Mark Bonnick, Arsenal's kit man of 22 years, was FIRED in 2024 due to public posts against the clear genocide in Palestine.
Arsenal said they found his comments "there is ethnic cleansing in Gaza" provocative, and damaging the Club's reputation. Zionism. https://t.co/MBinvWNJRs
Ask any uncle that owns a restaurant: they hate the sunshine.
Growing up Bengali, I thought they were just being dramatic.
Now I run my own restaurant and I finally get it.
Heatwaves kill burger sales. People want milkshakes, not sizzling patties. Cold drinks, not steaming fries.
Last month, I watched my usually busy team waiting around for orders during lunch rush.
That's when it hit me like a punch to the gut.
This is the quiet anxiety my dad's generation has carried for decades. The seasonal dread they never talk about but always feel.
Every sunny weekend, watching revenue drop while rent stays the same.
But here's what I learned from watching my dad survive 30 years in this game:
The best don't fight the weather. They dance with it.
This summer, we completely flipped our approach at Simply Smashed.
New blended soft serve shakes made with pure ice cream. Nostalgic flavors like custard and rhubarb that transport you back to childhood summers.
New pacha drinks with coconut, mango, and passion fruit. We secured those suppliers first because that's what we do.
Our pistachio tiramisu my mum perfected for Eid? Perfect timing for hot weather dessert cravings.
And our new Peruvian Thigh burger just launched. Inspired by my Goldman Sachs office lunch days. Grilled chicken with that addictive green sauce that had me obsessing for months.
Milkshake sales jumped 40% in five weeks.
The same seasonal "problem" that used to stress me out? It's now driving innovation.
My dad taught me something without saying it: survivors don't just endure the seasons. They use them to get stronger.
That uncle who hates sunshine? He's stuck fighting the weather.
We're using it to prove why we're London's highest-rated burger joint.
Sometimes the best business advice comes disguised as family anxiety.
The wisdom was always there. I just needed to stop dismissing it as "uncle worries."