Gillian Smith

@nancytsidley @StephanieSidley 'Lilibet' was the way the Queen pronounced her name as a child because she couldn't say Elizabeth. They took that and hurt her so much. She said at the time, 'It was the only thing that was mine, alone,'

Let’s hashtag #HappyBirthdayLilibet & #Lillibet 🇬🇧❤️ Many of my friends have no idea that Queen Elizabeth was nicknamed Lilibet as a child. They also don’t realize that those two losers in California took the beloved name only her family used, led her to believe they were naming the baby Elizabeth, and then monetized it.

@DeltaSassy Only Meghan would wear a shirt resembling the notorious blue pyjamas to a memorial for Jewish people massacred on a beach.

WHO DOES THIS??!!!!!!!!! She didn’t list her panties!!!

@benonwine A clapped-out old banger.

If Catherine, Princess of Wales is a Rolls Royce, what does that make Meghan Markle?

@Matt_Pinner I know he was.

Do you believe Boris Johnson was a better Prime Minister than Keir Starmer?

@Councillorsuzie @karbier8 Yes, he would - for Russia.

No, absolutely not. No, no no no.

@Miss_Snuffy @frantruth I always read to my daughter, and when I was a TA, the last 15 minutes of every day were spent surrounded by children on the carpet,me reading books from the class library, from Horrid Henry to more pictorial ones. The children loved this quiet time before going home.

I used to wonder if there would come a time when they would say that parents cannot read to their kids because it gives them an advantage. It seems that time will soon be upon us. 😳

@SamaHoole @Olgachristie When my dad came home after watching football on a Saturday pm, he always had a slice of toast with dripping to 'put him on' before the main meal.

Dry dripping on bread, with a pinch of salt, was, for approximately four hundred years, one of the most common things a British child ate when he came in from school. The dripping was what was left in the pan after the Sunday roast. Beef fat, mostly, sometimes with a dark jelly at the bottom where the juices had settled. Your mother spooned it into a white enamel bowl, covered it with a plate, and kept it on the cold shelf in the pantry. It lasted a week. Sometimes two. It fried the Monday bubble and squeak, the Tuesday eggs, the Wednesday onions. On Thursday afternoon, before it ran out, you got a slice of bread spread with the stuff, a pinch of salt cracked on top, and that was tea. It was a treat. It was also just food. A child in 1930 would have looked at you blankly if you had suggested that beef dripping on bread was in any way remarkable. It was what was in the bowl. It was free. It tasted of Sunday lunch three days later. Beef dripping is approximately 50% monounsaturated fat, 40% saturated fat, and carries the fat-soluble vitamins A, D, E, and K from the pasture the cow grazed on. The cow ate grass. The grass had been growing on British soil since the end of the last Ice Age. The fat was the end product of ten thousand years of continuous ruminant grazing. A slice of bread and dripping delivered, for roughly the price of the bread, a dose of fat-soluble vitamins and usable calories that the rest of the British afternoon was going to need. Nobody got heart disease from bread and dripping. The British cardiovascular mortality rate of 1930, when almost every family ate dripping several times a week, was a fraction of what it is now. The British obesity rate of 1930 was essentially zero. The British type 2 diabetes rate was so low that the Royal College of Physicians considered the condition a medical curiosity. Then the dripping was quietly removed. First by margarine, invented in 1869 by a French chemist trying to feed the army, mass-marketed in Britain after the First World War as a modern, clean, scientific alternative to animal fat. Then by Crisco-style vegetable shortenings in the 1930s. Then, decisively, from the 1960s onwards, by the dietary advice that saturated animal fat caused heart disease. The advice was wrong. The research behind it was flawed, selectively published, and in some cases deliberately manipulated. The corrections have been appearing in the peer-reviewed literature for thirty years. The public-health guidelines have not been updated. Bread and dripping was replaced, in the British kitchen, by margarine on bread. Then by low-fat spread on bread. Then by skimmed-milk spread on industrially processed bread from the Chorleywood process. Then by a plastic tub of something labelled "I Can't Believe It's Not Butter," made from a blend of palm oil, rapeseed oil, emulsifiers, and flavouring, spread on a slice of Kingsmill so pale and so soft it could be balled up in one hand. The cardiovascular disease rates climbed through the same decades. The obesity rates climbed through the same decades. The type 2 diabetes rates went from medical curiosity to national crisis through the same decades. The fat your great-grandmother scraped out of the Sunday roast pan and spread on her child's tea was never the problem. The problem was what replaced it. Industrial seed oil, chemically extracted from seeds using hexane solvent, deodorised, bleached, and sold in a plastic bottle as a health food. A substance no human population had consumed in meaningful quantities before 1910, and which now makes up roughly 20% of the total calories in the average British diet. The dripping bowl on the cold shelf was a complete piece of nutritional engineering, evolved over centuries, running on the natural waste stream of the Sunday roast, costing nothing, delivering real nutrients, and causing none of the conditions it was eventually blamed for. It was thrown out of the British kitchen on the basis of a mistake. The mistake has never been corrected. The bowl is still at your grandmother's house, probably, at the back of a cupboard, unused since about 1985. The cow that built Britain is still in the field.

@benonwine Takes one to know one.

Be honest if a leftie called you racist what would you say?

@bagshaw2112 Ena Sharples aka Violet Carson.

Today’s #retro #memory ! Who can remember who this lady was ? Anyone remember anymore of the old cast? Who was your favourite ?

@RachelD1892 @pastoralview No.

Do you believe Keir Starmer is being open, honest, and transparent about the appointment of Peter Mandelson? A simple yes or no ...

@Jenny_1884 Yes, the taste is so much better - and less additives .

I’ve gone back to drinking full fat milk, use real butter & lard because I think we were wrongly advised these products were bad for you when in fact they aren’t. Have others changed back?

@LouiseWalton78 The one with the white pompom.

Pick a knitted hat , any hat - Which one would you wear? 💕🐑💙🐔❤️🐈‍⬛

“Climate change wreaking havoc on our planet.” ~ Prince Harry. Hypocrisy: someone who is a regular traveller on private jets saying that climate change is wreaking havoc on the planet.

@Kristinartz I do, I lived next door to our village doctor and very few nights passed without her phone ringing for a call out - she always went.

WHO REMEMBERS WHEN DOCTORS WOULD COME TO YOUR HOUSE IF YOU WERE SICK? No waiting room, just the doctor knocking at your door with his black bag. Who remembers house calls? 🩺

@SBarrettBar @TC86964191 There hasn't been any testing on animals in the UK for about 20 years. Not so the EU.

EU laws require animal testing Labour aligning us with the EU means this will carry on.

@AntiWokeMemes @BornPeachy Turn round, go home and cancel monthly payment.

You arrive at church on Sunday and see this. What’s your next move?

@VividProwess Because they are.

Liberal woman wearing a keffiyeh furiously bangs a frying pan in the name of "Free Palestine." Why do they all look insane?

@benonwine @FortesMentum Is it a man or a woman?

What’s the FIRST thing the comes to mind?

@NotFarLeftAtAll The flag behind her tells us who she will stand up for.

Nagina Haroon is “Courageous, has integrity, she’ll stand up for local people and she is hardworking” okay she might not be able to speak a word of English.. that doesn’t matter I’m sure if she wins the taxpayer will pay for a translator.. her uncle

@NoFarmsNoFoods @PrincessofDevon Don't know why my MP, Paul Waugh, voted to axe the tax. There are very few farms in Rochdale.

Here’s a reminder every Labour MP who refused to axe the inheritance tax on family farms.