Richard Hoare

@alanwright_aw @superTV247 Ryan Thomas’s career was almost ended on Celebrity Big Brother by false assault claims from Roxanne Pallet. He handled the situation like a gentleman. To get so worked up about people you don’t know, especially about a tv show is extremely sad. Get a hobby.

@superTV247 He couldn’t smile cause he was called out for the prick he actually is,the guy is an arsehole his brothers are the same to be honest,they are actors and will manipulate things for their gain

He couldn’t even smile 😭 #ImACeleb

@mrcarl_woodward Do we know which theatre yet?

Carrie Cracknell’s production of Tom Stoppard’s Arcadia transfers to the West End - runs 9 Jun until 13 Sep x

@mrcarl_woodward She’s my idol. She taught me how to be funny. 💔

thinking of Victoria Wood on the 10th anniversary of her death - she was so funny x

@welshilli @Hoainguyen888

@Hoainguyen888 She does not have the range for this song. Her singing is passable but the depth is missing.

Amanda Holden truly has an amazing voice. I love watching him in Amanda and Alan; his smile always makes me sad, but I didn't expect him to have such a beautiful voice. A great song, well done.🫰🫰🫰

AVENUE Q GIVEAWAY! To celebrate the opening night of Avenue Q we’re giving away the Opening Night Souvenir Programme from the April 16th performance. ​How to Enter: ​FOLLOW our page (if you aren't already—don't be a Trekkie Monster!). Repost the post.

@chrisrea88 @NextBestPicture *their chocolate is

@NextBestPicture Beside the fact of how ridiculous this trailer is ( I assume it’s AI messing with the real trailer) Does America know how bad there Chocolate is compared to the rest of the world!??

I just spent the last 1:57 laughing my ass off

@mrcarl_woodward Legend(s).

go Julie H x

@mrcarl_woodward Hey witches!

you see the strangest things in these corridors

To celebrate the upcoming cinema release of 'All My Sons', I have teamed up with @NTLive to give away a programme signed by Bryan Cranston and Marianne Jean-Baptiste. To enter, like or share this post. For a bonus entry, leave a comment. You must be following me to enter. One winner will be picked at random when the competition closes on Friday, 17th April.

@samueljenkinson She initially refused but the Strictly stylist said “Be a little bit wiser, baby; put it on, put it on!”

Who put Melanie in that fucking top hat.

Right then. Let me explain something very slowly, because it appears some basic logic has gone missing somewhere over the Atlantic. No serious nation in the history of warfare has spent fourteen months insulting its allies, threatening to annex their territory, siding with their common enemy, and then knocked on their door expecting them to come running to rescue a catastrophe of its own making. That is not how alliances work. That is not how anything works. You abused the UK. You threatened Canada. You tried to grab Greenland. You called the EU an adversary. You praised Putin, the one man every serious NATO ally has spent decades preparing to fight. You hosted Kremlin officials in the Capitol. You undermined European elections. You abandoned Ukraine. You imposed tariffs on your closest partners. You did all of this loudly, proudly, and on camera. And now you are surprised that nobody is returning your calls. Here is a question worth sitting with. Why do you think that is? Is it possible, just possible, that when you treat your allies like enemies for over a year while cuddling up to their actual enemy, those allies might update their opinion of you? Is that concept too complicated? Does that require more working memory than is currently available? You did not plan this war with your allies. You did not consult them. You did not build a coalition. You started a conflict, watched it go sideways, and then got on your knees asking for help from people you spent fourteen months calling weak, corrupt and irrelevant. NATO is not what it was. Not because Europe changed. Because Washington made crystal clear which side it is on. And it is not ours. You want European boots on the ground? Start by explaining why America is more aligned with Moscow than with Brussels. Take your time. We will wait. Gandalv / @Microinteracti1

@OfficialTracieB @LeeDeanProducer I saw this after seeing your amazing performance on Celebrity Stars in their Eyes. Incredible. Also glad I’m following you on social media as your posts are always interesting! X

@RealMattLucas @shabbyouma Way better than Susan Boyle.

@shabbyouma No idea but she's got a lovely voice, hasn't she?

good morning

@dfohalloran @RealMattLucas Susan Boyle didn’t win BGT. She came second to Diversify. 😉

@RealMattLucas She went on to win BGT

@ianelacey @MockTheWeek Gary is currently on an extensive tour but hopefully he’ll find time to pop in for an episode.

@MockTheWeek Doubt Frankie Boyle would be invited back but what about Andy Parsons and Gary Delaney for series 2 ?

45 minute warning: Series 1 of Mock the Week on TLC ends with a special at 9pm tonight. Best of, out-takes, new stuff…you know the score. Don’t miss it. Oh and thanks to everyone who has watched over the last 9 weeks and helped make our comeback a success. See you again soon 👍

@mrcarl_woodward Is it Starlight Express?

Andrew Lloyd Webber is on my train

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

@iambri_97 Samantha Barks was actually told she was going to be Eponine in the Les Mis movie by Cameron Mackintosh while she was on stage PLAYING Nancy in an Oliver national tour! I was there!

and Samantha Barks who then went on to be Eponine in the Les Mis film came third, and Rachel Tucker who went on to be Rachel bleeding Tucker came 4th, and Amy Booth-Steel was the first eliminated and is Olivier nominated this year. I’d Do Anything was really That Girl.

@yveestulipa @azblackmore_ Liberty X

@azblackmore_ Who is this group?

one of best 41 seconds in pop music EVER.

@mrcarl_woodward It’ll leave you wanting more.

let’s see what this is all about