More than 80% of the cut flowers we buy in Britain are flown or shipped in.
Eighty percent. 🙁
We can grow them right here, and demand for British blooms is climbing fast.
Stock British flowers. Label them clearly. Let people choose.
@Tesco@sainsburys@asda@marksandspencer
#BackBritishFarming #BritishFarming #UKFarming
https://t.co/lXCUCfqeSq
Duncan Bannatyne backing away from Andy Burnham tells you something important.
This is not some niche online row.
This is where Labour’s problem with normal voters becomes impossible to hide.
Burnham has spent years cultivating the image of a straight-talking, sensible, working-class Labour figure.
Less Westminster.
More real world.
A politician who “gets it”.
Then he backs self-ID and questions guidance protecting women’s toilets for biological women.
That is the dividing line.
Because for millions of people, this is not complicated.
Women’s toilets are for women.
Female-only spaces exist for a reason.
Privacy matters. Boundaries matter.
Biology matters.
Labour politicians keep pretending this is an obscure culture-war trap.
It isn’t.
It is a basic test of whether they can say something true when activists are watching.
Burnham failed that test.
And if he cannot defend women’s spaces without equivocation, why should anyone believe he has the courage to lead the country?
“Let’s spend £4.5 trillion on net zero over the next 25 years despite the UK only accounting for less than 1% of annual global CO2 emissions. Let’s increase taxes to pay for net zero. Let’s ban new oil and gas licences in the North Sea but spaff away £40billion buying North Sea oil and gas from Norway. Let’s buy coking coal shipments worth £7.2million from Japan but ban UK coal mining. Let’s plaster thousands of acres of farmland with solar panels but spend £50million on sun dimming experiments. Let’s give huge renewable energy construction contracts to China. Let’s give Drax an estimated £1.8billlion in taxpayer funded subsidies on top of the £11billion it has already received despite Drax burning an amount of wood equivalent to 300 million trees. Let’s give £1billion this year alone to wind power companies not to generate power from their wind turbines. And let’s spend £30billion of taxpayers’ money on carbon capture machines but put pensioners, farmers and the disabled into financial peril by claiming there’s a £22bn black hole.”
Digital ID was announced by the Labour government in the King’s Speech today. Keir Starmer is trying enforce this Orwellian digital monstrosity on everyone. No one voted for this.
Here is a generic letter that you can cut and paste and send to your local Labour MP regarding digital ID:
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Subject: I will never vote for you - or your party - again if you support Digital ID
Dear [MP]
Digital ID was not in Labour’s 2024 manifesto. No one voted for this fundamental change to civil liberties.
I strongly oppose any national digital ID scheme. It creates the infrastructure for surveillance and compromises the right to privacy.
These systems are vulnerable to attack from malicious agents — hackers, ransomware gangs, and foreign states. A digital ID amplifies the risks of identity theft, especially as we approach the era of quantum computing and AI dominance.
Recent breaches prove the danger:
• The 2024 Synnovis ransomware attack exposed data relating to nearly one million NHS patients.
• Multiple 2025 NHS ransomware incidents compromised tens of thousands of patients’ records.
The government’s own digital systems, including https://t.co/ZY2BlewhbY One Login, have already lost security certification due to serious vulnerabilities.
Over 2.9 million people signed the petition against it. The public has spoken.
If you or your party vote to bring this in, I will never vote for you or Labour again. This is a line in the sand.
Yours sincerely,
[Constituent] from [Constituency]
SHE SAVED LIVES. NHS DESTROYED HERS.
Sue Allison spent 30 years as a breast radiographer. She was brilliant at her job. She knew what a missed cancer diagnosis looked like. And in 2012, she saw too many of them at University Hospitals of Morecambe Bay NHS Foundation Trust (@UHMBT).
Two women died. Their cancers went undetected. Sue raised the alarm.
What happened next is the @NHS playbook on repeat. She was bullied. Ostracised. Blocked from promotion. Driven out of the department she loved. Eventually she took stress leave because staying meant enduring daily professional warfare.
In 2015, the Trust pressured her into signing not one but two non-disclosure agreements, without offering her any legal advice. Sign here. Say nothing. Go away.
She didn't go away.
A tribunal later ruled the NDAs void. In 2019, Health Secretary Matt Hancock @MattHancock personally cited Sue's case as the reason the NHS needed a full ban on gagging orders used against whistleblowers. He stood at a podium and called it an injustice he was determined to end.
The ban was never enforced. Not then. Not now.
Sue settled with the Trust in 2020 for financial compensation, because fighting a 15-day tribunal would have meant selling her house. That's how the NHS wins. Not by being right. By being better funded.
She became a Trust governor in 2021, trying to push change from the inside. It didn't work. In May 2023 she resigned, citing the same bullying culture she had reported eleven years earlier.
The Trust chair thanked her for her contribution and offered her an exit interview. Presumably to discuss all the progress that hadn't happened.
After 30 years of service, Sue Allison says she will never work in the NHS again. Her reputation was systematically destroyed. She was blacklisted across the health service. Job applications years later still came with questions about the whistleblowing.
The Trust that failed its patients, silenced its staff, and invalidated its own gagging orders never faced meaningful consequences. Senior managers with questions to answer moved on to other NHS roles.
Source: @ComputerWeekly, @IndexOnCensorship, @Telegraph, @GuardianDigital
Today is St George's Day. 🏴
Your patron saint wasn't English. Your flag wasn't English either.
Here's why we claimed them both. 🏴🇬🇧
He was from Cappadocia. Modern Turkey.
A Roman soldier. The Praetorian Guard. Diocletian's personal bodyguard.
303 AD. The Emperor orders him to persecute Christians.
He refuses. Walks into the throne room. Tells the Emperor his order is cruel.
They offer him his life back. Gold. Land. His old command.
He refuses again.
23rd of April, 303. They behead him.
1,723 years ago today.
The flag was Genoese. 1099. Their navy was so feared that Barbary pirates turned home at the sight of it.
In 1190, Richard the Lionheart signed a treaty. English ships could fly the cross for protection.
We flew it so long we forgot it wasn't ours.
In 2018, the Mayor of Genoa wrote to the Queen asking for 247 years of back rent.
She didn't reply.
Edward III makes George our patron saint.
Henry V cries his name at Agincourt.
A Roman soldier from Cappadocia became the name Englishmen died for.
We didn't inherit our patron saint. We chose him. And we chose a soldier who refused.
That is your history.
This is who we are. 🇬🇧
We find what Britain has forgotten. And we tell it properly.
https://t.co/rih7iKwnvf
Be part of us. Be Proud Of Us. 🙏🇬🇧
They attacked wool. We got polyester.
Half a million tonnes of microplastic fibres enter the ocean from synthetic clothing annually.
Microplastics are now in human blood, lung tissue, and placentas.
Wool biodegrades in months.
Polyester persists for centuries.
They attacked leather. We got PVC.
PVC production releases dioxins.
The vegan leather peels within two years.
Both require petroleum.
Leather is a byproduct of food production.
It lasts decades.
It biodegrades.
The ethical alternative requires an oil well.
They attacked butter. We got margarine.
Trans fat disease for a generation.
Now on its third formulation.
Butter contains vitamins A, D, E, and K2.
Margarine contains seed oils and an ingredients list.
The butter never changed.
The butter never needed to.
They attacked beef. We got plant-based burgers.
Pea protein extracted with hexane.
Seed oils. Nineteen other ingredients. A supply chain across multiple continents.
Soy driving deforestation in Brazil at a scale that dwarfs British cattle farming.
Beef on British marginal land grows on hills that cannot grow crops.
Sequesters carbon. Fertilises without a factory.
Complete protein. Every fat-soluble vitamin. No dead zone.
In every case: the traditional animal product was nutritionally superior, environmentally lighter, and cheaper to produce.
In every case: the ethical replacement was industrially complex, petrochemically dependent, and worse for the body using it.
The ethics were the marketing.
The sheep converts upland rain into wool.
The wool goes in your coat.
Your coat keeps you dry on a Cumbrian fell in November.
Without the coat, you are wet and very cold and making poor decisions.
Without the sheep, there is no wool.
Without the wool, there is polyester.
Polyester is made of oil.
The oil sheds microplastics into the water when you wash it.
The microplastics are in the fish.
You are eating microplastics.
The sheep was not part of this problem.
The sheep was, specifically, the solution to this problem.
We replaced the solution.
Now we have the problem.
There is a species of ant that approaches the edge of another colony, kills a single worker, and then takes on the dead ant’s scent.
For ants, scent is everything. Wearing that scent, the intruder walks in with no resistance. The workers pass by without concern.
The intruder moves inward, toward the queen, then It sprays the queen with a different scent that makes the workers turn on her. Then they surround her and kill her.
The intruder does not need to fight anyone. The colony does the work itself.
Once the queen is gone, the intruder reproduces. The true invader is no longer an intruder. It is the future.
This is how ideological takeover works.
A destructive foreign ideology takes the scent of familiar ideas and walks in as if it belongs.
It speaks the native vocabulary, justice, equality, compassion, rights, progress. It uses these words and quietly changes what they point to.
Then it moves inward.
It alters how foundations are perceived. Responsibility is made to smell like cruelty, law like oppression, borders like hatred, tradition like danger, history like guilt.
At that point, the civilization turns on itself.
Its courts, universities, churches, media, and bureaucracies begin treating their own foundations as threats. They believe they are defending the system.
They are enforcing what now smells legitimate. They do not see the intruder because it sounds exactly like them.
And when the founding principles are finally removed, discredited, dismantled, erased, the foreign ideology does not need to conquer anything. It inherits what is left.
The queen is gone. The colony is no longer itself.
The most effective conquest is the one that convinces a society that its own foundations are the enemy, and that killing them is an act of virtue.
An investigation by the CAevs found that in some areas of Wales, Chinese and Thai chicken accounted for 99% of Chicken served to Welsh school children.
This is abhorrent on so many levels. Schools should be serving locally sourced whole-foods.
Karl Marx gave humanity its most murderous idea: that human suffering stems not from scarcity and the human condition, but from private property itself. This bearded parasite—who never worked a day in his life and lived off Engels' textile fortune—convinced generations that voluntary exchange was exploitation while violent redistribution was justice.
The body count speaks for itself. Stalin's forced collectivization murdered 6 million Ukrainians through engineered famine. Mao's Great Leap Forward killed 45 million through sheer economic illiteracy. Pol Pot slaughtered a quarter of Cambodia's population. And every single time, the intellectuals proclaimed it "wasn't real socialism." The pattern is identical across continents and centuries: seize private property, centrally plan production, watch millions starve.
But the intellectual foundation was always rotten. Marx's labor theory of value—the notion that labor alone creates value—was already debunked by Austrian economists like Böhm-Bawerk before the ink was dry on Das Kapital. Value is subjective, determined by individual preferences in voluntary exchange. Marx simply couldn't grasp that the capitalist performs the crucial function of time preference—sacrificing present consumption for uncertain future returns.
Even "democratic socialism" in Western Europe required massive wealth transfers from productive individuals to bureaucratic parasites, creating permanent dependency classes and stagnating growth. Venezuela had the world's largest oil reserves and still managed to create toilet paper shortages. Cuba turned a Caribbean paradise into a floating prison where doctors flee on rafts.
Every socialist experiment ends the same way: empty shelves, secret police, and intellectuals explaining why the next attempt will be different.
Had a parent-teacher conference this morning
My wife told me not to come
I came anyway
She said "please just listen and nod"
I said "I always listen"
She said "you listen like you're sitting in a boardroom looking for something to challenge"
That's how listening works
Nice classroom
Small chairs
I am 6'4" and was seated at a desk designed for someone who still believes in Santa Claus
My knees touched my chest
The teacher introduced herself
Shared her identified pronouns
I shared my identified adjectives
Smart and handsome
My wife closed her eyes
The teacher had a folder
Color-coded tabs
I respected the organization
She said our son is "a pleasure to have in class"
My wife smiled
I waited
That sentence is never the whole report
It's the executive summary before the risk section
She said "however"
There it is
She said he "asks a lot of questions"
I said "good"
She said "during quiet time"
I said "when is quiet time?"
She said "it's when students are expected to work independently and in silence"
I said "so he's the only one trying to get information and you've structured the environment to prevent it?"
My wife put her hand on my arm
I continued
The teacher said he recently told another student that "sharing pencils doesn't make sense if nobody brings their own"
I said "that's an accurate observation"
My wife squeezed harder
The teacher said she's concerned about his "resistance to group activities"
I said "he's not resistant. He just doesn't see the value of doing more work for the same grade."
The teacher said he also corrected her math on the whiteboard
I said "was he right?"
She paused
She said "that's not the point"
I said "it's a little bit the point"
My wife stood up
Sat back down
Compromise
The teacher pulled out an evaluation sheet
Categories like "works well with others" and "follows directions" and "respects classroom norms"
All subjective
Not a number on the page
I asked how these are graded
She said "based on observation"
I said "so one person's opinion with no second review?"
She said "it's professional judgment"
I said "my auditors say that too. Right before I disagree with them."
She looked at my wife
My wife said "I'm sorry about him"
I said "I'm sitting right here"
My wife said "I know"
The teacher said overall he's a bright kid and she just wants to make sure he learns to "collaborate"
I said "collaboration is important. But so is recognizing when you're the only one doing the work. He'll learn that again in college. And again in the real world. Might as well start now."
Nobody spoke
The teacher closed her folder
She said "I think we've covered everything"
I said "one more thing"
She braced herself
I said "his reading is above grade level. His math is strong. He asks hard questions and corrects mistakes when he sees them. I just want to make sure this school knows what it has."
The teacher looked at me differently
My wife looked at me differently
I said "that's all"
We left
In the car my wife was quiet
Then she said "he's turning into you"
I said "is that a good thing?"
She didn't answer
From the backseat he said "dad, why does the teacher count off for asking questions? Isn't that the whole point of school?"
I looked at my wife
She looked out the window
I said "yes. It is."
He said "I don't think she likes when I'm right"
I didn't say anything
Neither did my wife
Small chairs
Color-coded tabs
No follow-up items
But the kid's going to be fine
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If a woman sings, men will get aroused and rape her.
That’s the kind of logic running Iran. Yet some Western politicians still line up to shake hands with the Islamic Republic’s dictators as if misogyny and medieval theocracy are just another cultural difference.
My address in Spanish Parliament.
Activist: "Every time a cow breathes out it's contributing to climate change."
Farmer: "That's not quite how it works."
Activist: "Cows emit CO2 when they breathe."
Farmer: "So do you."
Activist: "Not at the same volume."
Farmer: "The CO2 a cow breathes out came from the grass it ate, which came from the atmosphere."
Activist: "It's still adding to the carbon in the air."
Farmer: "It's returning carbon that was already in the air. Via the grass. That's a cycle."
Activist: "Cycles still add up."
Farmer: "A closed cycle doesn't add up. It goes around."
Activist: "You're being evasive."
Farmer: "I'm describing photosynthesis and respiration."
Activist: "In a way that conveniently excuses your cattle."
Farmer: "In a way that's accurate. The inconvenience is coincidental."
Activist: "I'll look it up."
Farmer: "You'll find it under GCSE Biology. Chapter three, roughly."
My European partner once gave me a bicycle as a gift. I was twenty-five.
I looked at the bicycle. Then at him. Horrified.
All the time we had been together, he hadn’t really been listening.
I grew up attending a French Catholic school run by nuns. For more than a decade I wore the same white and navy uniform. We learned discipline early: how to speak, how to laugh, how to stand—even how clean our shoes should be.
At home, the rules were stricter still.
I was the oldest of three girls. Later we had a brother—but he grew up under very different rules.
If one of us made a mistake, the punishment was collective. Something we never understood. It felt profoundly unjust and drove us further away from any sense of divine fairness.
Even gifts were collective. The three of us had to share them.
We never had bicycles. Riding one was not considered ladylike.
We were not allowed to go out alone beyond the grocery store or the yard with the neighbors. Sleepovers were out of the question—except occasionally with our grandparents, and only under special circumstances.
Much of this came from my father.
Ironically, when he met my mother, she was riding a bicycle.
My father had left the Middle East at seventeen. He despised Syria’s mix of Islamist and fascist tendencies. Lebanon, he believed, was the closest the region came to the West—but it was still not Europe. That meant vigilance. Always vigilance.
My mother had a different concern.
Her goal was simple: that we become the best wives and find the best husbands.
When my shoe size passed 38… then 39… she became worried. She started calling me a tomboy. When the school principal informed her that I was an atheist, she concluded I was a hopeless case.
When I divorced for the first time, she cried with my grandmother and said they had always known—ever since I was a baby who barely slept—that I had come into this world to spite my mother.
Years later, when I began publicly speaking in defense of Israel, she cried similar tears and asked Allah: why?
Many of my Jewish female friends whose families came from Arab countries grew up in similar homes.
Which taught me something important.
This was not only religion.
It was culture—and the way Islam came to reinforce and model it.
Girls were raised to conform. To restrain themselves. To surrender their agency.
But God gave each of us a mind—and the freedom to use it.
No matter the cards we are dealt, we still make choices.
I chose freedom.
I chose to liberate my mind from the shackles of conformity.
And I submit my agency to nobody.
On this International Women’s Day, I think about the women in my family. The women of the Middle East. Women living under far harsher circumstances than I ever did—girls in Afghanistan, girls in parts of Nigeria.
And yet, I feel hope.
Because even under one of the world’s most brutal dictatorships, Iranian women rejected submission.
Their courage is already rewriting history.
May their epic liberation open the path for many others to follow.
#IranIsraelWar #InternationalWomensDay2026
How to make sunflower oil:
Grow sunflowers on industrial monoculture arable land using nitrogen fertiliser derived from the Haber-Bosch process, pesticides, fungicides, and irrigation. Harvest. Transport to facility. Apply hexane, a petroleum-derived solvent, to extract the oil from the seed mass. Heat the mixture to evaporate the hexane. Some hexane remains. This is classified as acceptable residual levels. The resulting oil is dark and foul-smelling. Refine it under high heat and pressure. Bleach it. Deodorise it at temperatures around 240 degrees Celsius. Test for colour and odour. Bottle. Label "heart healthy." Ship.
How to make butter, via Doris:
Doris grazes.
Doris is milked. The milk is cream. The cream is churned.
That's it.
The churning takes no solvents.
The churning does not require a petroleum derivative.
The churning does not produce a residue that needs to be classified as acceptable.
The churning is just churning, which humans have been doing for ten thousand years without needing a refinery.
The butter contains vitamins A, D, E and K2. It is stable at cooking temperatures. It tastes, by any available metric, magnificent.
Doris is not available for comment. She is in Brian's field again.