Emergency Physician. A study devoid of scientific rigor showed that coffee cups, high heels and dogs are leading causes of accidents. I live dangerously.
Life is hectic, so enjoy this 11 minutes of some of the most beautiful scenery in the world and the view from the flight deck as we land in Nuuk aboard Air Greenland’s A330neo. https://t.co/tytpDkttUW
A doctor tried to save Renee Good after she was shot in Minneapolis.
ICE agents stopped him.
They claimed they had medics.
They blocked paramedics down the road.
They refused all outside aid.
When the doctor identified himself as a physician, ICE’s response was simple:
“I don’t care.”
That’s a regime that decided she was disposable.
I hate the recent attempt to rehabilitate the Nazis. Thirty years ago if you’d said, “I think Hitler had some good ideas,” you’d have been punched in the nose by a World War II vet who liberated Dachau. But because no one studies history, we forget that he was monstrously evil.
Today is Remembrance Day, when we pause to remember the horrific sacrifices of war made on our behalf by the generations that came before. Donald the draft dodger has demanded that we do not use that name. As with so much else, he should be ignored.
Rebuilding the small area of Los Angeles destroyed by global warming-induced wildfires is expected to cost at least $250 BILLION with costs rising due to the need to remove vast amounts of toxic waste.
If you think 'net zero costs too much', I have some terrible news for you.
1/ BREAKING: The HPV vaccine isn't just for prevention. A powerful new systematic review reveals it has significant THERAPEUTIC benefits for women already infected with HPV. This is a game-changer.
Read the study: https://t.co/vu6VBY75PK

Rest in peace, Patricia Routledge 🙏🏻
In memory of her, I encourage everyone to read these words of hers from February last year.
Whether young or old, you're bound to get something out of it.
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"I’ll be turning 95 this coming Monday. In my younger years, I was often filled with worry — worry that I wasn’t quite good enough, that no one would cast me again, that I wouldn’t live up to my mother’s hopes. But these days begin in peace, and end in gratitude.
My life didn’t quite take shape until my forties. I had worked steadily — on provincial stages, in radio plays, in West End productions — but I often felt adrift, as though I was searching for a home within myself that I hadn’t quite found.
At 50, I accepted a television role that many would later associate me with — Hyacinth Bucket, of Keeping Up Appearances. I thought it would be a small part in a little series. I never imagined that it would take me into people’s living rooms and hearts around the world. And truthfully, that role taught me to accept my own quirks. It healed something in me.
At 60, I began learning Italian — not for work, but so I could sing opera in its native language. I also learned how to live alone without feeling lonely. I read poetry aloud each evening, not to perfect my diction, but to quiet my soul.
At 70, I returned to the Shakespearean stage — something I once believed I had aged out of. But this time, I had nothing to prove. I stood on those boards with stillness, and audiences felt that. I was no longer performing. I was simply being.
At 80, I took up watercolour painting. I painted flowers from my garden, old hats from my youth, and faces I remembered from the London Underground. Each painting was a quiet memory made visible.
Now, at 95, I write letters by hand. I’m learning to bake rye bread. I still breathe deeply every morning. I still adore laughter — though I no longer try to make anyone laugh. I love the quiet more than ever.
I’m writing this to tell you something simple:
Growing older is not the closing act. It can be the most exquisite chapter — if you let yourself bloom again.
Let these years ahead be your TREASURE YEARS.
You don’t need to be famous. You don’t need to be flawless.
You only need to show up — fully — for the life that is still yours.
With love and gentleness,
Patricia Routledge
*****
Once more, rest in peace. 🤍
On August 31, racist rallies will take to the streets.
But the communities they target, the ones who feed us, build for us, welcome us, and enrich our lives, will feel it most.
Here’s how you can help. 👇🏼
As a longtime humanitarian who has battled famines and hunger crises, I fear that starvation in Gaza has now passed the tipping point and we are going to see mass-scale starvation mortality.
A thread on famine momentum, famine response, and what it means for Gaza today.
From Glastonbury 2025, Olivia Rodrigo brings out Robert Smith of The Cure to do “Friday I’m in Love” and “Just Like Heaven” part of a tremendous set to end the festival this year. Video courtesy BBC and BBC Music.
Look, I get everyone has a lot of content to fill, especially on a 24 hour news channel, but Scott Morrison is the most unpopular prime minister in recent memory, who is now a shrill for defence and arms companies. There’s no need to ever have him on