Big fan of David Niven. Watch him in my fav film ‘A Matter Of Life and Death’. All opinions and jokes on this platform are entirely for my own amusement.
10 years ago we had this ongoing joke in one of the semis of Eurovision 2016 😂😅
SVT actually tried to include this for Malmö 2013, but had to cut it out for the television show. Luckily Sweden got to host again 3 years later, because this joke only works in Sweden 😅😂
Cool little attraction! For just €2 ($2.32), you can buy a wooden ball and send it down a long 285 foot wooden track packed with fun obstacles. This is located at the top of the Imst Alpine Coaster in Austria! 🇦🇹
A Demon approaches the Devil and says.
"Dark lord, Two men from Glasgow have been sent here. What should be done with them?"
The Devil says. "Glaswegians? Their kind and are normally very friendly, helpful and honest, so we do not see many such men in my dark domain. Hang them in a cage over the lake of fire for now and I shall check on them later."
But when the Devil flew up to the cage to check on the Scotsmen, he found them happily lounging around with their shirts off.
"What is the meaning of this?" The Devil cried. "You're supposed to be in torment!"
The Glaswegians looked surprised. "Naw." They said. "It's pure quality taps aff weather here man. It's no drab an' dreech like Scotland, you know that way?"
Fuming, the Devil flew to the great thermostat of Hell and cranked it all the way to the top. And the next day, the temperature was so high that even the Demons were sweating, the stones of hell were melting and the flames from the lake of fire were leaping higher than ever before.
So the Devil was surprised when he visited the Scotsmen and found that they had somehow procured plastic lawn furniture and a couple of bottles of Buckfast tonic wine.
Raising a glass to the Devil, one of the Scotsmen said. "Hey big man, If I'd known it was so lovely an warm doon here, I'd've done a whole lot more sinning! Weather's always miserable in the Gorbals. Always freezin', ye know?"
"I see." The Devil replied, smiling though clenched teeth. "Your dismal country has given you a great love of heat. The hotter it is, the happier you are. Well, we'll see about that."
So he flew to the great thermostat of Hell once more, but this time, he turned it all the way down.
The next day, the lake of fire was frozen solid for the first time, sinners were frozen in blocks of ice and Demons huddled in corners for warmth, their teeth chattering.
But when the Devil visited the Scotsmen, he found them jumping for joy, tearfully cheering. "Scotland! SCOTLAND!!!"
The Devil's jaw dropped. "What? Why? How? I burn you and you are happy! I freeze you and you celebrate! What is wrong with you?"
One of Glaswegians turned back and said......
"Is it not obvious Big Man? Hell's frozen over this means Scotland's won the world cup!" 🏴⚽️ 🏆 😁😁
On this day in 1989: Retired British pilot and Battle of Britain veteran Jackie (Jack) Mann was kidnapped in Beirut by Islamic fundamentalists.
On the 12th May, 1989, 74-year-old Jackie Mann; a decorated RAF fighter pilot who flew Spitfires during the Battle of Britain, later became chief pilot for Middle East Airlines, and had lived in Beirut for over 40 years, was abducted in Syrian-controlled West Beirut while driving on his regular weekly trip to the bank.
His captors, the previously unknown Armed Struggle Cells (Khalaya al-Kifah al-Musallah), a group linked to pro-Iranian Shiite militants and Hezbollah, accused him of ties to British and Israeli intelligence (a claim dismissed by his wife, Sunnie). They demanded the release of Palestinian prisoners supposedly held in Britain over the 1987 murder of cartoonist Naji al-Ali; a demand based on a false premise, as no such prisoners linked to the case were in UK custody.
Mann was held in solitary confinement for 865 days (more than two years), often chained, suffering severe physical abuse, losing over 40 lbs, and enduring worsening heart, lung, and skin issues aggravated by old wartime burns. In September 1989, his wife Sunnie Mann (then 75) was told by a “completely convincing” informant in West Beirut that her husband had died in captivity. She publicly shared the news but it proved false.
"They treated me as if I were some sort of goat" he later recalled "and hit me on the head if I was in any way recalcitrant, which happened several times a day" His guards would hold a gun to his head then pull the trigger to reveal it was unloaded. His glasses were lost, which denied him the solace of reading and he resorted to endless games of patience.
He was released on the 24th September, 1991, this followed Israel’s release of 51 Shi’ite prisoners and the handover of the bodies of nine Lebanese guerrillas about two weeks earlier, part of broader negotiations that freed several Western hostages from the Beirut crisis. Mann was flown via Damascus to the UK, later received a CBE, and lived quietly until his death in 1995. His wife Sunnie, who had campaigned tirelessly for his release, died in 1992.
This incident was one of the later chapters in the long-running Beirut hostage crisis of the 1980s, amid Lebanon’s civil war and regional tensions involving Iranian-backed groups.
The Rotherhithe Tunnel really does test some drivers’ patience 😭 If you’ve ever driven through it, you know - it’s a 2-metre-wide Victorian tunnel under the Thames with a 20mph limit and absolutely no room to overtake. And yet.
📍 Rotherhithe Tunnel, London
On the night of May 5, 1944, the USS Buckley, a destroyer escort barely a year old, was prowling the mid-Atlantic west of the Cape Verde Islands when her radar pinged something on the surface 20,000 yards out.
It was U-66. A German submarine that had been terrorizing Allied shipping for two and a half years, sinking 33 ships across two oceans. She was the deadliest U-boat still at sea.
What followed is the most unhinged naval engagement of WWII.
The Buckley closed in under a moonless sky. U-66's captain, exhausted and low on fuel, mistook her silhouette for the German supply sub he'd been desperately waiting to meet. He flashed a recognition signal. The Buckley flashed a random one back. It worked just long enough.
At 600 yards, the Buckley opened fire. The U-boat answered with her 37mm flak gun, shells screaming past the bridge. Tracers lit up the ocean. The Buckley's captain, Lt. Cdr. Brent Abel, made a decision that wasn't in any manual.
He rammed her.
The Buckley's bow rode up onto U-66's forward deck and stuck there, pinning the two ships together in the middle of the Atlantic. And that's when the Germans did something no one expected.
They tried to board the American destroyer.
U-boat crewmen, some in pajamas, some barefoot, some clutching pistols, leapt from their sinking submarine up onto the Buckley's deck like 18th-century pirates. What followed was something out of Hornblower, not 1944.
The Buckley's crew, caught at point-blank range with deck guns that couldn't depress low enough, fought back with whatever they could grab:
empty shell casings hurled like bricks coffee mugs from the galley fists and boots a Thompson submachine gun swung as a club after it jammed one sailor reportedly threw a full can of coffee that knocked a German cold
Gunner's Mate Jim Brown emptied a .45 into the boarders. Officers fired sidearms from the bridge wing. A German officer climbing aboard was shot in the chest and tumbled back into the sea. Another surrendered with his hands up, mid-leap.
The two ships ground against each other for several minutes. Steel screaming, men screaming, the Atlantic black around them.
Finally the Buckley reversed engines and tore free. Then, because the U-boat was still afloat and still dangerous, Abel turned around and rammed her a second time, crushing her conning tower and rolling her onto her side.
U-66 went down at 03:39. The Buckley fished 36 surviving Germans out of the water, including the men who, twenty minutes earlier, had been trying to beat her crew to death on her own deck.
American casualties: a few cuts, bruises, and one sailor with a sprained wrist from punching a Nazi in the face.
They made fresh coffee and sailed home.