Call me what you like, as long as it's not early, Inveterate re-tweeter.o A picture says a thousand words. Opinions are my own, unless they are someone elses
Married his childhood sweetheart, has four kids, donates to the armed forces and mental health charities while running his own foundation. Doesn't drink or smoke. Zero career scandals, which is rare for anyone at his level of fame.
He's also his country's and boyhood club's all-time top scorer, with six Golden Boots including four in the Premier League and one at a World Cup.
He's easily the best striker in the world right now.
And yet Harry Kane remains one of the most disrespected and underrated players in world football. Which is bizarre because he's exactly the type of footballer kids should be looking up to. 👏
if Scotland win, Mondays will be removed from the calendar. The Wallace Monument will crack open to reveal the man himself sleeping inside. Midges will vanish. Ben Nevis will grow taller and - awoken by the shaking earth - Nessie will surface and walk to Johnny Foxes in Inverness
"PS Andy Burnham told me in his #Newsnight interview on June 5, ‘if I look at the situation with Thames Water, I think there is an overwhelming case for public ownership'."
He's right you know, he really is.
I once asked Henry Kissinger after a press conference what a superpower should do to avoid looking weak. ‘Don’t start a war,’ he said. He meant Vietnam, but it seems particularly relevant now.
🚨WTF! Donald Trump seems to LACK the strength in his right arm today to do his signature pulling handshake with French President Emmanuel Macron.
He also looks GRUMPY as hell today. What’s going on?
This boy set up at station where all the school buses parked for the game. Must have cooked and served 1000 hot dogs. Didn't want a penny. Must have gave out 1000 cold beers as well. Wouldn't accept a penny.
I believe his name is Brian. Hero
@TartanArmyGroup#scotland#boston
A horse is built to run. A donkey is built to stand and think about it. You have met Hector. This is the other half of his field.
Here is the thing nobody warns you about a parade horse. Hector stood through the King's Troop and the massed bands and a nation's worst day without shifting a hoof, and he will still, in a quiet Welsh field, levitate sideways at a pheasant coming out of a hedge. A carrier bag on the wind is, to a horse, a clear and present danger. The guns were a job, and the job had rules. The hedge has a pheasant in it and no rules at all, and so the flight animal underneath the seventeen years of training remains, on the matter of pheasants, entirely undefeated.
Nelson does not look up.
Nelson has never looked up. A donkey does not flee, it assesses, and it assessed the pheasant long ago and found it beneath comment. People call that stubbornness. It is an animal declining to spend adrenaline it sees no reason to spend.
And here is the domestic arrangement, which anyone who has kept the two together will know on sight. Nelson is a third of Hector's size and entirely in charge. He eats first. He picks the dry spot. He decides when they move. The black charger who carried the weight of the state stands by, with enormous patience, while a small grey donkey finishes the good hay.
The one thing that reliably undoes Hector is Nelson leaving the field. Five minutes, a foot trim, a vet down the lane, and the great composed horse comes apart at the gate, calling and calling, because a horse is herd to its bones and has decided that its herd is one unbothered donkey.
Nelson, for his part, despises rain. A desert animal washed up in Denbighshire, he stands in the shelter looking martyred while Hector grazes out in the wet, waterproof and serene.
Two opposite natures, each propping up the other exactly where it is weak. The horse who fears small things and the donkey who fears nothing at all. It works. It was always going to.
It looks as though Vladimir Putin may have ordered an arson attack against the British Prime Minister last year.
That is an incredibly serious escalation and shows why we must redouble our efforts with Ukraine and the rest of Europe to resist and deter Putin’s aggression.
Seven years ago today my best mate passed away.
I know he’d have stayed around for me if he could… but it was his time to go. He’d no choice in the matter.
I miss him more & more every day… but there’s nothing I can do but accept that’s how it goes.
Hope you’re smiling, dad. x