Older and more Perculier :) My last account got nuked for some reason...damn you twitter, "X", or whatever you call yourself these days....mutter....grumble..
@Gobster_Podcast The traitors who let these animals in to destroy the fabric of a countries heritage and society, attacking people like the savages they are, will reap what they sow.
Arnold Schwarzenegger crashes the Crypt Keeper’s lair in a rare 90s TV appearance on Tales from the Crypt
Arnie directed an episode of the classic horror anthology, and even dropped in himself, rocking bermuda shorts and a tight T-shirt like he’d just stepped off the set of Twins
In the 1990s, Canadian ecologist Suzanne Simard made a groundbreaking discovery that challenged everything we thought we knew about how forests work. While studying managed forests in British Columbia, she noticed something puzzling: when birch trees were removed to promote the growth of valuable Douglas firs, the firs did not flourish as expected, they actually struggled and grew more slowly.
Determined to understand why, Simard traced the movement of nutrients using radioactive carbon isotopes. What she found was astonishing. Trees were actively sharing resources through vast underground fungal networks known as mycorrhizae. These delicate, thread-like fungi connect the roots of different trees across the forest floor, forming a complex web that allows the exchange of carbon, water, nutrients, and even chemical signals, sometimes between entirely different species.
She discovered that older, larger trees often serve as central "hubs" or "mother trees," supporting younger saplings by redistributing vital resources and helping the entire ecosystem remain resilient. When these key trees are removed, the underground network weakens, and the health of the remaining forest declines.
Simard’s research overturned the traditional Darwinian view of forests as battlegrounds of ruthless competition. Instead, she revealed a far more sophisticated reality: forests operate as highly cooperative systems where trees communicate, support one another, and even warn neighboring trees about threats like drought, disease, or insect attacks.
What appears to the human eye as a silent, still forest is, in truth, a vibrant, interconnected living network, built not on isolation and rivalry, but on deep connection and mutual aid.
You were told mathematics began with the Greeks or the Arabs. 🤔
Three carved chalk drums from a Yorkshire grave might prove otherwise. 🥁🇬🇧
In 1889 they were found buried with a five year old child. For 130 years nobody knew what they were for. ⏳
Then in 2018 researchers measured them. The proportions appear to encode a standard unit of length. 📏
Wind a cord ten times around the smallest drum and you get the “long foot”, about 32cm. The same unit researchers believe was used to lay out Stonehenge. 🪨
A fourth drum later turned up over 200 miles south in Sussex. Same measurements. The chalk ones were likely replicas of working tools carved in wood. 🪵
Not in a king’s grave. Not in a treasury. Buried with a small child, so the knowledge would be remembered. 🕯️
British people were measuring the world before England had a name. 🇬🇧
Long before we had a name, this island was measuring the world.
Help us make sure that our history is never forgotten again. 👇🙏
👉 https://t.co/rih7iKwnvf 👈
Be part of us. ☝️🇬🇧
Be Proud Of Us. 🙏🇬🇧
I hope this helps just one person. I know some will say “this is a good thing…” but not always. It’s a cottage industry. Mostly a convenience for the kids and a tragedy for the parents.
Actor Rik Mayall tried to warn us all over 12 years ago. Please watch and consider.
Or do you think is it just a bit of historic entertainment which happens to be coincidentally a very accurate prediction of where we find ourselves now ?
RIP Rik Mayall
Usted vive en un planeta donde los árboles se avisan del peligro
a través de raíces que se tocan bajo la tierra.
Donde los pulpos sueñan en colores.
Donde los elefantes vuelven a los huesos de sus muertos y se quedan allí en silencio, como recordando.
Donde las abejas bailan para decirse adónde volar.
Donde las flores florecen después del fuego, como si el renacer fuera su manera de hablar.
Donde los cuervos recuerdan los rostros crueles y enseñan a sus hijos a reconocerlos.
Donde las hormigas hacen ciudades con túneles y puentes invisibles al ojo apurado.
Donde los gatos ronronean con una frecuencia que puede ayudar a sanar huesos.
Donde las ballenas cantan canciones que cruzan los océanos y cambian un poco en cada encuentro.
Donde las ardillas adoptan crías huérfanas y las cuidan como propias.
Donde los delfines se llaman entre sí por su nombre, y los caballos reconocen el sonido de una voz amiga.
Donde las mariposas recuerdan rutas de migración que sus antepasados siguieron muchos veranos atrás.
Donde los hongos crean redes infinitas bajo la tierra, ayudando a los bosques a respirar unidos.
Donde los lobos cuidan a sus mayores y cantan juntos a la luna.
Donde las luciérnagas vuelven a encender la noche para que los grillos tengan algo que cantar.
Donde los peces se agrupan para protegerse, moviéndose como si fueran un solo cuerpo.
Donde las tortugas regresan año tras año al mismo lugar donde nacieron.
Donde los árboles viejos guardan en sus anillos la historia del clima, del tiempo y del hombre.
Donde la vida, incluso en silencio, se acuerda del beso de la luz.
Usted vive ahí.
En un mundo que siente,
que cuida,
que recuerda.
Feliz día :)
The oldest roads ever found on earth are British. 🇬🇧
Rome gets the credit for roads.
But Britain had roads before Egypt had pyramids.🇬🇧
In 1970, a man named Ray Sweet was cutting peat in the Somerset Levels.
His spade hit wood.
Oak planks. Laid end to end across the marsh.
He'd just found the oldest road on earth.
Archaeologists dated the timber precisely — matching the growth rings against thousands of years of climate records.
3807 BC.
Nearly six thousand years old.
Beside it, buried in the same peat, they found a jade axe.
Not from Somerset. Not even from Britain.
From the Alps.
These people were trading across Europe six thousand years ago.
For decades, the Sweet Track was known as the oldest road ever found.
Then in 2009, archaeologists were digging next to Belmarsh Prison in London.
Four and a half metres underground.
They found timber.
Another road. Built in 4100 BC.
Three hundred years older still.
The pyramids weren't built until 2560 BC.
Britain's roads are older by more than a thousand years.
Our people. 🇬🇧
Who looked at the problem.
And solved it.
Six thousand years ago.
Did they teach you that?
Together we keep our history alive. 🇬🇧 https://t.co/rih7iKwnvf
Be part of us.
Be Proud Of Us.🇬🇧
Before England. Before Britain. Before the Romans. 🌿
There was a class of people in this island who held everything in their heads.
The Romans called them Druids. 🌳
They were the doctors. The lawyers. The judges. The astronomers. The philosophers. The poets.
All in one. In one lifetime.
They could walk between two armies about to fight and stop the battle. With a raised hand. ✋
Caesar recorded this. Strabo recorded this. Diodorus Siculus recorded this.
Three independent sources.
Caesar himself wrote that Britain was the origin of Druidism 🇬🇧
Training took up to twenty years. Medicine. Law. Astronomy. Philosophy. History. The size of the cosmos. ⭐
All of it memorised. Not one word written down.
On the sixth day of the moon a Druid in white climbed an oak tree with a golden sickle and cut the mistletoe. Others caught it in white cloth below. It must never touch the ground.
They called it the all-healing. 🌿
They believed the soul was immortal.
After death it passed from one body to the next.
The fear of death was cast aside. 💀
Once a year they marked the barrier between the living and the dead.
October the thirty-first. 🎃
Every fire across Britain was extinguished. The Arch-Druid climbed a sacred hill in gold robes and lit a single new fire.
They burned the bones of animals in it.
The bone-fire. 🔥
We call it a bonfire now.
People dressed as monsters to hide from the spirits of the dead.
We call it Halloween.
The Druids invented Halloween. 👻
In 60AD Rome came for them. Flat-bottomed boats crossed the Menai Strait. The cavalry swam alongside their horses.
On the opposite shore women in black robes brandished torches. Druids with their hands raised to heaven. Screaming curses.
Tacitus wrote that the Roman soldiers, hardened legionaries, were frozen with terror. 😨
They stood motionless. Shields not raised. Exposed to wounds.
Their commanders had to shout at them to remember they were soldiers.
They crossed. They massacred. They cut down the sacred groves.
And Britain went silent. 🌑
No buildings. No inscriptions. No graves. Their temples were forest clearings.
Everything we know about them comes from the people who destroyed them.
And yet. 🌳
Halloween. The word bonfire. The oak groves they called sacred still stand.
Be Proud Of Us. 🇬🇧
Your support goes straight into educating fellow Britons on the history they were never taught.
Be part of us: https://t.co/rih7iKwnvf
Back in 2003, a German film crew filming in the Gobi Desert captured an incredibly moving moment: after a tough two-day birth, a mother camel rejected her newborn.
A nomadic family then performed the ancient Hoos singing ritual passed down for generations.
Once the song ended, the camel shed tears and finally accepted her baby.
This powerful scene became one of the most memorable parts of the Oscar-nominated documentary The Story of the Weeping Camel.
@Maddyson2021@2ETEKA@TerriWhiti Not a chance of that Maddy, he always has the "racist" card up his sleeve to play. Council should fine him, they have the proof, then kick his arse out of the country.