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@London_W4 Thanks for letting us know he was Indian, I wouldn't have understood the interaction without this information.

I’ve been all over central London today in my quest to buy and sort things ready for my next project. It’s tiring and thirsty work, so I’ve popped in here. I do like a nice stained glass window. I tell you what I don’t like though: a young Indian bloke in hours twenties, in a big group a few tables along from me, walked up to my table and took the chair to sit on. No please. No thank you. No may I. He then came back with it five minutes later and took the other chair from my table. I was too shocked at his complete lack of basic decency and manners to say anything. I was actually impressed with myself at my self restraint. I knew if I started on him though, it wouldn’t be ideal and would have to leave. So I’m sat admiring the stained glass windows.

@antisthenic @memeticsisyphus How would you feel if you didn't eat breakfast today?

It would have been possible for Abraham Lincoln to send a Samurai a fax.

@KMGEsp @NiecyOKeeffe Did your mother drag her tits through cow piss and shite, and fill a tank with her pumped milk stored in a barn full of rats and filth?

@NiecyOKeeffe What about breast feeding? That's raw milk too.

Louis Pasteur: Why the fuck did I even bother? Should’ve just let you all shit yourselves to death. All the best, now.

@Trunkit_ @margebertha

@margebertha If you flip it over it says ‘MS’ or ‘Maggie Simpson’

@swifts_uk What bird is this in my garden? It has colouring a bit like a magpie but it looks different than other magpies. It didn't move at all when I almost stood on it or when I was filming after I found it.

Retweet ❗️ This is a Swift. sometimes they can end up on the ground. This is where they need YOUR help! Swifts arrive back to the UK from April/May to nest. 🪺 (A THREAD)

@theiaincameron What is the alternative? I can't think of any other way to pronounce either of those words than cut, foot, put, hut, soot, shut, etc.

England north of the Trent showing a liking for this one, as does north east Wales. Scotland and the rest of England and Wales: NO THANKS. 8/n

Here is a definitive thread on the regional differences of pronunciations and phrases in the UK. First up, it's the ice lolly. Or, if you live on Merseyside and north Wales, a 'lolly ice'. 1/n

@BarbsMcCarthy @CupittMatthew A whole paragraph to not answer a direct question, it seems you aren't as fluent in conversational English as you might think.

@CupittMatthew I'm half Irish half German and spend most of my time here, but am also very German.. and speak both as a native speaker.. which also gives me an insight into the amount of woke BS Germany has had to endure- they're ten years ahead of us and I'm constantly trying to warn people..

@nick_kapur 1911?

Quick, guess which year this painting was painted? (answer in the reply)

@Variety @WrestlerHauser

Hayden Panettiere was told to get in bed with a naked famous actor when she was 18 years old: "I was shocked" and "I hid wherever I could..." "Somebody that I had grown to trust and see as a protector and somebody who had my back… She physically put me in the bed next to this undressed man who was very famous and this was just an average day for him and this is something that happens all the time... I waited for her to leave and that lion in me, that fire in me. My hair stood on end and I became ferocious. I was like, ‘This is not happening.’ But I had nowhere to hide. I bolted. I hid wherever I could think to hide on a boat. There was no jumping off and swimming away. and I realized that there was nobody who was going to be empathetic to my situation, that this was nothing new to them.” (via “On Purpose With Jay Shetty”) variety.com/2026/tv/news/h…

@diane_abele @OdohertyI64991 @TheMandyGall No they aren't. Halal slaughter in Ireland is no different from regular slaughter, all animals are stunned the same, only difference is a prayer is said. Kosher is a barbaric slaughter where stunning is not involved.

@OdohertyI64991 @TheMandyGall Kosher and Halal are the Same

Halal meat has no place in the West. It's needlessly cruel and barbaric.

@OdohertyI64991 @oreganke @BallyshonogNz I think you misread the question. He said Ireland.

@oreganke @BallyshonogNz The difference is whether it's stunned or not. bva.co.uk/take-action/ou…

@sakasleftkidney @Bricky67_ @grok It's in every fucking picture in the post.

@Bricky67_ @grok what website is this

My mates sent a lookalike website into our group chat i’m fucking crying at some of these 😭😭😭😭

Los Angeles, 1946. Maureen O'Hara stood before an immigration clerk, holding papers that would make her an American citizen. She’d passed every requirement. The exam was finished. The process complete. All that remained was a signature. Then she looked down at the documents spread across the desk. Everywhere she had written “Irish” had been crossed out. Her nationality. Her heritage. Her identity. Gone. In another hand, one chilling word had been inserted instead: “English.” Again and again. Irish erased. English inserted. The woman who fought pirates onscreen and stood shoulder-to-shoulder with John Wayne felt something fierce rise inside her chest. “I’m terribly sorry,” she said, her Dublin accent cutting through the cold air of the Los Angeles immigration court, “but I can’t forswear an allegiance I don’t have. I have no allegiance to England at all—I’m Irish.” The clerk stared back, confused and irritated. This wasn’t how these meetings were supposed to go. Maureen FitzSimons had been born in Ranelagh, Dublin, on August 17, 1920. She came to America as a teenager after Charles Laughton spotted something extraordinary in her screen test. He persuaded her to shorten her surname, offering O’Hara or O’Mara. She chose O’Hara. But she never chose to stop being Irish. By 1946, Hollywood knew her as the fiery Queen of Technicolor. A woman who performed her own stunts and refused to be reduced to decoration. But the American immigration system saw only one thing: a British subject. The reasoning was painfully simple. Ireland had still been tied to the United Kingdom when she was born. Even after the Irish Free State emerged, much of the world—including the United States—continued classifying Irish citizens as British subjects. To Maureen, it wasn’t paperwork. It was erasure. The clerk sent her before an immigration judge, certain he would settle the matter. The judge repeated what the records said. Washington considered her English. Her papers would reflect it. Maureen stood her ground. “I cannot accept American citizenship under those circumstances,” she said. Washington was contacted for confirmation. The answer returned unchanged: English. “Your Honor,” she replied, calm but blazing, “I’m not responsible for your antiquated records in Washington. Thank you very much, but I cannot accept citizenship under those conditions.” She turned toward the door. She would rather leave without citizenship than sign her name beneath a lie. Then she stopped and faced the courtroom one last time. “Do you realize what you’re trying to do to my children and grandchildren?” she asked. “You’re trying to take away their right to boast about their wonderful Irish mother and grandmother.” The judge threw up his hands in defeat. “Give her anything she wants on her papers,” he snapped. Maureen walked out with documents finally marked Irish. And from that day forward, thousands of immigrants would no longer have their identity erased by the word “British.” Because one woman refused to let the world decide who she was.

@Casey5122dark @anchiever That's not very Christian of you. "Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding." Proverbs 3:5

@anchiever I’d still like some solid evidence to justify your claim that ‘the kids will be alright’.

I turned up for my usual 11.00 mass in my parish this morning. At least, that’s what I thought I would be attending. Instead, it turned out to be a circus. The car park was unusually busy and there were a lot of women dressed as if for a night out on the town or a wedding reception. Inside the church, the cacophony was deafening. Groups of people, the members of which I didn’t recognise, were standing around talking loudly, as if they were in a public house. Yes, it’s First Communion time again! In his pre-Mass announcement, the celebrant not only had to tell the audience—yes, audience, not congregation— that phones should not be used during the ceremony nor should people avail of food or drink. Would it be unreasonable of me to think that any practicing Catholic would not need to receive this information? I don’t wish to be uncharitable but it’s evident from this quasi-blasphemous bedlam that many of the parents/guardians of the children about to receive the Eucharist haven’t been inside a church for many years, probably not since their own confirmation, and my guess would be that they won’t grace a church with their presence again until their children's confirmation rolls around, when the circus will reconvene. As for the children, there’s no reason to think their practice won’t conform to that of their parents/guardians. I don’t know what the spiritual or religious value of this de-sacralised day out is supposed to be. Perhaps someone could let me know.

@Irelanduncensor What a waste of Annual Leave.

Ballymun says no to illegal mosque

@rico12334556 @DepotLyr @DavidJo94103316 @Irelanduncensor @PatrickDT1888 Read what he said again.

@DepotLyr @DavidJo94103316 @Irelanduncensor @PatrickDT1888 So Muslims can’t pray in there own homes is it? Just Christian’s are aloud to do that right. Ya fucking muppet

@gland82725 @TheCinesthetic What, like Benjamin Netanyahu?

@TheCinesthetic Would he react that way if he was asked about meeting the head of state of any other nation? This isn't the great act of defiance or some other victim shit you think it is.

Paul Mescal, when asked how “wild” it felt to meet King Charles. "I'm Irish, so it's not on the list of priorities"

@GuidoBennett @batcountry1980 You went on holiday by mistake?

@batcountry1980 My wife and I made the pilgrimage last year

The genius of Withnail and I is that it’s the greatest comedy ever made, yet there’s not only no real jokes, a lot of it isn’t even funny by nature. I’ve been thinking about this piece of dialogue for about an hour and laughing my head off: “Indeed I often wonder where Norman is now. Probably wintering with his mother in Guildford. A cat, rain, Vim under the sink, and both bars on. But old now, old, there is no true beauty without decay.” To read that on the page, it’s not even funny. But within the film, it becomes hysterical. That’s down to the brilliance of Bruce Robinson’s script. It’s razor sharp, not a word wasted. His direction is fantastic too. Between Marwood’s voiceover and the way we enter the scene just as these words roll out of Monty’s never-ending diatribe, it feels like we too have been roaming the fields with him for hours. Then there’s the acting, the way these actors bring flesh and blood to the characters until they feel completely lived in. We never get the backstory, but you instantly know there were all kinds of salacious antics behind Monty and Norman’s estrangement. That’s the magic of the film. It creates an entire world that feels like it existed long before we arrived and carries on after we leave. Much like Monty ponders where Norman is, fans can’t help wonder the same about the characters of this movie, so real they seem.

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