Well, 42 years on and we’re still full of the ferocious beauty of life, thanks to the songs, the soulmates we have lost along the way, and the new ones that have stepped up so we can all share the music to this day. Christ knows we need it.
An evening with Charlie Mulgrew 🍀
Tickets are starting to go fast for our upcoming night with Charlie Mulgrew on the 7th of November.
Non members are welcome to attend this evening as we look to have one of our most enjoyable nights yet.
Michelle Mone must be removed from the House of Lords and be made to repay the £187 million she owes the taxpayers. Michelle Mone and her husband, Doug Barrowman, should be in jail for fraud.
RT if you agree.
The Pogues “Streams of Whiskey” On The Old Grey Whistle Test, 1986.
From their 1984 debut Red Roses for Me. Shane MacGowan & the crew at their finest. Pure Celtic punk rock.
Peter Scarff , a young man taken too soon at the age of 24 .
He played 112 games for Celtic , scoring 55 goals , winning the Scottish Cup in 1931 .
“I wonder if the crowds ever miss me " he once said. 🍀
BREAKING: Chef José Andrés HUMILIATES Elon Musk after the MAGA billionaire threw a massive hissy fit over a journalist daring to call out his bullsh*t to his face!
This one really got under his thin skin...
"Elon drink a glass of water before you tweet…you may build rockets and satellites and cars and anything else you want…and we thank you!" Andrés wrote on X. "but you can not call a great journalist that actually ask you good questions and enemy to humanity! You sound and act like a tyrant….change!"
He was responding to a tweet in which Musk accused The Economist's Zanny Minton Beddoes of being a "traitor to the west" after she repeatedly embarrassed him during a sit-down interview by dismantling his lies and exposing his ignorance.
She stated that it was "irresponsible" for him to spread right-wing misinformation to his 240 million followers on X and took him to task specifically for his deranged efforts to paint the United Kingdom as some kind of rape-riddled Islamic caliphate.
During one particularly contentious moment in the conversation, a visibly upset Musk sputtered that "more people hate you and the media more than you realize."
Musk, who is addicted to X just as much as he's allegedly addicted to ketamine, saw Andrés' tweet and reacted about as well as one might expect. He was clearly in a poor mood, perhaps in part because his brief stint as a trillionaire recently ended when the value of his SpaceX stock plummeted.
"You’re an asshole," Musk replied, showcasing his trademark lack of wit and nonexistent impulse control.
For the record, Andrés is not an "asshole" and his nonprofit World Central Kitchen has helped provide over 600 million meals to people worldwide. 313 million meals of those meals were delivered to Gaza, which is currently facing a genocide at the hands of an Israeli government, backed by Donald Trump, who Elon Musk helped elect.
When history compares these two men, Andrés will be seen as a true Christian who embodied the teachings of Jesus Christ. For all of his prattling about "western civilization," Musk will be remembered as a man who greedily hoovered up wealth for himself, allegedly sexually harassed women, and installed a fascist pedophile in the Oval Office.
Please ❤️ and share if you stand with Chef José Andrés!
They did not clear a village on the Isle of Rum. They cleared the island. All of it. In one go.
In 1826 almost the entire population of Rum, around three hundred people, was put on ships and sent to Nova Scotia. Not moved to the coast. Not resettled on poorer ground. Removed. The island was emptied of the people who had lived on it for generations, and it was restocked with eight thousand sheep.
A man who watched them go wrote that the wailing from the shore was so loud it could be heard over the sound of the sea, and that the dogs the families had been forced to leave behind swam out after the boats until they drowned.
Think about what an island is. It is not just a place people happen to live. It is a closed world with its own graveyard, its own names for every rock and pool and hollow, its own way of speaking, its own memory. When you empty an island you do not just displace families. You end a world. Every place name that only those people knew, every song only they sang, every story that only made sense if you were standing in the right glen, gone in a single summer.
And the descendants of those three hundred are scattered across Canada and beyond right now, many of them with no idea that their family once belonged to a specific green strath under a volcanic ridge in the Inner Hebrides, a place they could walk today and not recognise.
Rum is beautiful now. Empty and wild and protected. Tourists photograph it and call it unspoiled.
It is not unspoiled. It is bereaved.
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