The fact that the two men who brutalised a police officer at Manchester Airport will NOT face a retrial is a shocking disgrace.
It is a huge miscarriage of justice and they only ever seem to go in one direction.
The British justice system is BROKEN.
Time for changes.
The middle classes trying to “help the poor” by imagining them as a sort of wandering Mediterranean peasant tribe living entirely on quinoa, olives and preserved tropical fruit, is hilarious.
It reminds me of Orwells, The road to Wigan Pier where the "socialist, sandle-wearing nudists" couldn't understand why a bloke 3000 ft down a mine for 16 hours a day wouldn't just eat "carrots and brown bread".
You can almost picture the meeting in Islington now: Twelve Guardian readers in novelty glasses sat around a "rustic" reclaimed scaffold-board table discussing “food insecurity” while eating houmous made by a transman called Luca. Somewhere in the distance a Labrador named Atticus is having its pronouns inscribed on its collar, looking pittifuly at the bowl of vegan kibble in its bowl.
“Right comrades,” says Arabella, Senior Inclusion Consultant for the Department of Sustainable Snack Equity, “what do the working classes need most in this difficult economic climate?”
A silence falls.
Then Tarquin, who once saw a roofer buying a Monster Energy in Camden, whispers:
“Fonio.”
And suddenly the room erupts.
“Yes!”
“Brilliant!”
“That’s what poor people eat!”
“Can we get some ethically sourced candied fruit in there too?”
Before long the electronic whiteboard resembles the following:
AUBERGINES
QUINOA
PRESERVED TROPICAL FRUIT
PLANTAINS
BUCKWHEAT
GHERKINS
MIXED PRESERVED FRUIT AND NUTS
OLIVES FOR OIL PRODUCTION
Olives FOR "OIL PRODUCTION."? What the actual fk does that even mean?
When Dave from Doncaster is staring at his electric meter wondering whether to heat the house or eat, what he’s really crying out for is "easier access to industrial olive inputs."
No potatoes though - not proper ones. No.
“Processed potatoes”, which sounds less like food and more like something served in a prison during a chemical spill.
Who exactly are these people imagining when they write this stuff?
It certainly isn’t normal British people.
Working class mums aren’t wandering around Farmfoods muttering, “Ooh Sharon, thank Christ the tariffs are down on preserved citrus fruits, the kids were devastated.”
Nobody in a council estate has ever burst into tears with relief over the availability of “mixed fats and oils.”
No bloke has ever staggered into Greggs after a twelve hour shift fitting kitchens thinking, “I could murder some fucking fonio.”
It reads less like an essentials list and more like the contents of Mockney wanker, Jamie Oliver's dream.
The sheer detached insanity of the categories themselves:
“Plant based drinks.”
What happened to milk?
Is milk is now too "problematic"? We know cow farts cause concern but is milk now too "colonial", or "too bovine-adjacent"?
Instead the poor shall drink warm oat sludge made in a converted warehouse by a trustifarian and sociology graduate named Finbar.
Meanwhile actual British essentials are nowhere to be seen:
No tea bags, butter, sausages, bacon, chicken nuggets, fish fingers, frozen chips, cider, fags, painkillers, loo roll, pet food, Yorkie bars, Angel Delight or multipack crisps from Home Bargains .
Nothing remotely recognisable to the people this policy is supposedly for.
This isn’t about "helping poor people" , it’s about the middle classes fantasising about what they imagine poor people SHOULD be.
Ethical little vegetable consumers nibbling dried papaya while discussing decolonising air fryers.
The modern British political class genuinely believes poverty means not having enough avocados.
And somewhere in Whitehall there is probably a civil servant earning £84,000 a year who sincerely thinks a bloke from Barnsley is only three tariff reductions away from embracing quinoa.
The whole thing feels like it was written by someone whose only exposure to poverty came from watching Femi buying kids t-shirts.
https://t.co/htTRPS9Xri
After seeing a scone recipe posted for Memorial Day, I’ve got a few things to say. And frankly, they won’t be particularly polite.
I’m immensely proud to call both the United Kingdom and the United States home. I grew up with traditions from both countries, still split my time between them to this day, and my own children are being raised with that same dual identity. I understand the humour, customs, etiquette, history and cultural differences on both sides of the Atlantic probably better than most people. Which is exactly why this sort of performative nonsense winds up me so much.
Because one thing that absolutely doesn’t translate is turning Memorial Day into some twee Instagram aesthetic involving scones, jam and curated “holiday weekend” content.
To my fellow Britons, and to others outside the United States who may not fully understand the distinction, Memorial Day isn’t the American equivalent of a bank holiday garden party. Nor is it interchangeable with Veterans Day.
Veterans Day in November honours all who have served in the United States military. Memorial Day is entirely different. Memorial Day is for the dead. It exists to honour the men and women who never came home. Just like Rememberance Day.
It’s a day rooted in grief, remembrance and sacrifice.
That distinction matters.
Because of that, my company does not operate on Memorial Day or on Remembrance Day in Britain. That’s always been a hard rule for me and it always will be.
The day before, we make one simple memorial post expressing gratitude, remembrance and respect for those who gave their lives. We also explain that we’ll be turning off sales on our website and stepping away from social media entirely for 24 hours. No promotional posts. No sales pitches. No “holiday weekend specials”.
The socials go silent because some things deserve dignity rather than being turned into marketing opportunities.
Freedom is not free. And reducing remembrance to a sales opportunity has always struck me as profoundly tacky.
Which brings me to the scones.
Seeing an American woman posting a scone recipe for Memorial Day genuinely made my skin crawl a bit. Not because scones themselves are offensive, obviously, but because the whole thing felt painfully artificial and culturally manufactured.
Scones are not associated with Memorial Day in the United States. At all.
The average American family gathering for Memorial Day is far more likely to involve a barbecue, burgers, hot dogs or a cookout than cream tea. The eternal British debate over whether the jam or cream goes first isn’t exactly dominating conversation in American cities.
And let’s be honest here. Scones aren’t inherently American in the first place.
They’re deeply associated with British culture. Tea culture. Country houses. Cream teas. The sort of thing people in Cornwall and Devon still somehow manage to argue about with complete sincerity. Like pineapple on pizza.
So when a certain someone, who spent less than two years in the United Kingdom before fleeing back to California at warp speed, suddenly starts presenting herself as the patron saint of jam and scones for an American Memorial Day audience, it comes across as painfully contrived.
And somehow even more absurd when the recipe itself was shared in grams and Celsius. I use both systems myself because I live between both countries, so I understood it perfectly well. But the overwhelming majority of Americans bake in teaspoons, tablespoons, cups and Fahrenheit.
Marketing a very British-coded scone recipe in European measurements for an exclusively American audience on an American military holiday is such a bizarrely specific level of inauthentic branding that it almost feels like parody.
What made it even stranger was the timing of the whole thing.
The day before, the Prince of Wales was on a national radio programme being asked, as Duke of Cornwall, how he takes his scones. He said he takes them the same way Queen Elizabeth II did.
Then the very next day, up pops an entire promotional post centred around scones, complete with a recipe for Memorial Day.
What a coincidence.
You could almost admire the opportunism if it weren’t so embarrassingly obvious.
Because that’s what this increasingly feels like. Not authenticity. Not cultural appreciation. Branding. Very calculated branding.
And very confused branding at that.
This is a woman who publicly distanced herself from Britain, criticised the Royal Family, the institution, the press, the culture and the people.
She then almost immediately pivoted into selling tea, spreads, biscuits and aggressively British coded lifestyle products.
All of it is framed under a title she and her children only possess because of the very institution she claims damaged her.
You cannot spend years positioning yourself as oppressed by Britain while simultaneously using British aristocratic styling via a royal peerage to market candles and preserves to Americans on Instagram.
At some point the contradiction just becomes ridiculous.
Even stranger is the fact this pantry line is only available in the United States while borrowing almost entirely from British imagery and British culinary aesthetics. Tea. Biscuits. Jam. Scones.
And now Memorial Day apparently.
Which again makes absolutely no cultural sense whatsoever.
Memorial Day isn’t a whimsical lifestyle mood board of hers. It’s not a backdrop for curated brunch content.
It’s not an excuse to cosplay English tea culture because your brand identity remains fundamentally incoherent.
And yes, I feel exactly the same way about all companies running “Celebrate Memorial Day with 20% off!” mattress sales, car dealership blowouts or whatever. The language itself is grotesque.
I will not “celebrate” the deaths of American servicemen and women. I’ll honour them. I’ll remember them. There’s a difference and it matters.
As President Ronald Regan once said “The American flag does not fly because the wind moves it. It flies with the last breath of each soldier who died protecting it.”
The names of those who died serving their country should not be reduced to discount codes, influencer engagement bait or twee social media recipes designed to sell fruit spread.
But perhaps that’s the real issue underneath all of this.
Nothing ever feels sincere.
Every cultural reference, aesthetic choice, every carefully staged lifestyle moment feels reverse engineered for branding purposes rather than rooted in any genuine identity.
Which is why the whole thing lands with such a thud.
As someone who genuinely loves both Britain and America, I find it exhausting watching someone who barely spent five minutes in the UK attempt to monetise a fantasy version of Britishness whenever it becomes commercially useful.
Particularly when it’s attached to a day that is supposed to be about remembering the fallen.
It’s tasteless.
It’s opportunistic.
And it’s entirely on brand for her and her business.
Could this legendary gentleman please get in touch.
A future Reform government would like to give him a peerage for this outstanding public service.
He can do similar to all the crooks currently sitting in the House of Lords!
Not sharing any of the harpy’s videos today, it’s all about this beautiful lady being on an official visit to Italy. This is the Princess of Wales’ first overseas solo trip in four years, so let’s focus on Catherine today.
While others pay to get "Humility training", Prince William is a walking example that even people born in immense privilege can be humble👌🏽
On Friday, while attending the centenary celebrations for Sir David Attenborough at Albert Hall, the Prince of Wales was welcomed on stage by cheers and a spontaneous standing ovation from the public.
Once they finished and before starting his speech, Prince William noted "the standing ovations are for David tonight" redirecting the interest where it should be, on David Attenbourough and drawing laughter from the crowd🔥
This is class and Humility in action❤️
and it never fails: everytime someone tries to praise William or give him the spotlight or credit for anything, he always finds a way to shy away from it or to redirect the attention elsewhere but on himself. In that, he is the antithesis of an attention seeker in need of public accolades.
So often, we attribute arrogance to wealthy people but truly when you watch both Catherine and William, they prove that arrogance just like humility are attributes that are not a result of social class but rather a personal trait👌🏽
Indeed despite coming from wealth and living in great privileges as future King and Queen, both William and Catherine continue to display genuine human decency regardless of wether they are faced with a president or a homeless person: they always show humility, respect and kindness to whomever they meet and above all, they always use their spotlight to uplift others❤️
These are all the qualities that earn them the love and loyalty from the public as well as those spontaneous standing ovations wherever they go ☕️
#PrinceofWales
No, you don’t. A vagina is the gateway to life. It’s self-cleaning, self-lubricating, and can stretch to accommodate an entire baby before returning to its original size.
What you have, sir, is a fauxgina, a dead-end fvckhole that doesn’t clean itself (and let’s be honest, you won’t clean it either), and which will have to be kept open by dilation for the rest of your life, lest it close up on you like the open wound it is. The only thing it has in common with a vagina is its location and its general shape, but even that is never quite right. It’s a fake, a phony, a hole that exists for no other reason than to be penetrated, and if I wrote down my hopes for its future, I’d probably get suspended.
I’m the Mum of Barnaby Webber, one of 3 innocent victims of the Nottingham attacks in 2023.
Where Valdo Calocane was allowed to roam the streets with a lengthy history of violence, assaults, hatred and mental illness because the health services feared the stigma of detaining him for his race and age above safety to the public.
Echoed by their colleagues in the Police and CPS.
……And still they all continue to defend their failures.
@KirstieMAllsopp please use your trusted voice to follow and support the #nottinghaminquiry if you can. Only be forcing this into the public arena and shouting from the rooftops will things ever change.
Even a like and or rt of my posts would help enormously. 🫶🙏
I’m sure we have all now seen the footage of Metropolitan rozzers kicking a suspected terrorist in the head, repeatedly, when he was down.
We can all play a part in putting an end to this sort of police brutality. Mainly by not going around stabbing people.
🏴"What are the English celebrating?
"St. George's Day"
A tiny island nation sparked the Industrial Revolution — transforming the entire planet through innovation, engineering, and sheer determination.
We produced Shakespeare, Newton, Darwin, and some of the greatest literature and scientific discoveries in history — from gravity and evolution to the jet engine, and the foundations of modern computing.
Our seafarers discovered and mapped vast parts of the world, established global trade routes, and built the largest empire the world has ever seen.
We gave the world the English language, parliamentary democracy, Common Law, and many of the world’s most popular sports.
That’s what the English have to celebrate.
Happy St George’s Day to my fellow English men
We are united by many things; a love of dogs, a cheeky pint & a sense of humour like none other.
We have a challenge on our hands, to RESTORE this country to greatness
But, amongst my own kind, I am CERTAIN, we will prevail.
Today is St George's Day. 🏴
Your patron saint wasn't English. Your flag wasn't English either.
Here's why we claimed them both. 🏴🇬🇧
He was from Cappadocia. Modern Turkey.
A Roman soldier. The Praetorian Guard. Diocletian's personal bodyguard.
303 AD. The Emperor orders him to persecute Christians.
He refuses. Walks into the throne room. Tells the Emperor his order is cruel.
They offer him his life back. Gold. Land. His old command.
He refuses again.
23rd of April, 303. They behead him.
1,723 years ago today.
The flag was Genoese. 1099. Their navy was so feared that Barbary pirates turned home at the sight of it.
In 1190, Richard the Lionheart signed a treaty. English ships could fly the cross for protection.
We flew it so long we forgot it wasn't ours.
In 2018, the Mayor of Genoa wrote to the Queen asking for 247 years of back rent.
She didn't reply.
Edward III makes George our patron saint.
Henry V cries his name at Agincourt.
A Roman soldier from Cappadocia became the name Englishmen died for.
We didn't inherit our patron saint. We chose him. And we chose a soldier who refused.
That is your history.
This is who we are. 🇬🇧
We find what Britain has forgotten. And we tell it properly.
https://t.co/rih7iKwnvf
Be part of us. Be Proud Of Us. 🙏🇬🇧
The EU Parliament just overwhelmingly passed deportation legislation.
ITS CLEAR.
EUROPE is ready for mass deportations.
Nationalism and patriotism is growing rapidly.
The Globalist era is coming to an END.
@RupertLowe10 Once again a common sense approach. I moved to Spain, legally because of the state of the UK. I am a high income tax earner and guess what? I have Spanish language lessons and if I go to hospital or any service where my Spanish will not suffice I pay for a translator.