Martin Barry
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Martin Barry
@MartinBarry20
Welsh exile in Surrey. Drumming for sanity!🏴
Katılım Şubat 2015
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@RonFilipkowski @Acyn How much longer ? Really America, how much longer ? It’s obvious to the rest of the world that he has gone . I mean completely gone!
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Trump claims he was the one who took out Osama bin Laden. x.com/Acyn/status/20…
Acyn@Acyn
Trump: I had killed Soleimani… I did one other, but this one was not picked up. Osama Bin Laden
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@JackoRugby Just hoping the City get over the line. Stuttering at the moment Peter
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All hail the Mighty Imps. Nobody in English football to touch them for sheer consistency: 24 unbeaten matches, 19 wins 5 draws. Cardiff City, second despite one win in six, can't see them for dust.
Lincoln City FC 🇺🇦@LincolnCity_FC
🥹 65 YEARS IN THE MAKING! 🤩 City are back in the @SkyBetChamp! ⌚️ FT | 👑 1-2 🔴
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@its_Lexieroy @JustaDude2i Kicking his ball out of a bunker on the 12th
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@RpsAgainstTrump Please just shut the fuck ip. The world is sick of your whingeing, whiny , wank simulation hotseshit . Now just fuck off and do one you orange c you next Tuesday
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@FrontRowRugbyXV Danie Gerber . The best centre I have ever seen. End of….
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@ABsay_ek My dad told me of the exhibitions he used to do. He watched cricket for 70 years and swore blind that Colin Bland was the best fielder he’d ever seen
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Remembering Colin Bland on his birth anniversary :
The man who made fielding sexy before anyone cared
Cricket was never kind to its third skill. Batting got the statues, bowling got the glory. Fielding was what you did while waiting for tea. Then arrived this mad Rhodesian who turned chasing leather into an act of obsession, Or maybe love.
Canterbury, 1965. The pitch looked like a swimming pool & no play was possible. Colin Cowdrey walked across to the South African dressing room with a bizarre request. Could Bland entertain the freezing crowd?
What followed was a magical act with deadly precision. Bland sprinted 15 times. 15 throws at the stumps. He hit 12. From cover, from mid-wicket, from square leg. The spectators forgot their numb fingers. When someone praised his accuracy against three stumps, Bland laughed loud. "They spoiled me," he said. "I practice with one."
Every morning before play, locals watched him try to hit a solitary stick for 30 minutes. If he missed, it was treated as breaking news.
Same tour at Lord's. Ken Barrington was batting beautifully on 91. He pushed to mid-wicket. Easy single, he thought. Bland ran like someone had set fire to his boots, picked up one-handed on the run & threw down the stumps. Barrington stood frozen in the middle of the pitch. Later he admitted something honest. "A batsman always knows where Bland is. He has to know, to live."
Jim Parks suffered worse. Bland ran him out by throwing the ball through Parks's legs to hit the stumps. Through his actual legs. The Daily Mail called Bland the Bradman of fielding. They were not exaggerating.
John Reid at Wanderers walked off clapping his own dismissal after a diving catch, Australian writer R.S. Whitington called it the Catch of the Century. Bland had made fielders into heroes.
He averaged 49 with the bat. Better than many specialists who played twice as long. But we only talk about the knee. 1966, Johannesburg. He was just 28 years old. Chasing another hopeless ball, he collided with the picket fence & his career over. Just like that.
Fielding never got its statues. It got Bland for a brief while & then it went back to waiting until another South African blonde flied in 1992 World Cup.
But those who saw him remember something else. They remember that for a few years, the man in the covers mattered as much as the man with the bat. That the third skill could make you hold your breath.
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@FrontRowRugbyXV Anyone who watched him score 4 tries for the BaaBaas against Cardiff that Saturday will remember. Virtually unknown outside SA , he announced himself as one of the greats . It was a privilege to be there . I would also mention Errol Tobias who was at 10 and was magnificent
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@GroomB My great gran lived in a paisley housecoat just like that. Valley nan stylee
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@OlenaRohoza BS, you insulted him when he was newly elected in his first term, allowing this crap in a London public park during a state visit. Considering your nonsupport of freedom of speech, this is much more egregious. You guys just liked it when the Deep State was screwing our people.

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Neil White, English writer:
Why do the British dislike Donald Trump?
First of all, Trump lacks some of the qualities traditionally valued by the British.
For example, he has no class, no charm, no composure, no credibility, no compassion, no wit, no warmth, no wisdom, no subtlety, no sensitivity.
We like to laugh, and although Trump can be funny, he has never said anything witty or even mildly amusing—not once, ever.
This particularly bothers the British—for us, the absence of humor is almost the same as the absence of humanity. And with Trump, this seems to be the case. He doesn’t even appear to understand what a joke is; his idea of humor is a crude remark, an illiterate insult, or a random act of cruelty.
Trump is a troll, and like all trolls, he is never funny and never laughs. His mind is simple—like a bot running on petty prejudices and various nastiness, with no layer of irony, complexity, nuance, or depth. Everything is superficial.
Some Americans may see this as a refreshing, progressive simplicity and authenticity.
But we, the British, do not. We see it as a lack of inner life, a lack of soul.
In Britain, we traditionally side with David, not Goliath. All our heroes are brave underdogs: Robin Hood, Dick Whittington, Oliver Twist.
Trump is the opposite of that. He’s not even a spoiled rich boy or a greedy fat man—he’s more like a bloated white slug, a privileged Jabba the Hutt.
He breaks all the rules of basic decency associated with the Marquess of Queensberry—he hits below the belt, something a gentleman would never do. He especially likes to strike the vulnerable or voiceless—and kicks them when they are down.
His flaws are hard to miss, and the fact that at least one-third of Americans fail to notice them is shocking to the British.
It is impossible to read any of his tweets or hear him speak even a couple of sentences without peering into an abyss.
In fact, if Frankenstein had decided to create a monster made entirely of human flaws—he would have created Trump.
“A man without a sense of humor is almost crippled to me,” — Pierre Richard.

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