The St Georgeโs flag is my flag as I am English. We are in England and if we want to wave our flag then thatโs fine. If anyone is offended thatโs their problem! ๐ด๓ ง๓ ข๓ ฅ๓ ฎ๓ ง๓ ฟ๐ฌ๐ง
Every single person who still cringes at the memory of trying to bullshit their way through an interview or exam question: today, the slate is wiped clean. Set down your burden of shame. Nothing - nothing, I say - could touch this.
@TRobinsonNewEra Governments own advice is to stay away from Sudan as theyโre a threat to British nationals, but they then allow them to come here in there 1000s, sums up this fuckin shit show of a country
Look at this photograph.
Itโs 1968.
The man carrying this little boy on his shoulders is not his father.
His father has just left.
Left his mother.
Left their home.
Left for another life.
And the man who showed up โ who drove 45 minutes across London just to check on a 5-year-old boy whose world had suddenly fallen apart โ is holding him steady with both hands while the child laughs at the top of his lungs.
That drive would inspire the best-selling Beatles single of all time.
The boyโs name was Julian Lennon.
And he has never quite known how to feel about it.
Julian Charles John Lennon was born on April 8, 1963.
Four days earlier, The Beatles had released their first album.
His father, John Lennon, was becoming one of the most famous people on Earth.
From the beginning, music came first.
The touring.
The recording.
The chaos.
The fame.
Julian came after all of it.
Paul McCartney, however, had known Julian since he was a baby. He watched him grow up while the world around the Beatles became louder and stranger and harder to survive.
Then, in May 1968, John told Cynthia Lennon their marriage was over.
He had fallen in love with Yoko Ono.
Cynthia later said she came home from vacation and found Yoko already there.
Just like that, the family was broken apart.
Julian was five years old.
Paul McCartney decided to drive out to see Cynthia and Julian.
No cameras.
No publicity.
No grand gesture.
Just a friend showing up because a little boy was hurting.
And during that drive, Paul started humming.
โHey Julesโฆ donโt make it badโฆโ
Later, he changed โJulesโ to โJude.โ
The song became โHey Jude.โ
Released in August 1968, it spent nine weeks at No. 1 in America, sold millions of copies, and became the biggest-selling Beatles single in history.
But for Julian Lennon, the song carried two truths at once.
To the world, it became comfort.
To him, it became memory.
A reminder that his father had walked away.
And that another man had stepped in long enough to help carry the weight.
Years later, Julian admitted he has a โlove-hate relationshipโ with the song.
Because every stadium singalongโฆ
Every radio replayโฆ
Every well-meaning person saying โYour song!โโฆ
Also brings him back to that moment when his childhood changed forever.
Yet even through all the complicated feelings, one thing never changed:
He never forgot that Paul showed up.
Not because he had to.
Not because it benefited him.
But because a child needed kindness.
Look at the photograph one more time.
A little boy laughing with his whole body.
A man holding him securely on his shoulders.
Two hands making sure he doesnโt fall.
Julian doesnโt know yet about the divorce.
About the fame.
About the legal battles.
About inheritance disputes.
About the strange burden of having your pain turned into one of the most famous songs ever written.
Right now, he only knows one thing:
Someone came.
And sometimes, for a child, that is everything.