I don't have dual citizenship
I don't carry 2 passports
I don't have wider family overseas
I don't believe in the concept of an 'Umma' overriding nationhood
I have one place and one place only that is my home: Britain
I work here and pay far more into my country than I ever take from it
But the political elites are giving it away to people who don't call it home, who don't particularly like it and who are increasingly controlling it like a gang terrorises and runs its corners
People who will chew Britain up, spit it out and regurgitate its riches
People who can then move back to their lands of origin, join their wider family with the wealth they have accrued from our system, that generations have built, and could never have garnered off their own backs, fattened on our welfare and weakness
And we Brits will be left with nothing
While every foreign crook has his villa back home, every black market worker who contributes zero in tax here but is building a beach villa in their third world country, and every net claimant and their offspring I have supported every pay day will enjoy comparative opulence in their home countries, when they have finished feeding off the British economy
And all we will have left is a memory of what once was, and never will be again.
The Canadian Premier League Final in Ottawa was played as temperatures dropped to −8°C. Snow kept delaying the match, with field lines being cleared every 15 minutes. Insane.
@iamtomskinner@chris_davies You keep plugging away as will i.
A shame them hammers had a bit more quality that the super hoops today, but hey ho were after playoff spot,
keep boshing
I’m sat in the pub, scrolling X — which I know is basically like drinking lighter fluid and wondering why your throat’s on fire — but even allowing for inflation and algorithmic hysteria, I’m getting genuinely angry at the country I live in. Every other post is either “prepare for war with Russia,” “food bills up again,” “energy prices rising (again),” or two-tier policing and justice so obvious it’s stopped pretending to be accidental.
And presiding over all of this is Old Keef — yes, Keir Starmer — apparently positioning himself to quietly, politely, responsibly hand the whole bloody country back to the EU while insisting it’s “not rejoining, just aligning,” in the same way jumping back into an ex’s bed is apparently “just a cuddle.”
Ninety-five percent of MPs lie as easily as they blink. The remaining five percent either get smeared, silenced, or politely ignored. The opposition doesn’t oppose — it manages decline, nods along, and offers the political equivalent of a shrug and a laminated leaflet. Nothing is challenged. Nothing is fixed. Everything is “complex,” except the bills landing on kitchen tables.
Families are struggling. Not “tightening belts,” not “adjusting expectations” — struggling. Food shops are now tactical operations. Energy bills read like ransom notes. And while this is happening, Parliament debates absolute bollocks as if the country isn’t creaking at the seams.
We get a bit of snow — not a blizzard, not the Ice Age, just a Yorkshire inconvenience — and the nation panics. Schools shut, shelves empty, chaos everywhere. Meanwhile Icelandic countries carry on functioning like adults because they still understand preparation, resilience, and not losing their collective shit at the first sign of adversity.
So what the fuck happened to us?
This is a country that endured the Blitz, rationing, blackouts, strikes, winters that actually tried to kill you. A country built on grit, dark humour, and the refusal to be cowed. People spilled blood for this place — not so future governments could outsource sovereignty by stealth while telling us it’s for our own good.
I used to love this country. Truly love it.
Now I’m watching it being hollowed out by liars, cowards, managerial politicians, and a public class trained to accept less and clap politely while it happens.
The problem isn’t Russia.
It isn’t the weather.
It isn’t even the economy.
The problem is we’ve forgotten who the hell we are — and the people in charge are banking on us never remembering.
LONDON TUBE: WOMEN STAND, MEN SIT
Call me crazy but once upon a time, British men would offer their seat to a woman on public transport.
The imported generation of men do not share those same values.
This scene epitomises that statement.
I find it unpardonable that Ryanair has refused to refund Stephen Crean , 61, who couldn’t take a flight to Austria to watch his beloved Nottingham Forest due to his mutiple knife injuries incurred courageously saving the lives of passengers on that Huntington train.
Ryanair simply, and cruelly, told him that he should have taken out insurance cover.
Memo to Mr O’Leary; This is a time that you should tell your people to throw the commercial rule book out the window , embrace a hero, make the refund and offer to fly him around Europe for free all next year.
We need more Mr Creans and less jobsworths who don’t understand what courage looks like.
One day a Mr Crean might save one of your family or one of your colleagues.