Mister Milo

Angry ? You bet your fucking life that I’m angry. smallthunderdog.blog/2026/06/07/a-p…

The US first infantry left this shore for D Day. The vehicles were back on the beach today

Prolific Somerset burglar jailed after crime spree. Robbie Williams fallen on hard hard times somersetlive.co.uk/news/local-new…

The correct way to cruise down the River Thames. Sunday sunshine at Strand on the Green, Chiswick, London.

One of those things that never happens if you open up women's changing rooms to any man who wants to come inside has happened. Again. bournemouthecho.co.uk/news/26213610.…

You won’t believe this. But…

@Frank27588842 😊. We don’t even have pavements, let alone bins.

@MisterMilo Did you dog pull it out of the bin? Is your neighbourhood a no fly zone for seagulls?

Hey Jacob - whoever you are I’ve found the McDonald’s bag that you lost on your way back from the Market Drayton drive through yesterday morning It’s still on the verge if you’d like to collect it. You grease stained fucking cunt

@ColinDynamo @PehzTV @JockAyeTheNoo It was 12 degrees. I know that’s too hot for a ginger scotchman but it’s ok for dogs.

@MisterMilo @PehzTV @JockAyeTheNoo Is that before or after you kill your dog in this heat??

@MercerCait Jesus

@MisterMilo Just slurped water all over me. 17minutes left. 4 am departure.

That’s enough work for the day

@ColinDynamo @PehzTV When I want commentary from Scotchland, I’ll ask @JockAyeTheNoo

@MisterMilo @PehzTV 4 mile walk in this weather is abuse. Far too hot for the dog. But you knew that already

.@McDonaldsUK You must print car registration plates on your receipts. Everywhere there is one of your stores, there are piles of rubbish 5 miles down the road.

@MercerCait Poor little thing

@MisterMilo Grinding south from Skye after 6 weeks.Gets hotter every mile ( Skye missed every heatwave)- shedding layers like snakes. Dottie has a yard of tongue.

I can't be arsed to find out what 'Manchesterism' is, so instead I'm going to assume it's got something to do with turning the whole country into a sink estate full of chimpanzees in bucket hats shooting each other in the pissing rain.

@SurreyLeeds It’s weird. We often do litter picks along the road here. This was a month or so ago over a short stretch of road. I genuinely don’t understand the mindset of dumping it

@MisterMilo Kinda mental how many people are having a go at you for taking the pic ffs. State of the world we live in now I guess, I walk my dog in an around a church sometimes and the amount of litter on people’s graves is disgusting. (Which I clean up) Common courtesy is a myth nowadays

@IHDIINNOTIME I genuinely don’t know

@MisterMilo I took a walk through countryside the other day, 1 hour there, 1 hour back Before the return journey I got a pack of chocolate bars to eat, demolished em sharpish & then was left with the wrappers & box, so I carried them all the way back. Why is it so hard for others?

Guess.

@userds5050 @Dasani_UK @PehzTV Sadly, the nearest bin is probably at Jacob’s house or McDonald’s itself. We don’t even have pavements here. Still. I don’t live near you, so there’s that

@MisterMilo @Dasani_UK @PehzTV You could have picked it up and put it in a bin you thick cunt

Sigh. Football

@Tom471628 Took them out at 830. Try harder.

@MisterMilo Walking your dog in this heat you evil cunt

@FatBloaterFX @jayr1972 @HannahIamthest1 @thecruelC I do indeed. What a man

On this day in 1815, a sergeant from Kilmarnock did something that Napoleon's generals said was impossible. Sergeant Charles Ewart of the Royal North British Dragoons — the Scots Greys — rode into the Battle of Waterloo on a pale grey horse alongside thousands of his brothers. In the chaos that followed, Ewart came face to face with the standard-bearer of the French 45th Regiment of the Line, carrying their Imperial Eagle. That Eagle was the most sacred symbol in Napoleon's entire army. More precious than ground. More precious than guns. The French officer lunged. Ewart parried and cut him through the head. A lancer threw his weapon — Ewart deflected it and opened the man's face from chin to teeth. A foot soldier rushed him. Ewart dealt with him too. The whole thing lasted seconds. When it was over, he held the Eagle. He was ordered to ride to Brussels immediately and keep it safe. But something made him stop. He sat on his horse at the edge of that burning field for a long time, watching the fighting, unable to leave his comrades behind. A man holding one of the greatest prizes of the Napoleonic Wars, lingering in the smoke because he couldn't bear to go. That one detail says more about the Scottish soldier than any regimental history ever could. The Eagle never left Scotland. It sits today in the National War Museum at Edinburgh Castle — a physical piece of that June morning, still held in Scottish hands. The Scots Greys carried its image on their cap badge from that day forward. A pub on the Royal Mile still carries Ewart's name. An awesome achievement for one man!