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[Cory @trackboy13]

@CameronYardeJnr My understanding is that Billie didn’t want anything to do with it. Hence the project falling apart. I’d almost expect a compete break now and a reboot with new Doctor, new beginning.

[Cory @trackboy13]

@mattynofb But he wants to resurrect the club he played a major part in burying. 🥴 I’d go for either Longmire or Hinkley, and as a random I rate Justin Lepitch’s football strategic brain.

[BBC Press Office @bbcpress]

Beth and Eric had best get the kettle on - we're heading back to Latimer Crescent for a brand new full series of Two Doors Down!

More info ➡️ https://t.co/JnLfPEnGGP

[Cory @trackboy13]

@Ver_2 Still absolutely amazes me that Lynch put an incestuous relationship which results in rape and eventual murder on prime time American television in 1990.

[Cory @trackboy13]

Happy Mothers Day ❤️

[Cory @trackboy13]

@FOXFOOTY Get rid of prior opportunity and this all gets solved. If you’ve got the ball and you don’t kick it or handball it, it’s holding or incorrect disposal. Same with the lasso rule, just make it last touch out of bounds.

[James Hogg @JamesAHogg2]

I know Sid's 50 years gone, but we'll always have this...

[Cory @trackboy13]

Yet another fourth quarter collapse. You can see how coaches use that to lift their teams considering the consistency of it #AFLFreoBlues

[Cory @trackboy13]

@7AFL Easy - R1 is rivals round - all teams play in their home state. All fans get to see their team after six months off in the first week.
Then mid year - nine games across two weekends (thus everyone gets a bye) all played in NSW/QLD - call it the “winter sunshine rounds”

[Cory @trackboy13]

Loving this Sydney weather. Yet another 26mm storm at 7am on Easter Egg Semis day, shoveling and grading completed by 12:30pm and down it comes again. @wentyparkgreys has had 678mm of rain since Jan 1st! Enough already! ☔️

[AFL @AFL]

Not the only black and white flag waved tonight 🏁

[Cory @trackboy13]

Back at the @MCG footy’s back!

[Cory @trackboy13]

Big team effort today at Wentworth Park after the track got smashed by 140mm of rain overnight which forced the abandonment of Thursdays meeting. Sand shoveled back onto the track, grades reinstated and surface density softened to where it usually sits for race meetings.

[Cory @trackboy13]

@TvDidYouSee Only episode of EE to go out without a writer and director credit. She rightly wasn’t happy they’d gone to expense of filming the drop into a tank. Her view was characters don’t come back from dying on EastEnders, what would she think today with more than one dead character back

[🇬🇧📺 Classic British TV 📺🇬🇧 @Classicbritcom]

Remembering the late Actor, Kenneth Williams (22 February 1926 – 15 April 1988) Kenneth would have been 100 years old today 😇🙏

[Zafar Macha @Maaachaaa69]

BREAKING NEWS: Rowan Atkinson, a legendary icon of comedy, television, and cinema, has left even the world’s richest and most powerful figures stunned—not just with his words, but with decisive action.
At a glamorous red-carpet gala in Los Angeles on December 20, attended by film moguls, tech billionaires, and Hollywood’s most elite stars, Rowan Atkinson took the stage to receive a Lifetime Achievement Award. But instead of offering a conventional acceptance speech, he chose a moment of truth—direct, fearless, and deeply human.
He did not thank the Academy. He did not reminisce about Mr. Bean, Blackadder, or decades of global laughter. Instead, Atkinson looked straight into the audience of wealth and influence and declared:
“We sit here surrounded by diamonds and artistic glory while the world outside is falling apart. If your voice can move millions and you choose not to use it for those who have no voice, then you are not creating change—you are creating noise.”
The room fell into complete silence. Film executives and invited guests sat motionless, struck by the weight of his words. He continued, unwavering:
“If you have more than you need, it no longer belongs only to you. Your responsibility is to lift up those who are still beneath you.”
And he did not stop at words.
That very night, Atkinson announced that all profits from his archived works and future creative projects—estimated at 160 million USD—will be donated to fund children’s health initiatives, climate action programs, and arts education for underprivileged youth.
His message was unmistakable:
“Legacy is not built on what you earn. It is built on what you give.”
In an era when celebrities are often dismissed as hollow symbols, Rowan Atkinson delivered a powerful reminder to the world:
true impact is not created by applause, but by easing the suffering of others.

[Collingwood FC @CollingwoodFC]

Nick Daicos on selfie duties as our 2026 Leadership Group is announced 🤳

Read more: https://t.co/dLWsjUTXq5

[Tolkien World @TolkienWorldG]

Sir Ian McKellen at 86 expertly reciting Shakespeare last night!

[Mr PitBull Stories @MrPitbull07]

Four Old Men. Two Wheelchairs. One Beach. Alan Alda’s 90th Birthday

January 28, 2026.

Alan Alda turned 90.

His family planned a safe celebration at home.

Cake. Balloons. Grandkids.

Alan said no.

“I don’t want a party,” he said.

His daughter frowned.

“Dad… you’re turning ninety. This is a big deal.”

“I know,” Alan said.

“But I don’t want to celebrate here.”

“Then where?”

Alan didn’t hesitate.

“I want to go to the beach.”

The room went still.

“The beach?”

“Dad, you’re in a wheelchair.”

“You can barely stand.”

Alan smiled.

That smile.

The Hawkeye Pierce smile — the one that always meant something stubborn was coming.

“So?”

By that afternoon, he had already decided who was coming.

“The four of us,” he said.

“The last four.”

Gary Burghoff.

Jamie Farr.

Mike Farrell.

And himself.

The final survivors of the 4077th.

“No cameras. No interviews. No speeches,” Alan said.

“Just us.”

The phone calls began.

Gary answered first.

“Happy birthday, old man! Ninety!”

“Thanks. I need you to drive.”

“Drive where?”

“To the beach.”

A pause.

“Alan… you’re in a wheelchair.”

“So are facts. They don’t stop me either.”

Gary laughed.

That Radar laugh Alan had known for over fifty years.

“Fine. But I’m not pushing you through sand.”

“I’ll crawl if I have to.”

“You’re insane.”

“I’m Hawkeye. Same thing.”

Jamie Farr was next.

“The beach?” Jamie said.

“I’m ninety-one and in a wheelchair.”

“Then we’ll have two wheelchairs at the beach.”

“Like a parade?”

“Like a victory lap.”

Jamie laughed until his voice cracked.

“You haven’t changed since 1972.”

“And you’re still Klinger.”

“Fine. I’m in.”

Mike Farrell sighed the moment he answered.

“Let me guess,” he said.

“You want me to push your wheelchair.”

“Yes.”

“I’m eighty-six. I use a cane.”

“BJ Hunnicutt once saved a man with dental floss,” Alan said.

“You’ll manage.”

Long pause.

“…Fine.”

January 28. 6:00 a.m.

Gary arrived in a rented van.

Two wheelchair spaces.

He was wearing a Hawaiian shirt.

At Alan’s house, his daughter hovered.

“Dad, are you sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

“What if something happens?”

“Something is always about to happen at ninety,” Alan said.

“Might as well happen at the beach.”

Jamie was waiting outside his house.

Wheelchair. Sunglasses.

Hawaiian shirt.

“You coordinated outfits?” Gary asked.

“It’s tradition,” Jamie said.

“The 4077th always matched.”

Mike showed up next.

Also in a Hawaiian shirt.

Four old men.

One van.

Heading west.

On the drive, memories filled the air.

Harry driving too fast.

Larry bringing his own wine.

Radar making everyone cry.

Klinger never sleeping.

When the MASH* theme song came on, no one spoke.

After it ended, Alan said quietly,

“That song used to annoy me.”

“Now?”

“Now it just reminds me how lucky we were.”

At Malibu, reality hit.

Wheelchairs don’t work on sand.

Jamie grumbled.

Mike rubbed his back.

Alan stared at the ocean.

Gary disappeared.

Fifteen minutes later, he returned with two lifeguards and two beach wheelchairs.

One lifeguard whispered,

“My grandmother watched MASH* every night.”

It took time.

Transfers were slow.

Hands trembled.

Bones protested.

But they made it.

To the water.

Alan closed his eyes.

The sound of waves.

Salt in the air.

Sun on his face.

“I forgot what this felt like,” he said.

They talked about the ones who weren’t there.

McLean.

Wayne.

Larry.

Harry.

Bill.

David.

Loretta.

Jamie finally broke the silence.

“Let’s race.”

Two wheelchairs.

Two pushers.

One rock.

They raced.

They tied.

People on the beach stared.

A teenager asked, “What are those old guys doing?”

His mother said, “Living.”

As the sun set, Alan spoke.

“This might be the last time.”

No one argued.

“That’s why it matters,” he said.

“Because we know.”

He made a wish.

“One more year.”

“One more adventure.”

“Korea. Together.”

They promised.

[Cory @trackboy13]

Quick check after the storms. Nice to know all my work on the angles mean it doesn’t get washed away at the 520 start. #wentydogs