Train home from Preston to Poppleton. 2.5hr journey time, no access to a toilet.
Got off at Halifax, no working toilet in the station.
Find a toilet? Walk into town - Nearest place? a pub, with sign.. toilets for customers only. Shite.
#northernrail#taxpayersmoney#fuckingshite
@goodfoodgal Look it up perhaps? Good for baby and parents to bond with skin to skin contact, obviously baby just born so needs blanket for warmth too, see hat. Why do you care? What business of yours is it?
Do better, find real things to be angry about, there's plenty to choose from.
@FAGRTech one of my parents is struggling with access to the Matchday app. When they try to create password a page comes up saying it is blank and blocked.
Is this something to do with the users own personal settings? not sure what they need to do to fix this? Can you help pls.
A British writer penned the best description of Donald Trump I’ve ever read:
“Why do some British people not like Donald Trump?”
A few things spring to mind. Trump lacks certain qualities which the British traditionally esteem. For instance, he has no class, no charm, no coolness, no credibility, no compassion, no wit, no warmth, no wisdom, no subtlety, no sensitivity, no self-awareness, no humility, no honour and no grace – all qualities, funnily enough, with which his predecessor Mr. Obama was generously blessed. So for us, the stark contrast does rather throw Trump’s limitations into embarrassingly sharp relief.
Plus, we like a laugh. And while Trump may be laughable, he has never once said anything wry, witty or even faintly amusing – not once, ever. I don’t say that rhetorically, I mean it quite literally: not once, not ever. And that fact is particularly disturbing to the British sensibility – for us, to lack humour is almost inhuman. But with Trump, it’s a fact. He doesn’t even seem to understand what a joke is – his idea of a joke is a crass comment, an illiterate insult, a casual act of cruelty.
Trump is a troll. And like all trolls, he is never funny and he never laughs; he only crows or jeers. And scarily, he doesn’t just talk in crude, witless insults – he actually thinks in them. His mind is a simple bot-like algorithm of petty prejudices and knee-jerk nastiness.
There is never any under-layer of irony, complexity, nuance or depth. It’s all surface. Some Americans might see this as refreshingly upfront. Well, we don’t. We see it as having no inner world, no soul. And in Britain we traditionally side with David, not Goliath. All our heroes are plucky underdogs: Robin Hood, Dick Whittington, Oliver Twist. Trump is neither plucky, nor an underdog. He is the exact opposite of that. He’s not even a spoiled rich-boy, or a greedy fat-cat. He’s more a fat white slug. A Jabba the Hutt of privilege.
And worse, he is that most unforgivable of all things to the British: a bully. That is, except when he is among bullies; then he suddenly transforms into a snivelling sidekick instead. There are unspoken rules to this stuff – the Queensberry rules of basic decency – and he breaks them all. He punches downwards – which a gentleman should, would, could never do – and every blow he aims is below the belt. He particularly likes to kick the vulnerable or voiceless – and he kicks them when they are down.
So the fact that a significant minority – perhaps a third – of Americans look at what he does, listen to what he says, and then think ‘Yeah, he seems like my kind of guy’ is a matter of some confusion and no little distress to British people, given that:
• Americans are supposed to be nicer than us, and mostly are.
• You don’t need a particularly keen eye for detail to spot a few flaws in the man.
This last point is what especially confuses and dismays British people, and many other people too; his faults seem pretty bloody hard to miss. After all, it’s impossible to read a single tweet, or hear him speak a sentence or two, without staring deep into the abyss. He turns being artless into an art form; he is a Picasso of pettiness; a Shakespeare of shit. His faults are fractal: even his flaws have flaws, and so on ad infinitum.
God knows there have always been stupid people in the world, and plenty of nasty people too. But rarely has stupidity been so nasty, or nastiness so stupid. He makes Nixon look trustworthy and George W look smart. In fact, if Frankenstein decided to make a monster assembled entirely from human flaws – he would make a Trump.
And a remorseful Doctor Frankenstein would clutch out big clumpfuls of hair and scream in anguish: ‘My God… what… have… I… created?' If being a twat was a TV show, Trump would be the boxed set.”
-Nate White
@BBCBreakfast Couldn't find an app for this in Google app store but link below to the online course.
Good to see this subject being raised.
#bhf#cpr#breakfastnews
https://t.co/B2twH8vEAu
@timbresnan If the balls not dead, and batter hasn't hit it....can the batter still smash it and run then? Maybe that's what we should coach our players to do ...... But shitty, but hey why not?
Aw reet!
Seeing as it’s #LancashireDay I’m going to give away a Northern Sky A4 print.
Inspired by my hometown of Blackburn and the Nick Drake song.
Retweet and follow me to enter. I’ll pick a winner after 9pm (27 Nov) https://t.co/erUZ7DPrQL
@MartinDaubney I'm not sure how it works, where do Local council's get their money from to spend on local services? Can't just be council tax, what other funding do they receive to provide essential services?
Tonight 283 Conservative MPs voted to BLOCK the Sewage Discharge Bill, which would have cracked down on polluting water companies. 🟦
This is a new low for Conservative MPs who simply don’t care about the sewage crisis. ❌🦦
Can you spot your MP on the list?🔍⬇️
@jharc4ts hey! good to meet you and family today. Shame about the match, but we didn't get beat, so better than your last visit.
Enjoy your travels. If in York tomorrow, try @brewyorkbeer or @SparkYorkCIC for good beer and food. Or @MarketCatYork pub for views of York Minster.