just set an incredible new benchmark for women’s snooker. The sky is the limit! 👏 #InternationalChampionship

Great snooker night. Great snooker roar. Jordan Brown beats Shaun Murphy 4-2 in Belfast. Pictures from TNT Sports/Eurosport #Snooker

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.

@mtg_ds Alaska?

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐔.𝐒 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝 🗺 We've seen enough UB sets (and promo Lands), that a decent proportion of the "real life" earth is represented in Magic illustrations. This map highlights every U.S. state that I could find.

Sky Sports camera operator hits 180 during broadcast check 😳🎯