Here it is. My manifesto for the 2026 Clacton By-Election. It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Join me, clean up Clacton and let's make 13th August Bin Day! #VoteBinface#VoteyMcVoteface#YesWeTinCan
I watched Trump’s speech at the Correspondents’ Dinner last night.
It’s hard to articulate how sad it made me.
Sad and embarrassed and exhausted.
Here is the thing about a man who is a joke. He can’t tell one.
People think humor is a talent. It isn’t. It’s a capacity. To make someone laugh you have to be able to laugh at yourself, and to laugh at yourself you have to step outside of yourself and see what everyone else sees. For one second you have to be just another person in the room.
Most people can do this by the time they are nine years old.
He has never once managed it. Not in fifty years of cameras. Not for a second.
That is not a quirk. It is a symptom. The muscle that lets you tell a joke is the same one that lets you feel what another person feels. A man who cannot survive being laughed at cannot imagine being anyone but himself. He will only ever be generous when it is photographed. He will only ever be kind when it is filmed.
There is a name for it.
So he stood up there and did what he always does. He hit down. He made jokes about people’s weight. He made jokes about their intelligence. He made jokes about how women look. He read out the names of people he doesn’t like, and mocked them. Always mocking. And when no one laughed he blamed his speech writers.
The cruelty dressed as humor has worn so thin.
And for the 30% of you still in the cult who will inevitably call me a crackhead and blame it all on my Dad, all I can say is please, for the love of God, open your eyes. Wake the fuck up. Have some dignity. Have some pride.
Joe Biden wasn’t standing at that podium last night. Donald Trump was.
And at the end of it he put on a red hat that said Trump 2028 and told the room he was running again. No one laughed because everyone knows he has no intention of leaving.
Just another joke at our expense.
The Man City case rumbles on. @SLBSN continues to be the public face of their defence, despite privately knowing / believing they cooked their books (see my TL for details and his messages to this effect). We're weeks away from a new season. Almost NINE years of investigation.
This is an absolute delight to listen to, and worth 5 minutes of anyone's time. A 94-year-old Clacton resident schools Reform UK Cllr Justin Jay out canvassing for Farage. Jay is not the brightest, claiming Farage is paying the £250k election costs, which of course is a lie.
I’m a bit baffled by the catastrophic analyses of England after World Cup. That’s two semi finals in the last three and two Euros finals in a row. We do realize that only one team can win, right?
Kevin Keegan wore his heart on his sleeve and timed his exits wonderfully - as a player ⚽️
Newcastle United was in his blood throughout his career, as @timrich001 recalls ✍️
#NUFC
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Lamine Yamal grew up the son of a Moroccan house painter and an Equatorial Guinean waitress, in a neighborhood where he was taunted as a kid and where his own father was later stabbed. Nico Williams is the son of two Ghanaians who crossed the Sahara on foot, his mother pregnant, and entered Spain as asylum seekers. Today they won the World Cup in the same arena attended by men who've built careers keeping people like their parents out.
Statement on behalf of Terry McDermott and his family
We are heartbroken by the loss of our dear friend, Kevin Keegan.
Kevin was so much more than a teammate. He was a lifelong friend whose warmth, loyalty, humour and passion for football touched so many lives. The memories they shared, both on and off the pitch, will be treasured forever.
Although Terry’s dementia means he is no longer able to express his feelings publicly, we know how much Kevin meant to him and how deeply this loss would have affected him.
Our thoughts and prayers are with Jean, Laura, Sarah and all of Kevin’s family at this incredibly sad time. We hope they find comfort in the love and respect being shown for Kevin by so many people.
Kevin was one of football’s true greats, but to Terry he was, above all, a cherished friend.
He will be greatly missed and never forgotten. #nufc #lfc
Rest in peace, Kevin Keegan 🕊️
Double Ballon d’Or winner, back-to-back in 1978 and 1979. Football icon.
Our thoughts are with his family and loved ones.
It might be hard for people who saw only the drama of Kevin Keegan's managerial career to appreciate what a megastar he was in the 1970s and early 80s.
A self-made working-class hero and glamorous with it.
Very sad to think of English football without him.
I still think about this moment. Kevin Keegan fronting up to Toon fans after the shock sale of Andy Cole to Man Utd in 1995.
He owned the decision, and felt he owed them an explanation.
Months later @alanshearer arrived and history changed forever.
So sad to hear Kevin Keegan has died. Great footballer, terrific manager and a lovely bloke. Beloved in England and Germany and respected all over the world. Also, frankly, responsible for perhaps the greatest photo op of Tony Blair’s career in the mid 90s. Most of our team were scared TB would not be able to handle head tennis. Kevin assured me the night before “don’t worry …. So long as he gets it within a few feet of me I will land it back on his head.” He did RIP
We are deeply saddened by the passing of the legendary Kevin Keegan and mourn his loss. His indomitable spirit and remarkable contribution will be forever etched in our history and his legacy will live on.
Rest in peace, Kevin. 1951-2026