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@WilkiWheels Not cheap enough. Prices aren’t too far off a Renault 5

I think my year has peaked already. This thing is so utterly ridiculous, I absolutely love it and I want one!

@LaurenColl50982 @bushontheradio My sentiments exactly!

@bushontheradio Bush I Could Fill An Entire A4 Sheet Of Paper With A List Of Things I Still Do For My 3 Eldest Kids. But I Wouldn’t Have It Any Other Way As I Thoroughly Enjoy Doing It 😊😊😊 Taking Them On Holiday And Concerts Is A Top Fave Of Mine 🤗

What do you still do for your kids despite them being grown up?

@bushontheradio The long and winding road, Beatles

Went to my friend Matt's funeral on Friday. The final walk past the coffin song was Jon Secada - Just Another Day. Inspired. What closing song would you have at your funeral?

@Microinteracti1 A great piece of writing. I’m sat in the UK and I can assure you that when Trump leaves this earth bells will ring out across the world.

Robert Mueller died last night. He was 81 years old. He had a wife who loved him for sixty years. He had two daughters, one of whom he met for the first time in Hawaii, in 1969, on a few hours of military leave, before he got back on the plane and returned to Vietnam. He had grandchildren. He had a faith he practiced quietly, without performance. He had, in the way of men who have seen real things and survived them, a quality that is increasingly rare and increasingly mocked in the country he spent his life serving. He had integrity. And tonight the President of the United States said good! I have been sitting with that word for hours now. Good. One syllable. The thing you say when the coffee is hot or the traffic is moving. The thing a man who has never had to bury anyone, never had to sit in the specific silence of a room where someone is newly absent, reaches for when he wants the world to know he is satisfied. Good. The daughters are crying and the wife is alone in the house and good. I want to speak directly to the Americans reading this. Not the political Americans. Just the human ones. The ones who have lost a father. The ones who know what it is to be in that first hour, when you keep forgetting and then remembering again, when ordinary objects become unbearable, when the world outside the window seems obscene in its indifference. I want to ask you, simply, to hold that feeling for a moment, and then to understand that the man you elected looked at it and typed a single word. Good. This is not a country having a bad day. I need you to understand that. Countries have bad days. Elections go wrong. Leaders disappoint. Institutions bend. But there is a different thing, a rarer and more terrible thing, that happens when the moral center of a place simply gives way. Not dramatically. Not with a single catastrophic event. But quietly, in increments, until one evening a president celebrates the death of an old man whose family is still warm with grief, and enough people find it acceptable that it becomes the weather. Just the weather. That is what is happening. That is what has happened. The world knows. From Tokyo to Oslo, from London to Buenos Aires, people are not angry at America tonight. Anger would mean there was still something to fight for, some remaining faith to be betrayed. What I see, in the reactions from everywhere that is not here, is something older and sadder than anger. It is the look people get when they have waited a long time for someone they love to find their way back, and have finally understood that they are not coming. America is being grieved. Past tense, almost. The idea of it. The thing it represented to people who had nothing else to believe in, who came here with everything they owned in a single bag because they had heard, somehow, across an ocean, that this was the place where decency was written into the walls. That idea is not resting. It is not suspended. It is being buried, in real time, with 7,450 likes before dinner. And the church said nothing. Seventy million people have decided that this man, this specific man who has cheated everyone he has ever made a promise to, who has mocked the disabled and the dead and the grieving, who celebrated tonight while a family wept, is an instrument of God. The pastors who made that bargain did not just trade away their credibility. They traded away the thing that made them worth listening to in the first place. The cross they carry now is a costume. The faith they preach is a loyalty oath with scripture attached. When the history of American Christianity is written, this will be the chapter they skip at seminary. Now I want to talk about the men who stand next to him. Because this is the part that actually breaks my heart. JD Vance is not a bad man. I have to say that, because it is true, and because the truth matters even now, especially now. Marco Rubio is not a bad man. Lindsey Graham is not a bad man. They are idiots, but not bad, as in BAD! These are men with mothers who raised them and children who love them and friends who remember who they were before all of this. They are not monsters. Monsters are simple. Monsters do not cost you anything emotionally because there is nothing in them to mourn. These men are something more painful than monsters. They are men who knew better, and know better still, and will get up tomorrow and do it again. Every small compromise they made had a reason. Every moment they looked the other way had a justification that sounded, at the time, almost reasonable. And now they have arrived here, at a place where a president celebrates the death of an old man and they will find a way, on television, to say nothing that means anything, and they will go home to houses where children who carry their name are waiting, and they will say goodnight, and they will say nothing. Their oldest friends are watching. The ones who knew Rubio when he still believed in something. Who knew Graham when he said, out loud, on the record, that this exact man would destroy the Republican Party and deserve it. Who sat next to Vance and thought here is someone worth knowing. Those friends are not angry tonight. They moved through anger a long time ago. What they feel now is the quiet, irrecoverable sadness of watching someone disappear while still being present. Of watching a person they loved choose, again and again, to become less. That is what cowardice costs. Not the coward. The people who loved him. And in the comments tonight, the followers celebrate. People who ten years ago brought casseroles to grieving neighbours. Who stood in the rain at gravesides and meant the words they said. Who told their children that we do not speak ill of the dead because the dead were someone's beloved. Those people are tonight typing gleeful things about a man whose daughters are not yet done crying. And they feel clean doing it. Righteous. Because somewhere along the way the thing they were given in exchange for their decency was the feeling of belonging to something, and that feeling is very hard to give up even when you can no longer remember what you gave for it. When Trump is gone, they will still be here. Standing in the silence where the noise used to be. Without the permission the crowd gave them. Without the pastor who told them their cruelty was holy. They will be alone with what they said and what they cheered and what they chose to become, and there will be no one left to tell them it was righteous. That morning is coming. Robert Mueller flew across the Pacific on military leave to hold his newborn daughter for a few hours before returning to the war. He came home. He buried his dead with honour. He served presidents of both parties because he understood that the institution was larger than any one man. He told his grandchildren that a lie is the worst thing a person can do, that a reputation once lost cannot be recovered, and he lived that, every day, in the quiet and unglamorous way of people who actually believe what they say. He was the kind of American the world used to point to when it needed to believe the story was true. He died last night. His wife is alone in their house in Georgetown. His daughters are learning what the world is without him in it. And somewhere in the particular hush that falls over a family in the first hours of loss, the most powerful man and the biggest loser on earth sent a message to say he was glad. The world that loved what America was supposed to be is grieving tonight. Not for Robert Mueller only. For the country that produced him and then became this. For the distance between what was promised and what was delivered. For the suspicion, growing quieter and more certain with each passing month, that the America people believed in was always partly a story, and the story is over now, and there is nothing yet to replace it. That is all it needed to be. A man died. His family is broken open with grief. That is all it needed to be. Instead the President said good. And the country that once stood for something looked away 🇺🇸 Gandalv / @Microinteracti1

📽️ From Donald Trump to Britain's wind power trade body, there's a growing coalition calling for more drilling in the North Sea. Raising the question: if we DID encourage more exploration, how much oil & gas could we actually get? Our MEGA primer on the North Sea👇 Ps it's longer than usual, but it turns out this topic has SO MANY misconceptions. Time to put some of them right. Let me know what you think

@JohnDCaudwell @renault_uk If only they could have made the ‘chrome’ trim around the centre console more durable. It’s all falling off in my daughters car like yours. Otherwise a durable, economical, reliable car

"Why does a billionaire drive a 12-year-old @renault_uk Clio?" I hear some of you asking. 🚘 In business and in life, I admire *anything* that's best in class. So what's best in class about the Clio? I can only speak for myself, but I find it extremely satisfying. Here's why.

@Exactly1louder1 Finally got to see this performed live in Cambridge a couple of years ago having had a 12” vinyl since college (1990). One for the live music bucket list!

The Wedding Present - Kennedy

@queenofaerobics The swing from anxiety to adrenaline rush after those meetings is pretty big. In time the anxiety before gets lower and the rush after too. At that point you’ll probably be CEO

How it feels to come out of a meeting that you've been dreading for days, that wasn't actually that bad, in which you gave valid and insightful input, and now you can go and make a brew and have a hot cross bun to celebrate.

@TomBlackmore90 Grey wheels. If I’m flicking through autotrader im instantly put off by black wheels

The buyer of the Discovery didn’t like the gloss black wheels, so they’ve been done in the other factory finish of grey/diamond cut. Which do you prefer?

@FACT290 Thanks for sharing. Very tight band

Ceremony was released 45 years ago today, this cover version is very good.

@TheArtoftheSou1 @peterhook @neworder @MANCHESTERMUS10 I’d pay to watch this played live

New Order. Ceremony. Can’t believe New Order wrote this timeless classic using only TWO CHORDS! Genius ♥️ #neworder #joydivision #ceremony #piano #pianocover @peterhook @neworder @MANCHESTERMUS10

@DudespostingWs I do this all the time. Especially in airport car parks when I’m trying to relocate my car

Jeremy Clarkson shows that his key fob stops working past ~40 yards. But when he presses it against his head, the car locks from even farther away...

@premierleague @ManCity Well done referee for playing advantage

Pep LOVED @ManCity's second goal against Fulham 💙

@GordonFielden It’s a policy imported directly from Corporate America.

Nigel Farage’s call for businesses to force employees back into the office shows how far his thinking is removed from the way modern working has evolved. Many companies have adapted successfully to flexible and remote working. They are reducing overheads, cutting property costs and avoiding significant expenses such as business rates, utilities and office maintenance. At the same time, staff are delivering, supported by technology that allows instant communication and collaboration from anywhere. For many businesses, productivity has been maintained or improved, while employees benefit from a better quality of life and a healthier work life balance. The workplace has changed because the world has changed. Technology, efficiency and expectations have moved forward. The real issue is not where people sit, but whether they deliver. On that measure, many remote workers are proving their value every day. This is not an agenda that businesses or employees are calling for. It is an attempt to impose yesterday’s working culture on today’s economy. The future of work has already moved on. Nigel Farage has not. #NeverVoteReform

@Nigel_Farage In my role I work all day with people based in every country of Europe. In which office should I be to increase my productivity? The UK one where none of direct colleagues are based?

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. People are not more productive working from home. It’s all a load of nonsense.

@AaronBastani Nailed it!

The facts, put plainly, sound utterly monstrous - and a genuine low for British politics. It’s over.

@SecretService Do the world a favour and have a day off.

Wherever the President goes, we are with him. Continuous protection, always.

@StandUpForTrmp Cock

DESCRIBE PRESIDENT TRUMP USING ONLY ONE WORD…

@XMartinsMusicX They are good value live. Seen them half a dozen times in the last couple of years.

Shed Seven - Getting Better (TFI Friday 1996) ▶️

@WilJay_1 I’ve owned three of the brands. Audi, uncomfortable; Porsche unreliable. BMW tick all my boxes.

Honest take on the German trio.. Mercedes Benz sells luxury and image you pay extra for comfort and the ambient lightings. Audi sells tech and interiors, lots of screens, less soul. Porsche sells motorsport heritage, incredible, but heavily priced. BMW is the only one that consistently prices performance like it actually wants you to drive it. For the same money, BMW gives more power, better balance, rear biased handling, and now proven reliability.. What’s your take?