Yes, @UKLabour MP tulip siddique has an international warrant for her arrest but her fellow mohamedan @ukhomeoffice secretary @ShabanaMahmood has failed to arrest and deport her.
Report that Karen
3 loads 🧺 down, 2 to go
1 caravan cleaned, 💩 decanted having had 3x 13yo boys in all week (Twas everything I dreamed and more🤢)
Swear I heard washing machine groan after fishing out all the shit in it 🚄🖊️🔌 and loading it up again
They’ve had fun ☺️
Right, now hog roast!
Yes former @UKLabour mp in @joshsimonsmp engineered a coup resigning his seat to install bus conductor in chief @andyburnham in no 10 snd was rewarded with a job in no10 at twice the money.
Report that Karen.
Derbyshire Constabulary
#Missing | Missing Long Eaton teenager | Reference 1157-030926
We are concerned for the safety of missing teenager Daisy.
The 15-year-old was last seen at her home in Long Eaton at around 2pm yesterday (3 September).
It is believed that she may have travelled to Nottingham city centre – but also may have made her way to Derby.
Daisy is around 5ft 1ins tall, with shoulder length dyed orange hair, and was last seen wearing a pair of light grey jogging bottoms, a cream jacket, a pair of leopard print trainers and was carrying a small black handbag.
Anyone who has seen Daisy, or has any information about her current whereabouts, is asked to contact Derbyshire Constabulary using any of the below methods, including reference 1157-030926:
Police Scotland Midlothian
Officers are concerned for the whereabouts of Amy Brockie who is 14 years old and is missing from the Newtongrange area. She has been missing since 13:30 hrs Tuesday 1st September 2026.
Amy is described as being 5 feet 5 inches tall, white Scottish in appearance, with long dark straight hair. She was last seen wearing black leggings and a crop top.
If you have any information that could assist in tracing Amy, please contact 101 quoting reference 1400 of 2nd September 2026.
@GBNEWS Common sense, duty of candour or care are something sadly lacking in the senior management structure of that force.
I feel for the hard working frontline officers and staff that have that utter car crash running them.
The people of Rouen bought the right to eat butter in Lent, and the money built a tower that is still standing.
Lent meant no meat, no eggs, no cheese and no butter, because all four came off an animal. That is workable in the south of Europe, where you cook in olive oil and always have. In Normandy there was no olive oil. There were cows, there was rain, and there was butter in everything, and the alternative fat available to an ordinary household for six weeks of the year was nothing at all.
So the Church sold dispensations. Pay the fee, get the permission, keep the butter.
Enough of Rouen paid that the cathedral put the proceeds into building work. The foundation stone of the south west tower went down in 1485. It was finished in 1506, it cost 24,750 livres tournois, and it has been called the Tour de Beurre ever since, by everybody, including the cathedral.
You can stand in the square in Rouen this afternoon and look at two hundred and fifty feet of Flamboyant Gothic that exists because a city refused to give up butter for six weeks and was willing to pay for the exemption in cash.
A population under enormous religious pressure would rather hand over money than hand over the butter, which is a vote, taken across a whole city, on how much the stuff was worth to people who worked outdoors and needed the calories.
And the institution took the money. It had defined butter as an indulgence, forbidden it on that basis, and then priced it. Nobody was pretending the fat was dangerous. They were selling access to a thing everybody wanted and everybody knew was good.
Six centuries later the fat is on trial again, on a different charge, in a different building, and every generation that runs this argument is convinced it is the first one to have the idea.
At least the medieval version gave you a receipt, and a tower.
One of the ‘exclosures’ on the farm.
This one is 100 square metres of willow, with a little alder.
In time the cattle (and deer) will browse along the fence.
I’ll make tree hay for winter.
FOR SALE: White Privilege Card
Over 50 years old, but still in mint condition. Never been used.
Reason for selling: It’s never done a bloody thing for me.
No free university.
No free healthcare.
No free food.
No free housing.
No free anything.
I’ve had to go to work every day of my life while paying a boatload of taxes to fund a system that seems increasingly determined to reward those who don’t.
Cash preferred.
But I’d consider an exchange for a Victim Card.
They seem to be far more widely accepted these days—and apparently come with considerably more benefits. 😂