It’s not ‘vegan leather’, it’s plastic.
It’s not ‘vegan wool’, it’s plastic.
It’s not ‘vegan leather’, it’s plastic.
It’s not ‘vegan fur’, it’s plastic.
It’s all plastic, and every time you wash it, or damage it, or try to dispose of it, that plastic ends up in the water, in the earth, in the air.
Meanwhile, wool is 100% renewable and biodegradable.
Reject veganism. Use wool. Save the planet.
“How do you get your coal Alastair?”
Well, the good old fashioned way. Blokes on a boat come past and deliver the coal sacks straight to the boat. Now that’s a proper job. Backbreaking too. Carrying hundreds of sacks of coal a day. The blurred figure towards the rear of the boat is a bloke with a sack of coal on his back walking along the gunwhales, which are six inches wide.
Thick ice in the gutters caused problems last night when rainwater backed up and came over the lead upstand and poured into the house. It's never happened before but I can tell you it was a night of pyjamas and wellies and very cold fingers!
@HoministPapers@HistoryGirlBW Me neither. Or working down a mine like many of my male relatives. Life was pretty awful for both sexes. What's your point?
Police called because stickers said “transwomen are real men”.
While we’re fully aware TRAs would make such a truth illegal if they could, it’s worth noting that even if you take away all the speech & all the stickers in the world, men who claim to be women will still be MEN.
A rare glimpse of Edwardian Halifax on a cold January day in 1902. Cows and horse drawn carts share the roads with electric trams, children fascinated by the camera, gentlemen in hats and ladies in long skirts. One of Britain’s earliest surviving films, now over 120 years old.
At the edge of the pavement along Caledonia Place, Clifton are 24 of these pennant stone “mounting blocks”, installed in the 1840s they were intended to assist the elite of Victorian Bristol getting in & out of horse drawn carriages. Only a few examples of them remain in England