Back to making 5 people laugh a dad in the world, from a sample size of 1. Trying to achieve the perfect hollandaise! Front right - favourite hob ring.
“In Italy for thirty years under the Borgias, they had warfare, terror, murder, and bloodshed, but they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci, and the Renaissance. In Switzerland, they had brotherly love, they had five hundred years of democracy and peace, ..."
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A reminder
The IRA murderers watched him place the baby in a carry cot on the back seat of his car.
They waited till he got in the drivers seat then opened fire from behind the vehicle in the full knowledge that the bullets would pass through the baby before killing her dad.
There are scum in this world who think the IRA were freedom fighters.
They were cold blooded killers
Mum tried everything to get him to tidy his room. Then Dad walked in with the one threat no teenager ever wants to hear. Classic British humour was built differently 😂
My dear Stephen,
How lovely to see you marking the sixtieth. One of the darkest days in our history, etched in the memory of the nation, a community of such strength. All true. And all of it happening to somebody else.
Here is the part your tribute left in the drawer. The tribunal found the Coal Board wholly to blame and said the disaster "could and should have been prevented". The Coal Board then demanded £250,000 from the disaster fund to clear the tip that killed them. The fund, raised by public donation for the families, handed over £150,000.
Your party's government applied the pressure, in secret. George Thomas objected, then folded, and leaned on the trustees until they folded too. The Charity Commission sat on its hands. Nobody was prosecuted.
It took thirty years to give it back. In July 1997 Ron Davies, your party's first Welsh Secretary of that spell, returned the £150,000 without interest and without inflation, and conceded the demand should never have been made.
So yes. Remembering is lovely. Your lot billed the bereaved for clearing the mine's own tip.
Twenty three likes. Five retweets. And looking more like your father every year.
Do carry on, pet.