Hi! I’m at @LDNLutonAirport flying to Slovakia with @wizzair! Finished my exams so going out to celebrate with family in Slovakia and Hungary. I will have some much needed oncology rehabilitation physical therapy like before. Have a great day! ✈️ 🇸🇰 🇭🇺 🇬🇧 #AlexandersJourney #CancerSurvivor #WizzAir
My dog Max had a heart attack and died about an hour ago, my son died in November and they were the best of mates, in a daft way I would like to think they are together again. Rest in peace the both of you.
He died at 30 because he gave his only chance at life to a child he didn’t even know.
His name was Giuseppe Girolamo — a young drummer from southern Italy who had been living his dream, performing aboard the Costa Concordia.
On the night of January 13, 2012, the cruise ship moved through the calm Tyrrhenian Sea like a glowing city on water. Music played, glasses clinked, passengers laughed, unaware of what was coming.
Some were heading to dinner. Others were dancing on deck, unaware the ship’s path had already turned fatal beneath the surface.
Then a violent grinding sound tore through the hull as the ship struck rocks near Isola del Giglio.
In an instant, everything changed. Power failed. Lights went dark. The vessel began to tilt at a horrifying angle as panic erupted and the order to abandon ship was shouted.
Passengers rushed in every direction, desperate to reach lifeboats.
Giuseppe, as part of the crew, had an assigned place in an evacuation boat. His survival spot was already secured.
But as he reached the evacuation point, he saw a frightened mother, Antonella, holding her small daughter. The lifeboat was full. There was no space left for them.
Without a moment’s pause, Giuseppe stepped aside.
He looked at them and simply said, “Please, take my place.”
He gave up his seat — the only guaranteed chance he had to survive — so the mother and child could escape instead.
Giuseppe could not swim.
As the lifeboat drifted away from the leaning ship, he remained on the deck, watching it fade into the dark sea.
Later, while attention turned to the captain’s failure and the unfolding disaster, Giuseppe’s act stood out as something pure inside the chaos. His decision was briefly mentioned in reports, but remembered deeply by survivors.
Months later, divers recovered his body from the wreck of the Costa Concordia.
But by then, his story had already been written in the lives of those he saved — the mother and daughter who returned home because of him.
In a night defined by panic and survival instinct, one young man chose someone else’s life over his own.
Giuseppe Girolamo didn’t just play music on that ship.
He became the rhythm of courage itself.
But his story lives on whenever the sea is crossed at night, and whenever a stranger chooses compassion over fear and survival. still today always forever.
Very sad. Labour through and through, a fine mind and gifted writer, a loyal and hard working deputy to Neil at a vital time in Labour history, and a critical friend to New Labour. Sheffield Wednesday to the very end! RIP Roy
The England team are based in my second home of Kansas City for the @FIFAWorldCup. I know there have been some hiccups but they will get to see everything amazing that it has to offer and discover KC hospitality (and BBQ!). Come on England! 🏴 @KCTV5@fox4kc@KMBZradio@kmbc@England ⚽️ 🏴🇬🇧🇺🇸 #AlexandersJourney #WorldCup #England #KansasCity
Scenes that I never thought I would see, a Dance off between the Scottish and Haitians fans 🇭🇹🏴
This is what soccer is about, bringing people together and forgetting our differences. Love this!
14 June 1995. Pauline Clare (aged 47), became 1st woman to be appointed a chief constable in Britain. She landed the head job at the Lancashire Constabulary, one of the largest provincial forces, responsible for 3,200 officers with 500 of them women.
It’s that time of year: arriving for @BBCBreakfast at 0430 in daylight 🌤️! We’ll reflect Scotland’s win and (breaking news permitting) at 0745 a story you may have seen this week: babies considered unfit for adoption allowed to die at a church-run mother & baby home. @BBCOne 6am.
If it is true that the incredible Kevin Sinfield is to be knighted, then that truly is the best news I’ve heard in a long time and starts to restore my faith in the honours system. 🙌🏻
I must confess to being a bit emotional this morning at the news of a knighthood for Kevin Sinfield.
I’ve always called him ‘Sir Kev’ and it’s hard to think of a man more deserving. He showed us all what it is to be a friend. What it means to step up when people need you and he did it all for his mate ❤️
After he carried Rob across the line in the Leeds marathon someone sent me this poem anonymously and I kept it on my phone. They called it ‘Arise Sir Kev’…
When shadows gathered, and hearts would break
Kev knew it was time to take…
One step, another, through wind and rain,
Carrying hope, despite the pain.
He never stopped, mile after mile,
Driven by loyalty, strength… a smile.
For Rob, his friend, he aim was true
Showing us all, what friendship can do.
Not measured in trophies, applause, or fame…
But turning up, again and again.
And in every mile he chose to run,
He showed us how friendship is truly done.
Such an important story to tell - the untold scale of female rough sleeping, and the lives of these women.
Thanks to @SolaceWomensAid@SHPcharity@crisis_uk for their work in this sector, and @Alison_McGovern for listening and acting
📲Pod Part 1: https://t.co/EBP6ORwGVa
Exactly one year ago today we went to the David Hockney exhibition in Paris. It was absolutely fantastic. Tree of the Day is any tree that he painted. He did it so well. What a talent and how much pleasure he will continue to give for the rest of time RIP