Stephen Dodwell

Deffo woke.

[Stephen Dodwell @SteveDodwell]

@GWRHelp can't book tickets due to blah blah...... How long 'til you are up and running again?

[andy peacock @AndyPeacock999]

@Harryslaststand Alan Bennett

[Stephen Dodwell @SteveDodwell]

@peter_akister Wow, what is it?

[Stephen Dodwell @SteveDodwell]

@kenda11fella @TheSteveBenson "Rolling and undulating" course. Go for it! Good luck.

[★ yas ★ @yasminesummanx]

The metal scene is rife with toxic masculinity and bro culture at the moment.

I need you guys to understand just how big it is that Caleb is an openly gay man making metal music.

I am so incredibly proud of him.

[Stephen Dodwell @SteveDodwell]

@thetravellintom @ShitChester First stadium/match there for me. ~1970

[Candice Holmes @hol40900]

The King departs in gold. No election. No tax on his billions. No answers on Andrew. £86m a year for this. While you struggle, the crown glitters. Abolish it. 👑🚫

[Stephen Dodwell @SteveDodwell]

@onmilonmil Good effort!

[Dr S P Newman @W12Newman]

@DPJHodges chaos like this Waiting lists down, small boats down, immigration down, borrowing down, inflation down, min wage up, workers rights up, relations with eu healing, defence spending up, renter rights up, kids in poverty down, right policy re Iran. All a bit dull but useful.

[Simon Evans @DrSimEvans]

Wind and solar have now beaten fossil fuels in Great Britain for a record 15 months in a row

Just a decade ago, fossil fuels were generating four times more than wind + solar

Now that's flipped: Since the Iran war, wind and solar generated twice as much as fossil fuels

[Newquay AFC @newquay_afc]

17 Cubs, one Mount Wise tour, and a lot of questions for the gaffer.

The 1st Newquay Cubs came down to the ground last night for a proper look behind the scenes at their local club. They got the full tour of the ground, clubhouse and changing rooms before heading into the First Team dressing room for a Q&A with Shaun Middleton, who took everything they threw at him.

Then came the Newquay AFC quiz, which got competitive pretty quickly. Everyone did brilliantly but Gwen topped the leaderboard and went home with a football signed by the First Team coaches. Top effort, Gwen.

Big thanks to our U8s and the events team for running the evening and making the Cubs feel at home. And to SMH Civils for sorting the food, drinks and prizes.

This is how we do it at Mount Wise. Opening the doors, getting young people involved, and showing them their football club belongs to them as much as anyone. Being part of Newquay isn't a side project for us, it's the whole point.

If you have a group who would like to come up to Mount Wise contact us at [email protected].

Up the Mints

#UpTheMints #UTM #ThisIsHowWeRise #newquayafc #newquay #nonleague #cornwall #nonleaguefootball #grassrootsfootball #lovenewquay

[Yanis Varoufakis @yanisvaroufakis]

IN PRAISE OF FRANCESCA ALBANESE

There is a question that visits me in the small hours, when sleep will not come and the mind turns over old stones. The question is this: “What would I have done in the 1930s, on the morning after Kristallnacht?"

Not what I say I would have done. Not what I hope I would have done. But what would I actually have done—when the trains began to run, when the neighbours grew quiet, when the cost of decency became the loss of everything?

Most of us, I think, would have done little. Not from malice. From fear. From the soft, creeping conviction that someone else will speak, that the situation is complex, that we must be 'reasonable'. Lest we forget, the ordinary is the extraordinary's alibi. And how we have clung to that alibi! How we still cling to it!

And then, every once in a terrible while, someone appears who does not cling. Someone who steps forward when others step back. Someone who speaks the name of the thing when everyone else is busy naming something else.

Francesca Albanese is that someone.

She stands before the world—alone, unarmed, armed only with law and language and a rare courage—and she says what the centrists will not say, what the foreign ministries will not say, what the editorial boards will not say. She says: "This is a genocide. And we are watching it happen."

Do not tell me that is hyperbole. Do not tell me the term is contested. She has not used it lightly. She has used it as a physician arrives scientifically at a diagnosis—not to wound, but to warn. Not to inflame, but to name.

And for that, they have come for her. Oh, how they have come for her. Smears. Investigations. Vicious editorials. Frozen bank accounts. Dispossession of the only apartment she had ever owned. The machinery of the respectable turned to crush her. Because the respectable cannot abide what she represents: a mirror held up to their complicity.

Let us, once again, travel back to the 1930s. Back to the few who stood up when the trains began to run laden with Jewish people.

There was Aristides de Sousa Mendes, a Portuguese consul in Bordeaux. He defied his own government. He signed thousands of visas, by hand, for hours, until his fingers bled. He saved more lives than Schindler. And he died penniless, disgraced, erased.

There was a German officer in Warsaw named Wilm Hosenfeld. He hid a Jewish pianist in the rubble. He did not save thousands. He saved one. But that one—Władysław Szpilman—carried the memory. And memory is "the only haven from which we cannot be expelled."

There was Raoul Wallenberg. There were the villagers of Le Chambon. There were the anonymous, the quiet, the furious few who said: “Not on my watch.”

Francesca Albanese is their heir. Not because she carries a gun. Not because she hides refugees in her basement. But because she does something equally dangerous in a world that has perfected the art of not seeing. She sees. And she speaks.

She does not speak as a diplomat. Thank Goodness she doesn't! Diplomats have given us the language of "there are arguments on both sides" and "restraint" and "proportionality." Diplomatic language is the perfumed grave of moral clarity. No, she speaks as a jurist. As a human being. As a woman who has looked into the abyss and refused to call it a "complex geopolitical landscape".

Edna O'Brien once described a character who "had the recklessness of those who have already lost everything worth losing." Francesca Albanese has not lost everything. She has her dignity, her office, her voice, her family. But she has calculated the cost of speaking truth to power. And she has decided that that cost is infinitely less than the cost of silence.

What is that cost? Let us name it. She has been called antisemitic—she, who stands on the ground of international law forged in the ashes of Auschwitz and the fires of Nuremberg. She has been called a conspiracy theorist—she, who cites every source, every footnote, every UN resolution. She has been called naive—she, who understands better than most the machinery of realpolitik.

These accusations are not arguments. They are the spittle of the threatened. Because Francesca Albanese threatens something very precious to the powerful: the right to commit atrocity without being named.

Friends, the 1930s did not arrive with jackboots and pogroms on day one. They arrived in small increments. With "reasonable" restrictions. With "proportional" measures. With the silence of the respectable.

We tell ourselves that we would have been different. That we would have been Sousa Mendes. That we would have been Wallenberg. But most of us, I fear, would have been the neighbours who later said, "I didn't know."

Francesca Albanese knows. And she refuses to pretend otherwise.

So let us praise her. Not with statues or awards she does not seek. But with something harder: with our own refusal to look away. With our own voices, raised in places that are safe for us but dangerous for her. With our own bodies, if it comes to that.

A brave woman, who was injured while demonstrating outside a US nuclear military base in 1982, the infamous Greenham Common, had told me that "the heart is a hunter for what it cannot have." But I say the heart is a hunter for what it will not lose. And what we will not lose is the memory of those who stood up when standing up cost everything.

Francesca Albanese is standing up now. In our time. In our name. Under our indifferent sky.

Let us stand with her.

Not tomorrow. Not when it is safe. Now.

[Extract from a speech in Athens on Sunday 3rd May 2026]

[Stephen Dodwell @SteveDodwell]

@PlatinumAl @comconliverpool @TheAquabats Quality!

[Stephen Dodwell @SteveDodwell]

@gnome_alice @MumbrianSpinner 20 Players tipped for me please...

[Stephen Dodwell @SteveDodwell]

@PlatinumAl @comconliverpool Who did you decide to go as, in the end? Photos?

[William A.C.L @wacl3795]

@The_Forty_Four Thank fuck. Maybe now Sky and ITV and everyone else can focus on the other 23 championship clubs

[Frank Place 🇬🇧🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 @BotFinderUK]

True dat

[Stephen Dodwell @SteveDodwell]

@cameowilts @OctopusEnergy They did that to me as well. Then overnight tried to triple the amount they would take. Cancelled the DD and set up my own standing order. You have more "personal" control with a SO than DD

[Stephen Dodwell @SteveDodwell]

@solisolsoli @oo_Socrates82 Maybe it's time to post this again.

[soli @solisolsoli]

Happy International Workers’ Day! Together and Strong.