Humphrey and Sybil

@SuellaBraverman He is and so is the mainstream media

Why didn’t you support the banning of the hate marches years ago? Why have you done absolutely nothing to tackle out of control antisemitism on the streets of London? You’re part of the problem.

@Alexarmstrong This government is led by a wet wipe , they are incapable of standing up for anything decent

Just a couple of days ago we were alerted that the Iranian embassy had sent a request for “martyrs”. The government didn’t act, they summoned the ambassador. Today Iranian islamist terrorist group Harakat Ashab al-Yamin al-Islamia (HAYI), has claimed responsibility for the stabbing attack in North London. Still this Labour government has NOT proscribed the IRGC as a terrorist organisation.

@TalkTV @JuliaHB1 Thank you @JuliaHB1 if only there were more brave journalists like you 🙏

"Don't you BLOODY dare claim to be shocked or upset or care about Jewish people being stabbed on the streets of our capital city in broad daylight! "This is on YOU!" After another anti-Semitic attack in London, @JuliaHB1 hits out at Sadiq Khan for allowing hate marches.

@bets8181 @ShabanaMahmood @TheBritishScene That’s just too sensible for them to possibly do

@ShabanaMahmood @TheBritishScene Why don't you and Starmer start calling out where the threat to the Jewish community is coming from?

My thoughts are with the victims of the abhorrent attack in Golders Green this morning, and the Jewish community. I'm grateful for the work of the community and the police in apprehending the suspect, and to the emergency services for their quick response. The suspect is now in custody and I’m being kept updated on the situation.

@ShabanaMahmood What are you actually going to do though? Thoughts and prayers? Words are cheap.

@PatrickChristys WHEN WILL THIS STOP ? No more rubbish from politicians giving thoughts and prayers.

🚨 BREAKING - Reports of two Jewish people stabbed in Golders Green. A witness told me a knifeman was ‘chasing Jews’. He’s been arrested.

Florida being Florida

2hours 57 minutes my best ever for the London Marathon then I switched over and watched something else

@PolitlcsUK Flying 🐖 just going over

🚨 NEW: No 10 says Keir Starmer will be Prime Minister for years to come “The Prime Minister will continue to lead the Government throughout this Parliament and beyond”

@thisisanfield Acceptable if you’re the manager of Everton

Arne Slot says Liverpool's "recent league form is acceptable.” The Reds have won 2 of their last 5 league games. Agree or disagree with the boss?

As the weather is getting hotter, make sure to ask your Evri delivery driver if he'd like a bottle of cold water. When he says yes, dropkick it over a fence into your neighbour's rose bush and tell him you've left it in a designated safe space.

@Carl_M79 Watching Everton fans and players drop to the floor, heads in hands as it happens again has been the thing I’ve enjoyed the most this year!!!! No greater joy

If you profess to support Liverpool but can't enjoy beating Everton with a last minute winner because you've got some pathetic agenda against the manager, then you're doing it all so very wrong. Miserable fucks.

In January 1998, for approximately one week, the British public stopped whatever it was doing and gave its full attention to the fate of two pigs. This actually happened. Newspapers cleared their front pages. Television news led with daily updates. Office workers asked colleagues whether there'd been any sightings. Pubs debated strategy. Children wrote letters. And somewhere in a damp thicket in Wiltshire, two young Tamworth pigs, blissfully unaware that they had just become the most followed fugitives in the English-speaking world, were curled up in a mud wallow they had built to their own specifications, having the time of their lives. They stole the nation's heart in a week. This is how it happened. On the morning of 8 January 1998, a man named Arnoldo Dijulio loaded two five-month-old Tamworth pigs into a lorry bound for V & G Newman's abattoir in Malmesbury, Wiltshire. They were a sister and a brother. Ginger-coloured, leggy, bright-eyed, of the oldest native pig breed in Britain. Worth approximately £40 each. Nobody had told them any of this. The lorry arrived. The ramp went down. The pigs came out. And then, in a moment that would shortly consume the attention of three continents, the pair of them took one look at where they were, assessed the fence, and left. They squeezed under it. They crossed a field. They came to the River Avon, a river most pigs, if asked, would probably decline on principle. They swam it. On the far bank they shook themselves off, had a brief consultation, and disappeared into a dense thicket near Tetbury Hill, where they proceeded to do what every Tamworth has done since the Domesday Book. Root. Forage. Sleep under brambles. Ignore humans entirely. Within 48 hours, the story had escaped the thicket more comprehensively than the pigs had. ITN sent a crew. NBC sent a crew. Japanese television dispatched a helicopter. The Daily Mail installed a reporter in Malmesbury essentially full-time. Every national paper carried daily updates on the Tamworth Two, named after Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, which is what happens when a nation is trying to work out how to describe two pigs who had outwitted an entire abattoir staff. A woman thought she saw them in her rhubarb. A man was certain they'd crossed his lawn at dawn. A postman swore he'd made eye contact with one of them near a bus stop. In the thicket, Butch and Sundance were doing none of these things. They were asleep in the mud wallow, occasionally emerging to eat something, before returning to the wallow. On day four, the owner was interviewed on national television and stated, somewhat tactlessly, that if recaptured the pigs would still be going to slaughter. The nation, briefly, lost its composure. The Daily Mail, sensing a story of the sort that does not come around twice in a career, stepped in and bought both pigs from their owner in exchange for exclusive rights. The bidding, it was reported, had reached £15,000 by the time he cracked. The pigs were now, legally and commercially, Daily Mail property. This was probably the only time in recorded history that being purchased by the Daily Mail constituted a happy ending. Butch was captured on 15 January, foraging in the garden of a local couple who had popped out to the shed and found a pig in their flowerbed. Sundance, sister now gone, made a break for the thicket again. He held out one more day. He was flushed from cover by two springer spaniels and darted by the RSPCA. The first dart bounced off. This was worth remarking on at the time. Veterinary examination later revealed that Sundance was in fact half wild boar, which explained both the thick skin and the week-long refusal to co-operate with any human institution. He was eventually subdued. He was not pleased about it. The pair were transferred to the Rare Breeds Centre near Ashford in Kent, with the Daily Mail covering their upkeep. A generous enclosure. A large wallow. A woodland run that Sundance, in particular, approved of. And there they lived. Butch was the boss. Her keeper described her as a grump who could move fast when she felt like it and had strong opinions about who was allowed near her breakfast. Sundance, free at last of any agenda, became extraordinarily mellow. He spent his days wallowing. He lay in the sun. He greeted visitors with a sort of detached amiability that suggested he had thought about life and found it, on balance, acceptable. They lived together for twelve more years. Butch died in October 2010, aged 13. Sundance was quieter after she went. He had been in her company since the day he was born. He carried on for seven more months, pottering along, and was put down in May 2011 after his arthritis worsened beyond comfort. They were buried in a quiet corner of the Rare Breeds Centre. Two young pigs, on a cold January morning in Wiltshire, decided they were not going to do the thing everybody had planned for them to do. They squeezed under a fence. They swam a river. They held out long enough that the entire country stopped what it was doing and paid attention. And when it was all over, they went on to live twelve more years in a Kentish paddock, visited by the occasional tourist, neither of them with any idea that they had briefly been the most famous fugitives on the planet. They would not have cared if you'd told them. They cared about the wallow. They cared about each other. That was enough.

@darrengrimes Close it

What would you do if you opened your front door to this?

@piersmorgan I felt very sad for him, a thoroughly decent good man caught up in this car crash of a government.

Sir Olly Robbins came over as calm, intelligent, thoughtful, principled, thorough, decent and honest. And a lot more impressive than any of our current Govt. Can we get rid of Starmer and make him Prime Minister?

@KingBobIIV Please could you be the next PM?

Starmer now only has 2 options: 1. Do a Philip Scofield and come out as gay. 2. Do a Gary Lineker and come out as black.

@LfcSince @stehoare Oh please yes

@stehoare I’m waiting for pickford to throw the ball in his own net.

At some point, we’ll have to run out of absolutely hilarious ways to beat Everton, it simply can’t carry on like this forever, right?

@bmpapy Well at least you’re not disappointed

@bertiesausage It's called "until Liverpool score" for a reason.

Whoever counts additional time when Liverpool is not leading a Premier league game is a special human being. Should be investigated. #EVELIV

@AnfieldEdition He’s forgotten who he manages …

Slot: “If we don’t [qualify for the Champions League], it’s definitely poor. It’s up to others to decide what they think about all the other things, if you go out against Man City and Paris Saint Germain, who are, in my opinion, from open play the best two teams in the world."