A red Queen Victoria on a mossy tarmac pavement with a funeral director's shop behind.
Kenilworth Road in Wallasey. Saw this tonight and thought of you
A red Queen Victoria on a mossy tarmac pavement with a funeral director's shop behind.
Kenilworth Road in Wallasey. Saw this tonight and thought of you
there are many, many depictions of the faerie folk in fiction but I think the Nac Mac Feegle may be my very favorite
βNac Mac Feegle! The Wee Free Men! Nae king! Nae quin! Nae laird! Nae master! We willna' be fooled again!β
Lovely evening of leafleting with @wirralgreenparty.bsky.social in Seacombe. And looked like a cracking turnout - of all political stripes - at the Town Hall to protest the Peak Cluster pipeline.
Too busy reporting on Princess Eugenie, Crufts, and (no word of a lie) a charity shop in *New Zealand* having a bag of weed and money donated to them.
Jo Cox was killed by a man like that guy harassing Hannah Spencer
Hope you both have a lovely anniversary!
Itβs that simple:
1. Stop making things worse.
2. Make things better, in any way at all.
3. β¦
4. Not be worse than the Tories for LGBTQIA+ people.
no, I don't need to care about whiny ninnies who are scared of the rainbow flag and immigrants, for fuck's sake, grow the fuck up, the world is literally on fire.
Diane Sindall: Family of murder victim appeal for information after wrongful conviction
Our eldest got TWO from Angela Eagle - who's franking machine still has the old Queen on - about the Pride in Place funding for round here, despite now not even living in England π
Weird. I've just had this fella at the door.
Brian - maybe tag the image so that people who don't want to see bodies on their timeline on a Monday morning don't have to?
Of course, today is Bash The Trans Kids Day, not Save The Planet And The Economy Day.
You'd think, given the coming crisis in oil/petrol, the government would be asking people - if they're able - to try and take public transport and keep the stuff in the pumps for longer.
It's been *sixteen years* since Mum died, and sometimes the grief rolls right back in like waves on the incoming tide.
A combination of all the chat about strong women, it being mother's day next weekend, and a post I made about my nan's chip butties earlier have me feeling big sad, missing my mum and nan.
Stupid brain.
Seems to be the way they do things round here, too. Huge amounts of historic buildings in Wirral have burned down when the land is "needed"
Love them. They always look like Grandpa Broon.
I think it's more that my life isn't at all peoply most of the time.
Bloody hell, there was only ten at the match.
He could take a Robin Cook memorial walking tour in Scotland, for preference.
Oh, yeah, but it's still *people*. I don't see a lot of them in my day to day life, so...
Well, I mean, that as well. Just Labour ran with that.
*And* I'm getting a chippy tea afterwards.
It's weird that they're not coming out on the streets when the US and Israel have *literally made it rain oil* in Tehran, hey?
Going to leaflet with the relaunched Seacombe Greens tomorrow afternoon and I'm simultaneously excited about helping to bin off Labour in this ward for the first time ever next year, and dreading it, because *people*.
Well, it *is* half past seven.
In fairness, the blame for this lies with the Tories, and Labour did criticise the closure of so much gas storage at the time.
I bought four toilet rolls this morning, so I'm sorted.
They were the finest things. Actually better than chippy chips.