AGood

LFC supporting exiled Scouser who after all these years still hates Thatcher

[AGood @AGood58]

@MasterMaliq I'm not sure what to make of all this. I say this because if you take any one of these problems on your list - and I completely agree, btw that all these issues need a swift and long-lasting resolution - you will find a Muslim.

[DS | Wild Bloom 🌿 @DSWildBloom86]

When the bell rings and Jerry Lewis steps into the ring… it’s over before it starts!
From Sailor Beware (1952), this man turned boxing into pure, unadulterated chaos. Who else grew up replaying this exact scene on loop? Jerry Lewis was truly unmatched.

[AGood @AGood58]

@TomK_Brit1993 @agwilliams_uk Incorrect. The rot started with Thatcher.

[Susan Hall AM @Councillorsuzie]

The St George’s flag is my flag as I am English. We are in England and if we want to wave our flag then that’s fine. If anyone is offended that’s their problem! 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿🇬🇧

[Wins @WinsLFC]

🥹 Jurgen Klopp posted this for Jota:

To Diogo, wherever you are now... When the whistle blows for the 2026 World Cup, everyone will not just look at the green pitch; our eyes and hearts will all turn toward the sky. You were always that brave, relentless warrior—the player who gave everything for the badge he wore, whether it was the famous red of Liverpool or your Portuguese national team jersey. Your tragic passing left a void and a heartache that no tournament or victory can ever fill. We used to talk a lot about this World Cup, and your immense passion to represent Portugal on the world's biggest stage. Today, despite your physical absence, I am absolutely certain that your fighting spirit and determined smile will be the most prominent presence in your teammates' dressing room. I am supporting Portugal in this tournament for you. I will cheer for your teammates because I know they won't just be playing for the trophy; they will be carrying your legacy and passion with every kick and every goal. Your number 21 jersey will remain alive in the memory of everyone who loved you and shared those historic moments with you. Rest in peace, my boy...❤🇵🇹

[Imtiaz Mahmood @ImtiazMadmood]

Private Eleanor Dlugosz was a teenage Army medic who chose the front line not for glory, but because she believed that was where lives could be saved.

That single choice tells you everything about her. She was only 19 when she died in Iraq, yet the shape of her life already revealed a fierce, restless purpose: to serve, to help, and to move towards danger when others would have stepped back. In the story of war, there are many kinds of courage. Hers was the quieter, harder kind — the kind that bends itself towards other people’s survival.

In 2006 and 2007, Basra was not a distant name on a map. It was a place where British soldiers lived with heat, uncertainty, and the constant threat of roadside bombs. Patrols moved through streets where every shadow could conceal danger, and every journey outside the wire carried the weight of possibility. In that landscape, a medic was not a figure at the edge of the action. A medic was often the difference between life and death. But that was only the beginning.

Eleanor Claire Dlugosz was born in Southampton in 1988 and grew up with the sort of determination that others tend to notice only after it has already taken root. Her family moved to Somerset when she was nine, and there she threw herself into life with complete conviction: Young Farmers, music, public speaking, and above all horses. She was, by every account, a girl who did not drift. She chose things, committed to them, and followed through. That difference tells you everything.

Her mother later remembered the moment the Army first caught Eleanor’s imagination. At school she attended an Army activity week, and something in that experience took hold of her completely. “I am joining the army,” she said. At first her family assumed it might pass. It did not. She went to enlist at 17 and failed the fitness test, which might have discouraged someone less stubborn, less driven.

But Eleanor came back stronger, tried again, and passed. Imagine that moment: a teenager who had already decided that disappointment would not be the end of the story.

She joined the Royal Army Medical Corps and trained at Winchester, where her energy and confidence began to reveal themselves in full. Her mother later said Eleanor was “my star” and “my action girl”, and remembered that she excelled in everything she turned her hand to. One detail from those training days lingers because it captures her spirit so neatly: she was the best rifle shot, beating the boys as well as everyone else.

It was not just about marksmanship. It was about the rare combination of discipline, nerve, and determination that made people remember her long after the drill ended.

By late 2006, she was in Iraq, initially providing primary healthcare at Shaibah Logistics Base near Basra. For many soldiers, that would have been enough — a demanding role in a difficult theatre, close to the violence but not always right beside it. But Eleanor wanted more. She wanted the frontline because that was where she could be most useful.

So she returned to Britain in January 2007 to complete her Class 1 Medic course, the qualification that would allow her to accompany patrols and provide medical support in the thick of operations. She passed, and in March she went back to Iraq. That is what makes this story remarkable.

Now she was where she had asked to be. Attached to the 2nd Battalion, Duke of Lancaster’s Regiment Battle Group, she patrolled the streets of Basra as a frontline medic. The soldiers who served with her described a quiet young woman, shy in manner but fearless in action, a medic who never made a spectacle of herself yet earned deep respect.

Her troop commander called her “a strong and morally courageous young woman”, an example to older and more experienced soldiers. Another officer said she wanted to make a difference. Eleanor was not trying to become larger than life. She was trying to be useful.

Her friends saw the same thing, but in warmer, more personal colours. To them she was “Ella” or “DZ”, the girl with the cheeky smile, the horse-loving, people-first friend who brightened a room without asking for attention. One friend remembered that helping others before herself was simply who she was. Another said she befriended everyone she met and that horses were one of her great passions. In the army, where toughness is often mistaken for hardness, Eleanor seems to have offered something rarer: steadiness without coldness, bravery without boasting.

Then came 5 April 2007. In the early hours, a Warrior armoured vehicle carrying a patrol moved west of Basra. Eleanor was inside, doing the work she had trained for, ready to treat the wounded if the worst happened.

What happened next would change everything. An improvised explosive device detonated beneath the vehicle, tearing into the road and turning the patrol into a scene of catastrophic violence. In a single instant, lives were shattered. Private Eleanor Dlugosz was killed, along with Second Lieutenant Joanna Yorke Dyer, Corporal Kris O’Neill, Kingsman Adam James Smith, and a local interpreter. A fifth soldier survived but was badly injured.

The numbers are plain enough, but the human reality behind them is not. Imagine that moment: the shock of the blast, the smoke, the steel, the sudden silence after the explosion has done its work.

Eleanor was just 19. She had gone back to Iraq after training, fully aware of the danger, because she believed the front line was where her skills mattered most. Her mother later said she knew Eleanor understood the risk; she had seen death around her and still chose to return.

Eleanor had also quietly prepared her family for the possibility of her own death, telling her mother that when she died, everything would be easy to sort out. There is no melodrama in that. Only bravery stripped down to its bones.

The brutality of her death was matched by the scale of the grief that followed. She was buried at St Peter’s Church in Bishops Waltham, and her family and comrades gathered to honour a life that had been cut brutally short.

Her funeral became a place not only of mourning, but of witness — to the girl she had been, and to the soldier she had become. Her mother’s grief was shaped by love as much as loss. She remembered Eleanor as the daughter who loved her job, loved being active, and loved horses; the young woman who had thrown herself into life with absolute intent.

Historical significance is often explained in terms of strategy, policy, and consequence, but sometimes history is changed by the moral example of a single person. Eleanor’s life did not alter the outcome of the war in a grand, sweeping sense. Yet it did something smaller and, in its own way, just as important.

It reminded people what service can look like when it is stripped of ceremony: young, human, disciplined, vulnerable, and deeply committed to others. Her story sits among those of the British service personnel killed in Iraq, part of a wider generation that carried the burden of a brutal conflict into daily life, families, memorials, and public memory.

Her story still matters because it asks something of us. It asks us to look beyond slogans about courage and actually see what courage costs. It asks us to understand that sacrifice is rarely abstract to the people who make it. Eleanor was not a symbol when she was alive. She was a daughter, a friend, a horsewoman, a medic, a soldier. She wanted to help. She wanted to be where she was needed. And she went there anyway, knowing exactly what might happen. That is the terrible and luminous truth at the centre of her life.

And so her legacy endures in the most human way possible: through memory. Through the people who knew her as Ella and DZ. Through the family who still speak of her as their star. Through the quiet graveside and the war memorial and the names spoken each year on Remembrance Day.

She was young, but she was not unformed. She had already become someone rare — a person who understood fear and chose duty anyway. Private Eleanor Dlugosz did not live long, but she lived deliberately, bravely, and in service of others. In that choice, made so young and carried so far, her story becomes unforgettable.

[Crewkerne Gazette @CrewkerneGaz]

John Healey, Captain Mainwaring of this doomed Westminster platoon, could no longer stand by while Britain’s defences were left with a broom handle and tin hat

He picked up the field telephone, resigned, and reportedly left Keir Starmer spluttering in the Labour bunker

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[Peter Bleksley @PeterBleksley]

Horror stories from Kensington, Liverpool…

[Kevin W. @Brink_Thinker]

This pigeon definitely wasn’t expecting the plane to accelerate this fast!

[Naoki @LfcNaokii]

the cameraman understood the mission and captured the laser guy in 4K 😭😂

[WeGotitBack 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿🇬🇧🇺🇸 @NotFarLeftAtAll]

Fly-tippers Caught by gypsies

Good Lad… He makes them pick it all back up .

[ClarksonsFarm @ClarksonsFarm1]

"There’s not a farmer alive that supports Labour"

[Orla Minihane @orlaminihane]

‼️ An urgent message to our French Pink Ladies @CordierAlice2 one of our girls is missing in Paris. Lucy Stemp - zero contact in over a week and her family are desperate. She also has a little girl who needs her Mummy home. Please share with all your followers. ‼️ Merci 🙏🏻 @pinkladies_uk 🩷

[Crewkerne Gazette @CrewkerneGaz]

Kemi Badenoch put in a long shift at Marks & Spencer yesterday after Percy Pig thief Rachel Reeves tried to scarper with several packets.

Thankfully, Kemi stopped her, and even sneaky Keir Starmer dressed as a lady couldn’t distract her from the job.

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[Anfield Lounge @AnfieldLounge]

Guys, do we still have this character in our squad? 🤔

[Crewkerne Gazette @CrewkerneGaz]

David Lammy and Sir Trevor Phillips shared a McDonald’s, but tensions rose when Lammy insisted only he had the right to remove the pickle.

When the bill arrived, things escalated, a young man was arrested, and Trevor calmly stepped in to de-escalate and save the day.

{satire}

[🏖🦀BlockHead4000🏝🐠 @blockhead4000]

Dont get me wrong she is biotrash, but shes doing this intentionally. She's making faces at the audience in the way a teacher would with young children to show them what hes saying isnt acceptable.

[Joe — e/adgbe 🎸 @joe_r_Odonnell]

“Housing crisis? I don’t think you have, mate”

[Matthew Camenzuli @Matt_Camenzuli]

For too long morons have been taken seriously - as they pull faces and name-call.

This reminds me so much of #qanda in Australia.

Be a total dope - then pull a face, get a cheer, and drive terrible policy.

Their time is up.

[Orla Minihane @orlaminihane]

This is Lucy Stemp from Tonbridge in Kent. She is missing in Paris. No one has heard from her in a week. Her family are desperate to locate her. The police and interpol are involved. Please share. @pinkladies_uk