Sally #bekind #AUTISMmum n #socialist 😍

Women: "Imagine if men disappeared for just one week... we could go for a walk alone at night, dress how we want, and finally feel free." Men: "But who would protect you?" Women: "Protect us... from who, exactly?"

Well this one’s a right piece of work. 🤦‍♀️

‘Til the day I die, I will never understand how this wasn’t the end of it, right from the very beginning.

When Mountbatten-Windsor has had to bid for a council flat in Tower Hamlets let us know.

Did the thing again where I ordered an item of clothing on the internet, and while the clothing is *fine*, it turns out that what I really wanted to order was the body of the model wearing it

If this is not happily ever after, then I don’t know what is.

Last night scum stole the statue of my Grandfather Teddy Baldock Britain's youngest ever World Boxing Champion. The statue was unveiled outside the Langdon Park DLR Station in Poplar, East London. Years of work and a stunning work of art by the sculptor, the late Carl Payne will be sold for scrap and melted down. Please retweet in case we can recover it.

Jacob Elordi waited for Margot Robbie to help her carry her dress during their entrance at the theater where the “Wuthering Heights” premiere is being held in Paris.

458 British servicemen & women killed in Afghanistan were not “a little off the front line.” They paid the highest price on it. Whatever your politics, this contempt for their sacrifice is a red line and should unite us all. 🇬🇧

A Gen Z joined the team. Week one. During onboarding, the manager said, “We sometimes stay late during peak periods.” Gen Z nodded. Then asked, “Is that paid… or just expected?” The room went quiet. - No attitude. - No rebellion. - Just a question. Later that day, HR mentioned “growth opportunities.” Gen Z replied, “Does growth include raises, or just more responsibility?” Again, silence. - No laziness. - No entitlement. - Just clarity. That’s when the team realized something. When people say “Gen Z is lazy,” what they really mean is: Gen Z watched old generation - skip meals, - miss birthdays, - work weekends, - and burn out only to be told “budgets are tight” and “be grateful you have a job.” So Gen Z chose differently. - They don’t romanticize overwork. - They don’t confuse suffering with ambition. - They don’t trade health for praise. They still work hard. They just refuse to work for nothing. It’s not laziness. It’s pattern recognition. And honestly, after everything old generation went through… Can you really blame them?

Gary Lineker, "I actually think that 80-90% of the country just want to get on with their lives, be friendly with their neighbours" "They don't look at people of different religions, skin colours, beliefs, traits, and think badly of them" "I think we're divided deliberately to distract" Concur on all accounts - most people just want to live and get on with life, if only our politicians created a stable and ambitious enough approach to life so we could do that, without having to call out their repeated and monumental short-failings

It would be a Christmas miracle if we could reunite this teddy with their owner! 🎅 If you were on an Edinburgh service today and your little one has lost their favourite cuddly toy, please send us a message. 😊

LOL. GB News issued a live apology to Meghan’s mom, Doria Ragland, but later deleted the entire show from YouTube to suppress the embarrassment. Share the full clip widely, people. #HarryAndMeghan @I_amMukhtar Carole Malone was threatened with a lawsuit unless she apologised.😂

@John_Buttrick Oh my goodness my heart goes out to you xxx ❤️

Tomorrow marks the day when my 13 year old son Tim collapsed & died of a heart attack while dancing at his school’s Christmas Disco. Grief like that never disappears, it becomes part of you. His loss has taught me that every day is a gift My friends live life to the full 😊❤️

Mr. Jenkins is 82 and has rented my downstairs unit for 15 years. He’s a WWII vet, never late on a payment, and treats the garden like it's his own. Rents in our city have skyrocketed, and property taxes went up, so technically I should be raising his rent to match the market. But last week, he mentioned he’s skipping his heart medication to save money for groceries. I made a decision right then. I drew up a new lease: his rent is frozen at the 2010 rate for the rest of his life. I’m not going to be the reason an 82-year-old man has to choose between a roof and a heartbeat. Some assets are more valuable than cash flow.

Just remember. It’s not shit everywhere all the time. 🖖

@Patrici89225734 @rebeccabutlerm2 @KemiBadenoch Well bloody said x

@rebeccabutlerm2 @KemiBadenoch I live in a village in the North of England I am a Remain voter worked all my life never claimed a thing and would like our poorest children to have enough to eat. EVERYONE I KNOW thought @KemiBadenoch was personally abusive, arrogant and rude! Oh and Brexit caused the poverty!

I live in provincial England. We are Brexit voting, small business owners. Builders, hairdressers: basically the cash cow that this govt wants to squeeze. EVERYONE I KNOW thought @KemiBadenoch was brilliant.

🏆🏆Brilliant take down … from the real Miss Piggy Dearest Donald, It is moi, Miss Piggy, and I am writing because you have committed a sin so grotesque, so tasteless, so fundamentally idiotic that even the Muppet chickens gasped. You called a reporter—an intelligent, courageous, unflinching professional—“piggy.” Let’s pause, darling. Let’s breathe. Let’s let the stupidity of that choice settle into the air like the unmistakable scent of a bargain-bin cologne worn by a man who thinks intimidation is a personality. You were asked about the Epstein files. A serious question. A necessary question. A question every decent human with a pulse should want answered. And instead of behaving like anything resembling an adult, you snapped. You barked. You lashed out like a startled sewer rat cornered under a bridge with too much hairspray and not enough self-control. You didn’t insult her. You exposed yourself. She stood there in the truth. You stood there in panic. She held the line. You lost your mind. And then—mon dieu—you invoked moi. You said “piggy.” At a woman who was doing her job with more professionalism in one sentence than you have shown in your entire, overcooked, chaotic lifetime. There is ONE Piggy. ONE. And she does not answer to you. I built that name with talent, beauty, star power, and a legendary karate chop feared by icons and monsters alike. You? You hurl it as an insult because a woman dared to speak to you without bowing first. How fragile you must be to crumble under the weight of a question delivered by someone infinitely stronger than you have ever been. That reporter showed courage. She showed integrity. She showed the world what a real professional looks like. Meanwhile, you flailed like a collapsing parade float struggling to stay inflated. You weren’t “fighting back.” You weren’t “being tough.” You were simply terrified. Terrified of a woman, a microphone, and the truth you keep trying to stuff into a closet full of your old scandals. Calling her “piggy” didn’t diminish her. It diminished you. It made you look cheap. It made you look weak. It made you look like a coward thrashing in quicksand of your own making. And let’s be clear: A man who calls a woman “piggy” because he cannot withstand a factual question is not strong. He is not clever. He is not bold. He is a big, loud, pathetic problem. A problem the size of a collapsing casino. A problem wrapped in insecurity, hairspray, and whatever the hell those suits are made of—polyester? denial? both? So here is your final lesson from moi: The reporter you tried to belittle stands taller today than you ever have. She asked for truth. You served up fear. She did her job. You embarrassed yourself. She kept her dignity. You lost yours somewhere between the plane door and your next tantrum. My name is not your shield. My title is not your insult. You are not worthy to utter the word “Piggy” unless you are referring to your own reflection. Consider this your warning, your education, and your verbal karate chop to the soul: Do not use my name to attack a woman who is braver than you. Do not weaponize my legacy to mask your cowardice. And do not mistake your insecurity for strength. You wanted to shame her. Instead, you shamed yourself. Furiously, fabulously, and forever out of your league, Miss. Piggy