What a surreal night. Winning 555 quid on a bet builder and couldn't celebrate as I was feeding this bugger of Grandson when he scored the penalty whilst sat in a hotel room in Worcestershire
Had multiple DM’s about this pitch abuse from @GreatEcc_CC’s Sub Pro Amar Ullah. Take a look straight after the scorecard.
Should he receive punishment? As you can see the umpire has a very good view @pyramidcricket
I think possibly the best thing about Elon Musk becoming a trillionaire is how angry it makes a bunch of losers who've never built a thing in their lives.
Had Southampton punched a female police officer in the face in front of airport CCTV cameras, instead of spying, they’d still be in the play-off final.
A bunch of Royal Marines from 3 Commando Brigade sitting in the dirt and snow on a freezing Falklands mountainside, rifles stacked, lids on, listening to their officer point at a map like it’s the most important thing in the world.
Because it was.
This is the moment before the final hammer blow.
After days of yomping across the island in sideways rain, gale-force winds, and boots that never dried because of the honking environment these lads were now within striking distance of Port Stanley — the last Argentine stronghold and the key to ending the war.
The Argies weren't looking forward to us arriving. They knew we were coming. They didn't want to be there.
There was no warm briefing rooms. No PowerPoint. Just an open-air huddle on the rocks, one man with a map, everyone else freezing their bollocks off but locked in for the details.
The next 48 hours would decide everything.
They’d already fought at Goose Green, secured the outer hills, and marched further than most armies do in a month.
Royal had been knee deep in fighting where you’re crawling through peat and rocks in the dark while the enemy hurls artillery and machine-gun fire at you.
The lads were threaders. They also wanted it to be over.
This briefing wasn’t theory. It was “here’s the objective, here’s the route, here’s how we’re going to take it, and here’s how we’re going home.”
The Bootnecks of 42 and 45 Commando had trained for this, just without the two way range. It's what Royal does. Cold, wet, exhausted, but completely focused.
Probably a ton of flashing during the training, but cracking some funnies at times like we do.
The officer pointing at the map knew every one of those men was about to risk his life on the word he was about to give.
And Royal delivered.
Two days later the Argentine garrison in Stanley surrendered. The war was over.
This photo captures a bunch of cold, muddy commandos getting their final orders before they went and finished the job.
Lefty journo at the end of Unite The Kingdom attempted to take me on over the claim that our flag is “racist”.
Safe to say he made himself look like a bit of a silly sausage… but kudos for trying 😂
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British politics will reach a new reductio ad absurdum in the Makerfield by election:
Vote Labour to destroy the sitting Labour Prime Minister.
Support Labour PM Starmer but NOT voting Labour.
We are having a by-election not because there’s any demand or need in the national interest but entirely to suit the convenience of the byzantine politics of the ruling party and the political pygmies in whose interest it is run.
We are no longer a serious nation. No wonder the bond markets are squiffy.
Jess Phillips: I have never worked with a male politician is as big an ally and who has helped me move the tides of power on violence against women and girls more than Keir Starmer. (03-12-2025)