@BBCScotlandNews As someone who lives in Edinburgh, these wee fannies ride around on their electric motorbikes all the time. Brazen as you like, broad daylight on the road. Nobody stops them, nobody cares.
I've lived in Athens, in Eksarhia, since 2004. I studied theater drama, worked late nights in productions, and always saw myself as open-minded. I used to say, Let them come-refugees from war, they deserve safety. But last summer, something changed. Not my heart, but my reality. Every day, I took the bus to work in the city center. Traffic in Athens is a nightmare, so public transport is my life. One morning, I passed a man sleeping on the street near my bus stop. He wasn't just there-he shouted at me. Mean, angry words I couldn't understand. I froze, scared, and hurried past. It happened again the next day, louder. So, I changed my route. I walked a longer circle to avoid him, my heart racing each time I left home. He disappeared for a while. I felt relief. Then, he reappeared-right at the entrance of my building. My home. I work late in theater, coming back at midnight, sometimes later. There he was, lying on his bed of blankets, blocking my way. I started sneaking around the back of my building, circling in the dark just to feel safe. Me, a woman born in this country, tiptoeing around my own home. Then, not even a month later, I saw it on social media and the news. This man attacked a girl in broad daylight. She was walking her dog in a park, and he hit her with an iron, splitting her head open. She was in the hospital. I learned he'd been arrested before-twice-for attempted rape in my area. But each time, he was released. Why? Prisons are full, they said. He's a Palestinian war refugee, they said, protected by asylum laws. A police official came on TV and admitted it: even after this attack, the man would likely be free in six months. No space to hold him. I sat there, stunned, thinking: What is happening to my city? I'm not heartless. I've always felt for people fleeing war. But when someone hurts others-when they make women like me afraid to walk home-shouldn't that end their protection? Athens isn't the same anymore. There are areas in the center I won't go at night. Buses where I'm the only Greek, sometimes the only woman, surrounded by men staring. It's not about where they're from-it's about feeling safe. When I'm alone on that bus, my hands shake. I'm not ashamed to admit I'm scared. This isn't just my story. It's happening all over Athens. Undocumented immigrants, unrecorded, with no place to sleep, no jobs, no food. I don't blame them for wanting a better life. But when there's no system to track them, to house them, to integrate them, it's chaos. Greece is drowning. We can't take more people when we don't have space, when our prisons release attackers because there's no room, when our streets feel unsafe for women like me. I hear people like Elon Musk talking about this-saying Europe needs stricter rules, that we can't just open doors without knowing who's coming. I agree. Not because I hate anyone, but because I want my country to stay mine-safe, familiar. It's not about being fascist. It's about being honest. These immigrants, they come from places with different values. Not worse, just different. Where women, life, everything is seen differently. We can't pretend that doesn't matter. I've seen it on the streets, felt it in the stares. We need to acknowledge cultural differences to live together, not ignore them and hope for the best. Saying this doesn't make me racist. It makes me human. I'm scared when I walk home. I'm angry when I hear about girls attacked in parks. I'm frustrated when I see my city stretched to its breaking point, taking in people we can't support. They're not numbers-they're humans with needs. But so are we. If we take everyone, without papers, without plans, where will they sleep? How will they eat? What happens when those needs turn into crime because the system failed them too? I still believe in compassion. I want to help refugees, but not like this. We need documentation, names, backgrounds. We need homes for them, jobs, a way to blend into our culture while keeping Greece safe. Why is it so hard to say that? Why does admitting my fear make me feel like I'll be judged? How do we stay kind but protect our streets? How do we balance their safety with ours? I don't have all the answers. But I know this: I want to walk to my bus without circling in fear. I want Athens to feel like home again. And I want to say this out loud, in my voice, without being called names. Because this is my truth-and I know I'm not alone.
Last night a meteoroid was seen (and heard) all across the west of Scotland. A blaze of light and a very loud explosion woke quite a few folk up.
(Video was sent to me so I don’t have the credit. Apparently from Isle of Lewis.)
Post-exercise cold water immersion has been shown to impair muscle development. New study suggests it may not do much for performance recovery either...
https://t.co/H49hOV1jM4
All those millions and still bitter just because some people want to camp on an expanse of land that stretches 368 sq mi. Why not work with the public instead to spread awareness about the outdoor code aka leave no trace? A great result for everyone who enjoys the outdoors.
Wonderful news that the Supreme Court has slapped down landowner Alexander Darwall & vindicated the right to wild camp on Dartmoor. Everyone can continue to have the timeless experience of a night alone with nature under the stars, as people in these islands have done for thousands of years.
The fact that one arrogant wealthy landowner could have threatened the rights of everyone else in this way shows why we need a new statutory Right to Roam, giving a right of responsible access to all.
https://t.co/iYnuHW1Gq9
BREAKING: YouTuber Outdoor Boys(14.8m subs) just announced he’s retiring the channel for now.
One of the most wholesome creators on the platform stepping away due to the fame and to focus on helping others/his children’s channels.
End of an era 😢
45 years ago Today, Terry Fox, a 21-year-old Canadian who lost a leg to cancer, began his Marathon of Hope—a cross-country run to raise funds and awareness for cancer research
He ran 5,373 km in 143 days before cancer forced him to end his bold journey.
Obituary for my father.
Richard Warner Carlson died at 84 on March 24, 2025 at home in Boca Grande, Florida after six weeks of illness. He refused all painkillers to the end and left this world with dignity and clarity, holding the hands of his children with his dogs at his feet.
He was born February 10, 1941 at Massachusetts General Hospital to a 15-year-old Swedish-speaking girl and placed in the Home for Little Wanderers in Boston, where he developed rickets from malnutrition. His legs were bent for the rest of his life. After years in foster homes, he was placed with the Carlson family in Norwood, Mass. His adoptive father, a tannery manager, died when he was 12 and he stopped attending school regularly. At 17, he was jailed for car theft, thrown out of high school for the second time, and enlisted in the U.S. Marine Corps.
In 1962, in search of adventure, he drove to California. He spent a year as a merchant seaman on the SS Washington Bear, transporting cargo to ports in the Orient, and then became a reporter. Over the next decade, he was a copy boy at the LA Times, a wire service reporter for UPI and an investigative reporter and anchor for ABC News, covering the upheaval of the period. He knew virtually every compelling figure of the time, including Jim Jones, Patty Hearst, Eric Hoffer, Jerry Garcia, as well as Mafia leaders and members of the Manson Family. In 1965, he was badly injured reporting from the Watts riots in Los Angeles.
By 1975, he was married with two small boys, when his wife departed for Europe and didn’t return. He threw himself into raising his boys, whom he often brought with him on reporting trips. At home, he educated them during three-hour dinners on topics that ranged from the French Revolution to Bolshevik Russia, PG Wodehouse, the history of the American Indian and, always, the eternal and unchanging nature of people. He was a free thinker and a compulsive book reader, including at red lights. He left a library of thousands of books, most dog-eared and filled with marginalia. His reading and life experiences convinced him that God is real. He had an outlaw spirit tempered by decency.
In 1979, he married the love of his life, Patricia Swanson. They were together for 44 years, all of them happy. She died sixteen months before he did and he mourned her every day.
In 1985, he moved to Washington to work for the Reagan Administration. He spent five years as the director of the Voice of America, and then moved to the Seychelles as the US ambassador. In 1992, he became the CEO of the Corporation for Public Broadcasting, and later ran a division of King World television.
The last 25 years of his life were spent in work whose details were never completely clear to his family, but that was clearly interesting. He worked in dozens of countries and breakaway republics around the world, and was involved in countless intrigues. He knew a number of colorful national leaders, including Rafic Hariri of Lebanon, Aslan Abashidze of Adjara, Mobutu Sese Seko of Zaire, and whomever runs Somaliland. He was a fundamentally nonjudgmental person who was impossible to shock, and he described them all with amused affection.
He spoke to his sons every day and had lunch with them once a week for thirty years at the Metropolitan Club in Washington, always prefaced by a dice game. Throughout his life he fervently loved dogs.
Richard W. Carlson is survived by his sons, Tucker and Buckley, his beloved daughter-in-law Susie, and five grandchildren. He was the toughest human being anyone in his family ever knew, and also the kindest and most loyal. RIP.
https://t.co/KYqschrFW2 This is an absolutely shocking decision from Apple. Why does the UK government want us to have no money, no privacy, no freedoms & no opinions?
'I did a comparison on the day and train tickets were anything from £89 up to £200 each and the flights were £19 from Newquay to Malaga and £35 from Malaga to Manchester'
Kristina & Dan Coulson flew from Newquay to Crewe via Malaga to avoid paying high rail fares
@SkySarahJane
I think I. Elba is a nice guy, but what an absolutely ridiculous stance to take. The issue here is not the knives used. What next? Every sharp knife in the UK to be disposed of & replaced with butter knives?
"You can still cut your food without the point on the knife."
Actor Idris Elba tells @Emmabarnett the ends of kitchen knives could be rounded to tackle a ‘crisis in knife crime’, ahead of a new BBC documentary.
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