Art Fein's Poker Party was a legendary Los Angeles public access show that aired over 1,000 episodes between 1984 and 2008. The massive archive of interviews and performances are accessible on multiple YouTube channels.
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Rayner's £182,000 Masterclass In Hypocrisy
Angela Rayner spent years telling the country that MPs' second jobs were a racket. In March 2023 she wrote that being an MP "isn't a second job. It is the job." Labour, she promised, would put an end to the practice. Eighteen months later she resigned from Cabinet in disgrace over her own financial affairs. Within a year she had earned £182,376 from speeches, book advances and a severance payment she had no obligation to keep. Then she walked straight back into the job she had left.
The figures are not subtle. She earned £104,000 from speaking fees in ten months, on top of an MP's salary that rose to £98,599 in April. She took £61,500 as a book advance for a memoir about her own life. She kept a £16,876 exit payment while Wes Streeting, reappointed to Cabinet the same week, is serving his first three months for nothing.
One fee stands apart from the rest. Propertymark, a trade body representing the property sector, paid Rayner £20,000 for a two-hour speaking engagement. That is £10,000 an hour, from an industry lobby group, paid to a former Housing Secretary weeks before she was reappointed Housing Secretary. Nobody pays that rate for after-dinner charm. They pay it for access, and they got exactly what they paid for. This is not a speaking fee. It is a retainer with a lectern attached.
The woman collecting these cheques left the department with a housebuilding record to be ashamed of. Official figures published by the Ministry of Housing in November show England delivered 208,600 net additional dwellings in 2024-25, a fall of 6 per cent on the year before. New build completions dropped from 198,610 to 190,600. Labour's manifesto promised 1.5 million homes over the Parliament, a rate of 300,000 a year. Rayner delivered barely two-thirds of that. Housebuilding did not accelerate under her stewardship. It slowed.
She has an answer ready for all of it. The severance payment was earned, she told BBC Radio 5 Live, because she had genuinely left government for a period of time. That defence collapses under its own logic. The payment exists to cushion ministers against sudden unemployment. Rayner was not unemployed. She was the best-paid backbencher in Britain, drawing more from four speeches than most of her constituents earn in three years.
Joanna Marchong of the think tank Onward put it plainly: Rayner built her brand attacking Tory sleaze and demanding a ban on MPs' outside earnings, then pocketed £180,000 the moment the rules stopped applying to her. Lee Anderson called her year out a good little earner. Both are right, and neither goes far enough. The deeper failure sits in the housing numbers, where the gap between rhetoric and delivery is measured not in pounds but in homes that were never built.
Labour came to power promising a government that would look different from what came before it. Rayner's year off shows how quickly that promise curdles into the same old story: rules for the public, exemptions for the powerful, and a lobby group's cheque book standing in for genuine accountability. She missed her housing target by a third and was rewarded with reappointment. She broke her own stated principle on second jobs and was rewarded with £182,376. The voters who elected this government on a promise of change deserve to know that the change stopped at the Cabinet door.
"Rayner's year off shows how quickly that promise curdles into the same old story: rules for the public, exemptions for the powerful"
She had no GPS. No cell phone. No one waiting for her on the other side of the ocean...
Just a motorcycle, a stack of paper maps, and a decision she'd made after a year that had knocked her flat.
In October 1982, Elspeth Beard was 23 years old, three years into an architecture degree, and freshly out of a relationship that hadn't ended well. She didn't know exactly what she wanted. But she knew what she didn't want — to stay still.
So she shipped her secondhand 1974 BMW R60/6 across the Atlantic to New York City, flew over to meet it, and got on.
She'd spent months before the trip tearing that bike apart and putting it back together, teaching herself its every bolt and cable from a Haynes manual. There would be no mechanic waiting for her in the Australian outback or the mountains of Nepal. If something broke, she was the one who'd fix it.
From New York, she rode west. Across the United States. Up into Canada. Down through Mexico. Each border a new set of unknowns, each night a new place to sleep.
Her bike crossed the ocean again, this time toward Australia. She arrived with almost nothing left in her pocket — she worked pub shifts by night and picked up architecture work by day, saving every bit she could for the next stretch of road.
Then came the outback.
On a remote stretch of dirt in Queensland, her bike caught a pothole and threw her. She woke up in a hospital bed with a serious concussion. Doctors wanted her to rest.
She fixed the bike instead, and kept going.
In Singapore, thieves took her documents and her gear. Six weeks of her life went into rebuilding what she'd lost from scratch — paperwork, supplies, momentum.
In Thailand, a dog ran into her path. She crashed into a tree. A local farming family found her, took her in, and cared for her for a week — feeding her, tending to her, communicating entirely through gesture, because neither side spoke the other's language.
She caught hepatitis. She caught dysentery. In India, she collided with a cow on the road. In Punjab, in the tense and dangerous days following Indira Gandhi's assassination, she had to talk and maneuver her way past checkpoints just to keep moving.
Nepal. Pakistan. Iran. Turkey. Long stretches where a breakdown could have meant real trouble, and no one was coming to help.
She handled it all herself, one repair, one border, one bad day at a time.
In November 1984 — just over two years and 35,000 miles after she'd left — Elspeth Beard rode back into England.
She became known as the first British woman to circle the globe on a motorcycle, solo.
Almost nobody noticed. No press lined up for her. Friends struggled to grasp what she'd actually done. She packed her journals and photographs into a cardboard box, put it in a cupboard, and didn't open it again for more than twenty years.
But the story didn't stay buried.
Today, Elspeth Beard is an award-winning architect. She still has that same BMW. She lives in a Victorian water tower she spent years rebuilding with her own two hands — the same instinct that got her through the outback and across three continents.
When people ask what the trip taught her, her answer doesn't need dressing up... She learned there wasn't much she couldn't handle, if she was willing to start before she felt ready.
#archaeohistories
This is what corporate corruption looks like in real life, a company that leaks about 100 million litres of water per day, cuts off the water supply to its customers, shareholders bled the company dry, massive lack of investment, incompetent management, sweating the assets…. and in and on…
Govt should put an end to customers misery and seize control, today..
The Yamaha Racing Heritage Club brought our past and present together at the 2026 Yamaha Racing Experience in Misano.
Giacomo Agostini, Carlos Lavado and Luca Cadalora returned to the track alongside the bikes that defined their careers, while our current WorldSBK and EWC riders got the rare chance to experience some of Yamaha’s legendary two-stroke Grand Prix machinery for themselves 🏍️💨
Get your two-stroke fix by watching the full video here 👉 https://t.co/7hwohJNWp1
#YamahaRacing | #YRHC | #YamahaRacingExperience
"Watchdog accused of ‘giving away’ billions of litres of spring water to foreign bottling giants."
Yep the EA are up to their old tricks again. The EA are charging Coca-Cola £6,070 a year to abstract water from the north of England which Coca-Cola then sells for £30 million.
Did I mention that according to the EA by 2050 in England we will need to find another 5 billion litres of water per day just to keep our taps running and to try and save our chalk streams.
What a hoax of a regulator.
https://t.co/i4R1bahBuz
One of punk’s most significant events took place 50 years ago today when the Buzzcocks performed for the first time and, according to historian Jon Savage, the Sex Pistols debuted “Anarchy In The U.K.”
It was the second of two legendary Sex Pistols gigs at Manchester’s Lesser Free Trade Hall, organized by Buzzcocks members Howard Devoto and Pete Shelley.
In the audience were fans who became inspired to shape the UK’s future post-punk and indie scenes: Ian Curtis, Peter Hook, and Bernard Sumner (who would go on to form Joy Division and later New Order), Mark E. Smith (the Fall), Alan McGee (Creation Records), and Tony Wilson (Factory Records).
The crowd at the first show on June 4 was smaller (and Solstice opened because the Buzzcocks weren’t ready), but it included some of the same figures, along with Morrissey (the Smiths), Mick Hucknall (Simply Red), and Steve Diggle (who would later join the Buzzcocks).
The story of these influential gigs was told in David Nolan’s book and documentary ‘I Swear I Was There.’
I feel sad seeing newly planted trees in London dying or dead. It doesn’t take much to come out with a watering can or bucket once or twice a week to keep them alive. Please share. Encourage people to look after what little nature we have.
The Adverts' 1977 track "Great British Mistake" Originally recorded for a Peel Session in August 1977, the song serves as the closing track of their debut album, Crossing the Red Sea with The Adverts.
This will put the biggest smile on your face. Espresso Martini was poisoned 6 weeks ago and left with no mobility.
We've been working very hard and she is just back from the big hospital.
A slightly longer watch today but trust me this one is worth it!