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Read “PLYMOUTH. OH!“ by Martin Thomas on Medium: @martinthomas_123/plymouth-oh-26158af2f686" target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener">medium.com/@martinthomas_… @WeAreCardiff @ccfc_forum @CardiffCityFC @CityBluebirds_ @cardiffcityfab @secondtierpod @ILovesTheDiff

@8bitnortherner @monstroso Hah! My 8 year old granddaughter complained about that one : 'But it's American!!'

@monstroso It better not be ‘mommy’ again.

I predict a lot of anti-American grumbling about Wordle today

#TRIPLIVE Q for Anthony: Scaramouche, Scaramouche can you do the Fandango??

@Exploding_Heads Wot, no Wales?! 🤯🤯🤯 Anyway, 'cariad at y teulu, cariad at y teulu'

Buy tickets to the Colin from Portsmouth tour here socomedy.co.uk/artist/colin-f…

Elon Musk summed up in 93 seconds

@RevRichardColes Blimey, my apologies. Remarkably, appallingly, it might be authentic after all.

@RevRichardColes Richard, I believe this is a fake account. Please check.

@SueSuezep An irrelevance An annoyance A distraction

Collective noun?

@coda22 @MichaelRosenYes @ILovesTheDiff That's interesting. I've never found another reference. Do you have any clues regarding the source? My Dad has lived all his life in Cardiff. Any connections?

@flapdoodles59 @MichaelRosenYes @ILovesTheDiff My Father used the phrase as well: “thank your mother for the rabbits “. Along with “go to the back of the class and hand out the pianos”

#WoM @MichaelRosenYes My Dad (aged 91 3/4) has waved off 3 generations with a cheery 'Toodle pip, see you on the ice, thank your mother for the rabbits'. When asked why, he has no idea. 'Something my Dad always said'. @ILovesTheDiff

@pippip343 @MichaelRosenYes @ILovesTheDiff I always assumed 'ta-raaa' was Caaardiffian 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿

@flapdoodles59 @MichaelRosenYes @ILovesTheDiff Yes, Toodley Pip for now. Or Tat tar.

@ILovesTheDiff Excellent. That's how I prefer to remember it.

Old Cantonian High School is no more…

@tracey_thorn I often note snatched conversation juxtaposed with a photo to record a hidden moment. Two recent favourites: 'Well I was psycho-geriatric but now I’m pancreatic. Evelyn! No!' 'Such a parasitic group of people looking after themselves. It's like no other place. I hate it here.'

I was sat in the cafe earlier this morning, two conversations going on around me, one about human rights, and the other about camper vans #cafe #soothing

I’ve realised how much I love the background hum in the cafe. The coffee machine going, clinking of plates and cutlery, microwave going ping, radio out back in the kitchen, other people’s conversations. It’s very soothing. *sits in cafe all day*

@lewis_goodall @TheNewsAgents Two words. Two names: Darling & McGowan. Will live much longer in the memory.

Thursday’s @TheNewsAgents Two words, two names Darling and Kissinger And the politics they made Listen now 👇 podcasts.apple.com/gb/podcast/the…

👇🏻 #FridayFeeling: A message to the @Conservatives on behalf of the British people. #ThankYouTories 🙏🏻

Michelle Mone story courtesy of Led @ByDonkeys...up until today's revelations. £65 million transferred to a trust -beneficiary Barrowman....from there £29 million to a trust- beneficiaries Mone and her 3 grown up children I hope criminal proceedings come soon

@Aiannucci 'You gotta fight for the Right in your paaaaarty!' Beastly.

This makes much more sense if you imagine she’s just felt a large spider go down the back of her neck.

Thanks to Chris for making time to speak to @TheNewsAgents. Worth a listen

@CalltoActivism @cothamboy54 All of that. But primarily the lack of wit, self-deprecation, the entitlement; these flaws so transparent.

A British writer penned the best description of Donald Trump I’ve ever read: “Why do some British people not like Donald Trump?” A few things spring to mind. Trump lacks certain qualities which the British traditionally esteem. For instance, he has no class, no charm, no coolness, no credibility, no compassion, no wit, no warmth, no wisdom, no subtlety, no sensitivity, no self-awareness, no humility, no honour and no grace – all qualities, funnily enough, with which his predecessor Mr. Obama was generously blessed. So for us, the stark contrast does rather throw Trump’s limitations into embarrassingly sharp relief. Plus, we like a laugh. And while Trump may be laughable, he has never once said anything wry, witty or even faintly amusing – not once, ever. I don’t say that rhetorically, I mean it quite literally: not once, not ever. And that fact is particularly disturbing to the British sensibility – for us, to lack humour is almost inhuman. But with Trump, it’s a fact. He doesn’t even seem to understand what a joke is – his idea of a joke is a crass comment, an illiterate insult, a casual act of cruelty. Trump is a troll. And like all trolls, he is never funny and he never laughs; he only crows or jeers. And scarily, he doesn’t just talk in crude, witless insults – he actually thinks in them. His mind is a simple bot-like algorithm of petty prejudices and knee-jerk nastiness. There is never any under-layer of irony, complexity, nuance or depth. It’s all surface. Some Americans might see this as refreshingly upfront. Well, we don’t. We see it as having no inner world, no soul. And in Britain we traditionally side with David, not Goliath. All our heroes are plucky underdogs: Robin Hood, Dick Whittington, Oliver Twist. Trump is neither plucky, nor an underdog. He is the exact opposite of that. He’s not even a spoiled rich-boy, or a greedy fat-cat. He’s more a fat white slug. A Jabba the Hutt of privilege. And worse, he is that most unforgivable of all things to the British: a bully. That is, except when he is among bullies; then he suddenly transforms into a snivelling sidekick instead. There are unspoken rules to this stuff – the Queensberry rules of basic decency – and he breaks them all. He punches downwards – which a gentleman should, would, could never do – and every blow he aims is below the belt. He particularly likes to kick the vulnerable or voiceless – and he kicks them when they are down. So the fact that a significant minority – perhaps a third – of Americans look at what he does, listen to what he says, and then think ‘Yeah, he seems like my kind of guy’ is a matter of some confusion and no little distress to British people, given that: • Americans are supposed to be nicer than us, and mostly are. • You don’t need a particularly keen eye for detail to spot a few flaws in the man. This last point is what especially confuses and dismays British people, and many other people too; his faults seem pretty bloody hard to miss. After all, it’s impossible to read a single tweet, or hear him speak a sentence or two, without staring deep into the abyss. He turns being artless into an art form; he is a Picasso of pettiness; a Shakespeare of shit. His faults are fractal: even his flaws have flaws, and so on ad infinitum. God knows there have always been stupid people in the world, and plenty of nasty people too. But rarely has stupidity been so nasty, or nastiness so stupid. He makes Nixon look trustworthy and George W look smart. In fact, if Frankenstein decided to make a monster assembled entirely from human flaws – he would make a Trump. And a remorseful Doctor Frankenstein would clutch out big clumpfuls of hair and scream in anguish: ‘My God… what… have… I… created?' If being a twat was a TV show, Trump would be the boxed set.” -Nate White