Hackney Downs Park 🌲🌳🌻🌼

Nightingale Estate, daffodils at night 🌙 From an resident involved action day event led by Ben Dwyer at @groundworkuk about three years ago. Lovely look for a bit of effort and little cost.

Littering is primarily about a total and utter lack of personal responsibility. But shamefully, excuse-ridden Councils have given up on trying to combat the problem. ⁦@localgoveditors⁩

Just seen. Meeting is tomorrow (Thursday 12th). Open to all #hackneydowns ward residents. Please RT. @alastairis @Semakaleng @dezairedale @HackneyDownsLab @hackneygreens @ClaptonAlice @greenerhackney @N16Rectory

Please RT for a #volunteering opportunity at the park this Wednesday. Please RT.

Our tree nursery is open this Saturday and every last Saturday of the month. Come join us to prune, pot, mulch and all things tree care related. No experience necessary. Spend a few hours being outside surrounded by trees, bees, bugs, butterflies and all. youtu.be/OnVIfalOJcs

Some photos from yesterday's @TM_Hackney #tree maintenance efforts. More events coming up, will advertise via our FB page. All events open to all and #volunteers are always welcomed 🌳

Reports on Facebook of phone thefts on buses in Stoke Newington continue.

Don't miss out this Saturday (21st) of the efforts of the @TM_Hackney for #tree maintenance and mulching. Open to all, any age or skill set. Please RT.

Our Litter Action Plan is released today.

We love #plantingtrees and we love looking after our trees. On Sunday 22nd Feb we'll be in Millfields park mulching away to ensure our trees prosper. Come join us and spend a couple of hours in the fresh air with good company bit.ly/treemusketeers… #mulch #treecare #community

Very sadly, just a normalised sight now in Britain. Please help us fight the epidemic of litter and fly-tipping blighting our country. cleanupbritain.org

MAJOR CAMPAIGN LAUNCHED To change the behaviour of fly-tippers, they must feel the fear of being caught and prosecuted. That means catching them in the act. We're going to do that and force Councils to prosecute. Please share this post far and wide! crowdfunder.co.uk/p/enforcement-…

@BuzzingPop QT probably saw her in sandals and that was it.

Jennifer Lawrence believes online backlash may have cost her the role of Sharon Tate in ‘Once Upon a Time...in Hollywood’: “[Quentin Tarantino] did [want me for the role], and then everyone was like, ‘She’s not pretty enough to play Sharon Tate.’ And then he [didn’t cast me]. I’m pretty sure it is true. Or it’s that thing where I’ve been telling the story this way for so long that I believe it. No, but I’m pretty sure that happened. Or he just was never considering me for the part, and the internet just like went out of their way to call me ‘ugly.’”

With colder weather on the way this weekend, SWEP has been activated so people sleeping rough can get access to emergency accommodation. If you see someone sleeping rough outside, you can help by letting @StreetLink_ know 👇 🔗 orlo.uk/Lzdtp

The Winter Wassail tradition continues. Starts in park from 12. Further details needed? Use email posted below.

@GabbbarSingh Think it always flummoxed people how it got so many seasons commissioned.

Netflix is taking down Big Bang Theory. It always flummoxed Indians how in Big Bang theory a group of people who went to the best colleges in the world, with the best degrees are shown as semi-losers, living in a building with a broken lift, paying the same rent as a waitress next door.

@bryan_johnson If somehow Guillermo del Toro thinks there's a sequel to Frankestein, you should try for one of the roles.

It’s been 19 days and 20 hrs since I last felt Kate’s warm embrace. She landed 47 minutes ago. The 24 hours of travel no doubt has her rushing to shower. She needs to cleanse herself of a dirtied world incompatible with her sensibilities. The wash doubles as a ritual, preparatory for entrance into the symbolic world we’ve constructed. The time apart has been costly.  My body’s electrical signaling betrays the separation. Without her touch, my vagus nerve’s 100,000 myelinated fibers have dropped their high frequency spectral power, squawking distress. An intelligent system broadcasting diminished wave forms, hoping to be heard.  There are other signals of distress. My white blood cells have shifted their gene expression, upregulating pro-inflammatory genes IL-6 and TNF-alpha and downregulating my antiviral genes.  A pro-aging biochemical signature of a system suffering hardship. My environment is a pristine anti-aging laboratory. Air, water, food and light are meticulously measured. Toxins are filtered. Purification systems run autonomously. Biomarkers tracked. Nutrition is calibrated. Yet outside my control is the affection of another. The 68 trillion cells that constitute Bryan Johnson run non-negotiable code. They demand tenderness, and not of a whimsical type, but deep, all-encompassing love that must be earned and carefully maintained. Otherwise they protest in self-termination. She’s now only 13 miles away and I can viscerally feel her essence. The transmission pulses in high fidelity. As if there were a fiber optic cable streaming our connection at light speed through the multiplexed cylinders of glass. The time apart created latency, buffering the connection, depriving us of the luminescence and dimming into noise. In 15 minutes she will be within reach. I can visualize the whites of her eyes and smell her aroma. When she arrives, she will be shy. Whenever we are apart, she returns to zero. Her previous openness will be closed. Her emotional dynamic range will be held in reserve until she feels she is safe and can trust.  I’ll need to kindle her again. The rush of the courtship enthralls me. The anticipation drives a small cluster of my midbrain neurons to flood dopamine. Nerve fibers activate, lighting up my skin’s receptors as it awaits for slow, caressing touch. My hypothalamus begins synthesizing oxytocin, preparing to dump it upon first eye contact to ensure the reestablishment of our pair bond. This biochemical orchestra fills me with delight and sensorial want. Kate’s been mulling over what she’ll wear for days.  She’s considered dozens of possibilities and modeled out my anticipated emotional state, the weather, and our planned activities. The colors will be representative of her psychological state and be positioned to soothe mine. The texture, style, and hues will interplay with our biology. The deliberately chosen accessories will add flair, intrigue and play. This is how she flirts, seduces and bypasses my mind to speak directly to my physiology. She has other tricks too. She’s arrived. I must wait for her. Her timidness will want to determine the cadence. I hear the door crack open and her bag drop to the floor. She’s nervous. I’m on the couch, neutral and open. She rounds the corner and our eyes meet. The inhibitions wither as the magnetism draws us together. Soft hellos are whispered and our bodies interdigitate. I feel her finger tips on the back of my neck. Goose bumps light up my body. Skin nerve cells fire signals directly to my brain, bypassing the analytical mind. The hypothalamus dumps the oxytocin, inhibiting fear and lowering cortisol. The body washes itself in this anti-inflammatory chain reaction.  Our respiration and heart beats are now synchronizing. The brain piles on with a release of endorphins to soothe the psychological pain of our separation. New powers are now in control. Let them run in glory. I press my cheek against hers. The skin on skin triggers a wave of desire. I brush her lips with mine, catalyzing a massive activation of neurons in her brain, overwhelming thought and forcing presence. She relents and wants to dance. She’s home. I slip my hand under her shirt and brush the small of her back. Goosebumps spread like a wildfire across her body. Her hypothalamus stimulates the release of GnRH which tells the pituitary gland to wake up her reproductive system. Our olfactory systems consume each other with delight, signaling immune system compatibility. I move both my hands to her jawline, holding her head firmly in place. Our mirror neurons speak to each other. I know what she wants. My lips press against hers and I softly bite her lower lip. Kate’s blood vessels dilate from the acetylcholine and nitric oxide release, flushing her lips, skin and body. The cascade is nearing waterfall. The executive control of our brains surrenders. No longer concerned with the 68 trillion cells. The prefrontal cortex goes dark. Eliminating future planning and probabilistic modeling. Activity in our parietal lobes diminishes, dissolving the boundary that distinguishes between self and other. No longer is there Kate and Bryan, just a singular biological entity suspended in a state of bliss. The outside world goes quiet. It doesn’t exist. We dissolve into raw existence.

Next Safer Neighbourhoods Team meeting will be held at Landfelds Community Hall on Thursday, 8th January from 6.30pm to 8pm. FYI: met.police.uk/area/your-area… Open to all #HackneyDowns ward residents. @HackneyDownsLab @hackneycouncil @hackneydownsltn @HackneyPolice @hackneygreens

Have you seen our new Documentary by the Good Side? The @hackneycitizen have published an article about it! They came along to our Tree planting on Hackney Downs and it was great to show them what the Tree Musketeers do hackneycitizen.co.uk/2025/12/09/fil… Thank you to @ParkHackney

Passionate about your community? Want to see an end to hate crime? Join our network of Community Champions to support witnesses & victims of hate crime Email noplaceforhate@hackney.gov.uk & join our first meeting at Town Hall on Thurs 11 December, 18:30 orlo.uk/RmfgU