adrianlenard.bsky.social
Woke leftie. Bit sweary. Grateful for the chance to get old.đ
Things I like:
Dorothy and all her friends
Dogs
New stuff
Old cars
Snarky feminists
Kier Starmer
A secure Israel
A viable Palestine
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Plus: most of the abused girls were from really negligent, dysfunctional âtroubledâ families. They were as much victims of their families as they were of any âgroomersâ. I wonder what colour and religion their hopeless parents were?
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If platforms were school friends, Bluesky wd be the one your mum likes who presses flowers on cards for you. Twitter wd be the one who lights his farts and teaches you rude words to pop songs.
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Scroll past endless verbiage and five adverts to find the lamest nickname barely worthy of an 8 year old.
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Oh. Has she died?
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Why on earth did you wait so long? If it were me, those fuses wouldâve been in the bin at the end of Freshers WeekâŚ
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The Cambridge Diet, probably. Full of shit and wind.
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A âthoughtful analysisâ introduced with a tired old cliche. In the bin
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Well it depends whether youâre capable of describing a change of direction without using a very tired old clicheâŚ
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Itâs all about context. Hear them in a hotel car park at a wedding in in Leicester when youâre standing too close - theyâre awful. Hear them in the distance, on a misty day in the highlands and I defy you not to either feel a frisson of fear or actually start crying
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Think of the poor freelance trainer, being paid bugger-all per day to run the councilâs EDI training and having to put up with that showboating little cunt sitting in the back row sneering. If he refuses to show up, theyâll all sigh huge sigh of relief
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Gazza. For weeks after the Hamas attacks, every time anyone posted about the way Gaza was being destroyed, I instantly thought âYeah, what happened after Italia90 was awful.â And then felt ashamed.
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Unless heâs under 30, in which case itâs perfectly normal not to bother if you live in a city.
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I once almost literally bumped into a completely naked Frank Bruno in the changing rooms at Champneys. He looked absolutely magnificent.
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I vowed I would never willingly set foot on a P&O ship ever again. And this just reinforces that commitment. What a bunch of chancers
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A decent portrait has to at least capture the essence of someone. This doesnât. Be honest: if you didnât know who they were meant to be, would you have guessed the Gallaghers? I wouldnât. Even the distinctive eyebrows are completely wrong.
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I cannot imagine the chutzpah it takes to post something like that, after all thatâs happened. Still, the advice is good - we trusted our instincts, and were proved right: she and her husband were wrongâunsâŚ
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What happens if you donât complete it? Do you piss yourself trying?
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Itâs summer time. Urban Brits have enjoyed a bit of a riot on a summerâs eve for decades. Every time, itâs heralded as some new phenomenon, but itâs just good old fashioned fun to thrown rocks and petrol bombs at the police and wear combats and a face mask with your mates
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Put your Mumâs laptop down and go finish your homework. Scallywag.
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God I love this. Every word. Thank you for posting it.
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Try asking for Marmite. Their heads explode!
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Itâs not the politics pages that irritate me in the Grauniad. Itâs almost everything else. The weekend mag used to be a joy, but these days itâs just filler and self-consciously edgy crap.
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I know. Sigh. I really like everything about the Guardian except reading it.
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I reached that conclusion a while back about the Guardian, after reading it all my adult life. Like a grumpy teacher who desperately needs to retire, itâs tetchy, gloomy and utterly devoid of charm.
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I know we shouldnât judge a book by its cover, but boy, he sure looks like a wrongâun.
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listening to somebody read something is not the same as reading something. Youâre consuming the content, but you donât read with your ears.
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He was talking in the context of the decline of reading amongst all age groups of children. In that context (âIâd rather my children read than listened to audiobooksâ) his view is perfectly reasonable.
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The notion that robins are the spirit of departed loved ones is an ancient belief that has persisted for hundreds of years.
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This is me, searching for your point
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Tim Davie right now:
*scribbles furiously*
*shuts notebook*
*smiles quietly*
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Cunts gotta cunt, sâposeâŚ
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Fuck him and fuck everyone who voted for him and fuck anyone who serves under him. Fuck em all.
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March 1984. My first brand new car. In the cassette player is the only cassette I own that isnât boxed up in my parents loft -
Side A . Sweet Dreams by The Eurythmics
Side B: Avalon by Roxy Music.
Itâs the sound of that year.
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âIâd give it five, love. Iâve left Angela Lansburyâs Power Loaf in thereâ
âOoh you dirty fucking beastâ
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I think it helps that we stick to familiar routines around his food, walks and sleeps, so the important things stay the sameâŚ
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Thatâs been our experience too. Our Campervan is his home too, and heâs relaxed and happy wherever we go in it.
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The 20mph limit has transformed driving in London. Suddenly, switching lanes is easy, you have time to read street names, everyone is calmer. And thatâs before we even consider the environmental and safety benefits. Best thing to happen to London traffic since the box junctionâŚ
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Does anyone care what that grumpy old mare thinks about anything? The editor certainly doesnât
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Theyâre not bankrupt, and thereâs the small matter of the ÂŁ23bn owed by Thames Water alone. Renege on that and no bank will ever invest in any UK utility ever again and you can kiss goodbye to any infrastructure project you can nameâŚ
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In all the endless guff about nationalising water, no one ever explains how we would pay for it. They seem to think we can just take it over and write off all the debt. When even the WFA is a struggle to afford, finding ÂŁ50bn+ to nationalise water is simply for the birds
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Fuck him. Iâve no patience with people of colour -or gay people- who cosy up to racists to further their agenda. At least Quisling got hanged for his trouble.
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Ummm, no. Itâs the cheap stuff from a wholesaler, not the cheap stuff from a retailer. Have you never heard of margins?
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Once again, GBU nails it both times.
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Well thereâs legal stealing (loading a business u own with debt to fund equity payments) and thereâs illegal stealing - taking an asset from the people who own it without paying for it. Any effort to seize the business without honouring its debts is most definitely illegal stealing.
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I think that business model is called (apologies for getting all technical) âstealingâ. If you fuck about with the ÂŁ23bn of debt, you simply screw the chance of any utility ever being able to borrow money again. The whole situation stinks, but there is no palatable or legal way out of it, sadly.