German, British and European, living in the UK. Woke.
Guildford, England
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Marie Rumler retweeted
Best anecdote in Carol Thatcher's book about her father is when Sir Denis boarded a train at Paddington in which the only empty compartment was reserved for Rosewood Psychiatric Hospital.
Denis travelled alone and in comfort as far as Reading when "all these chaps piled in", accompanied by a male nurse, who counted them before the train moved off.
'One, two, three, four ... who are you?"
"I'm the Prime Minister's husband."
"Six, seven, eight, nine..."
Marie Rumler retweeted
Angela Rayner, "We're ten years on from the Brexit referendum"
"We've see the damage that has been done (by Brexit) - 20% down on exports"
"We should be having an honest conversation how Britain can get the best deal going forward"
"This is about where we are today, how it has affected our economy, and how do we go into the future.. And that has to be based on facts"
"I remember the Brexit debate. I remember the promised made to the British people: leave the EU, more money for NHS, better economy - people haven't seen that realised"
"What Prime Minister Andy Burnham and I want is that we have an honest conversation the facts"
"It won't be a conversation like in 2016, because we've left the European Union. We can't go back. But what we can do is say how can we provide a better solution"
#RejoinEU
My view:
For ten years, Brexiters have peddled the fantasy that leaving the EU would make Britain richer, stronger and more prosperous. They promised more money for the NHS, greater economic opportunities, less bureaucracy and a thriving economy.
Where are those promised Brexit dividends?
Instead, we've had weakened trade, damaged businesses, lost investment, reduced opportunities and an economy burdened by barriers we deliberately imposed on ourselves.
The OBR estimates Brexit will leave Britain's productivity 4% lower and exports and imports 15% below where they would otherwise have been.
These aren't imaginary costs. They affect jobs, wages, tax revenues, public services and living standards.
Yet the architects and cheerleaders of Brexit continue making excuses, blaming everyone but themselves and refusing to accept responsibility for the damage.
Britain cannot build a stronger economy while deliberately distancing itself from its largest trading partner.
If we're serious about growth, investment, innovation and opportunity, rebuilding our relationship with the EU is one of the most powerful steps we can take.
And we shouldn't settle for half-measures that leave us following European rules without having a democratic say in shaping them.
We should be discussing full EU membership, restoring freedom of movement, removing trade barriers and giving British businesses and young people opportunities they have unnecessarily lost.
Rejoining won't solve every problem overnight. But continuing to defend a failed economic experiment certainly won't solve them either.
Brexit was a political choice. Rejoining can be one too.
We had the sovereignty to leave. We have the sovereignty to return.
It's time to put Britain's future ahead of the wounded pride of those who sold us Brexit.
#RejoinEU
Marie Rumler retweeted
This is huge.
A just-released SEC filing makes an extraordinary revelation: Mark Zuckerberg is getting ready to pay California’s 5% billionaire wealth tax and has signed an agreement to remain in California for 8 years.
We are witnessing a global turning point unfold before our eyes. 🧵
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Which? magazine urges people to stop using Booking.com on the grounds they are hopeless at detecting scams on their site. Quite right too. Use Booking.com at your peril.
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Trump: I wanna wrap up the speech. You just heard best individual poverty numbers. In other words, the poverty, higher than they've ever been before by a lot
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The death penalty is inadmissible because it is an attack on the inviolability and dignity of the person. The common good can be safeguarded and the requirements of justice can be met without recourse to capital punishment: effective systems of detention have been developed that protect citizens while at the same time do not completely deprive those who are guilty of the possibility of redemption. #NoDeathPenalty
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In 1970, a 23-year-old physics student at Imperial College London found himself at a life-altering crossroads.
Brian May was deep into his doctoral research on cosmic dust—specifically the zodiacal dust cloud, the tiny particles that drift through the solar system and scatter sunlight. His PhD was well underway, and a promising academic career in astrophysics lay ahead.
But there was another path calling him.
May was also the lead guitarist of a newly signed rock band named Queen. With a record deal secured and tours on the horizon, the band’s momentum was building fast. Faced with an impossible choice between the guitar and the telescope, May made his decision: he paused his studies and bet everything on music.
Queen’s ascent was meteoric. By the mid-1970s, they had become a global phenomenon. Timeless anthems like “Bohemian Rhapsody” and “We Will Rock You” exploded onto the charts, while May’s iconic homemade guitar, the Red Special, helped define the band’s legendary sound. Stadiums sold out worldwide, and millions of albums flew off the shelves.
Yet throughout his rock stardom, May never fully let go of his scientific passion. Even at the height of Queen’s fame, he stayed connected to astrophysics—reading journals, attending lectures when possible, and maintaining contact with his former supervisor, Professor Michael Rowan-Robinson, who had once told him: “You can always come back and finish.”
Thirty-six years after stepping away, in 2006, May decided the time had finally come. He reached out to Rowan-Robinson, and together they revived the long-dormant project. Though the field had moved forward and his original data needed updating, his early observations still held real scientific value.
Balancing his ongoing music career with late-night research sessions, May updated his work, incorporated new findings, and refined his analysis. In 2007, at the age of 60, Imperial College London officially awarded him a PhD in astrophysics—not an honorary title, but one earned through rigorous research and peer review.
Dr. Brian May had finally completed what he started more than three decades earlier.
His journey is a powerful reminder that passion has no expiration date. Whether on stage under stadium lights or studying the dust between the planets, Brian May proved it’s never too late to finish what you began.
Marie Rumler retweeted
Can’t make this 💩💩💩up!!!
RFK Jr said "Infertility is genetic. If your parents can't have kids, neither can you."
Thats who’s in charge of women’s health in America Folks ….
Readers added context they thought people might want to know
There is no evidence RFK Jr. ever said this. Fact-checkers traced the line to an online joke that circulated for years before being misattributed to him in a July 2026 TikTok; versions date back to a 2022 X post and humor books from 1997. snopes.com/fact-check/rfk… leadstories.com/hoax-alert/202…
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Today, I was reminded that war has other ways of killing people.
No explosion. No blood. No body pulled from beneath the rubble.
Sometimes, it kills so quietly that the death is eventually called natural.
I was speaking to a friend in Gaza today when he told me that his aunt had died that morning.
Death has become such an ordinary part of our conversations that I asked almost automatically: “What happened to her?”
I meant medically.
Her heart? A stroke? An illness?
He said: “She wasn’t very old. But during the war, she lost two daughters and three sons.”
That was his answer.
And I did not ask again.
Because somehow, five dead children felt like a complete medical history.
What diagnosis could I possibly have been looking for after that?
I kept thinking about her. About waking up every morning in a world where five of the people you once carried, raised, worried about, waited for, and called by name are no longer there.
Five children. Five voices gone. Five empty places in one mother’s life.
I wondered whether she ever woke for one brief second before remembering.
Before the first name returned. Then the second. Then the third. Then the fourth. Then the fifth.
Perhaps dying that morning was the gentlest thing death had done to her during this war.
Her death may now be written down in a few clinical words.
Cardiac arrest. Stroke. Natural causes.
And perhaps medically, one of those words is correct.
But there is nothing natural about burying five of your children and then being expected to continue living.
There is nothing natural about a heart being asked to carry that much grief.
I do not know what medically stopped her heart that morning. Perhaps a doctor could give it a name.
But medicine can tell us how a body died without always telling us what happened to the person who lived inside it.
And this is another kind of death in Gaza that I fear we are learning to normalize.
The people killed by bombs are counted.
The people buried beneath buildings are counted.
But what about those who survive the explosion and spend the months and years after it being consumed by what it took from them?
The mothers who buried their children. The fathers who lost entire families.
The children whose nervous systems learned fear before they learned multiplication.
The people whose bodies escaped the rubble, but whose lives never really did.
War does not kill only at the moment of impact.
Sometimes, it leaves the body alive while something inside it begins to break.
And this is why I no longer know when a massacre like this truly ends.
Perhaps not when the last bomb falls.
Perhaps not when the last ceasefire is signed.
Perhaps it ends only when the last person carrying it inside them is gone.
Until then, Gaza will continue burying people whose death certificates say they died of one thing, while the people who loved them know that their dying began long before.
#SurvivalTestimony
Marie Rumler retweeted
Yep
- his parents
- Kruger's parents
- Braverman's parents
- Braverman's husband
- Farage's ex wife
- Farage's girlfriend
- Zahawi and his parents
Marie Rumler retweeted
Well worth a read
Some thoughts on Reform's latest £72m donation
comment.press/farage
Marie Rumler retweeted
The number of scanners a health service has matters.
You can’t diagnose and treat people quickly if you don’t have enough CT, MRI and PET scanners.
So how many do different countries have per million people?
🇯🇵 Japan: 184
🇦🇺 Australia: 94
🇬🇷 Greece: 92
🇰🇷 South Korea: 87
🇺🇸 USA: 86
🇮🇹 Italy: 79
🇩🇪 Germany: 74
🇫🇮 Finland: 55
OECD average: 51
What about in the UK?
Marie Rumler retweeted
Ne vous disputez pas avec les gens de plus de 60 ans. Vraiment, évitez.
Ce n’est pas seulement une question d’âge : c’est une véritable leçon de survie.
Ils ont grandi sans Google, sans livraison de repas à domicile, sans podcasts de développement personnel et sans bouton « Annuler ». Quand quelque chose tombait en panne, ils attrapaient du ruban adhésif, du WD-40, un marteau et affichaient un air tellement déterminé que même l’appareil en panne finissait par douter de lui-même.
Enfants, ils savaient exactement dans quelle humeur était leur mère rien qu’au bruit qu’elle faisait en posant plus ou moins violemment la poêle en fonte sur la cuisinière.
C’était la génération des enfants qui rentraient seuls de l’école, avec la clé de la maison autour du cou et des consignes très claires : réchauffer le déjeuner et surtout ne pas mettre le feu à la cuisine. À dix ans, ils étaient capables d’aller à vélo jusqu’à l’épicerie du coin, d’acheter une bouteille de lait pour la voisine, de nourrir le chien et d’avoir encore le temps de jouer dehors avec les copains jusqu’à la tombée de la nuit.
Leurs genoux étaient en permanence couverts d’égratignures, de bleus et de traces de désinfectant. Leur trousse de premiers secours universelle ? Un petit rinçage rapide sous le tuyau d’arrosage et un pansement. Tant qu’aucun os ne dépassait, tout allait bien.
Ils buvaient directement au tuyau d’arrosage, mangeaient du pain de mie couvert de beurre et de sucre, partageaient une seule bouteille de Coca à cinq et, mystérieusement, survivaient malgré cette absence totale de désinfection.
C’est la génération qui sait rembobiner une cassette audio avec un crayon. Celle qui connaît le suspense d’attendre toute une semaine qu’un film passe à la télévision, parce que si on le ratait… c’était fini. Elle se souvient des téléphones à cadran, des énormes annuaires en papier dans lesquels on cherchait le numéro d’une famille, et de l’excitation provoquée par l’arrivée de la télévision en couleur.
Ils ont connu les lignes téléphoniques partagées, les rubans de machines à écrire, les premiers téléphones portables gros comme des briques, puis les téléphones à clapet. Et aujourd’hui, il leur arrive peut-être de vous envoyer accidentellement un message vocal de sept minutes dont les six premières sont essentiellement constituées de leur respiration et de :
« Allô ? Tu m’entends ? »
Et ne vous avisez surtout pas de rire.
Parce que sans GPS, ces gens étaient capables de traverser la moitié du pays avec pour seuls guides une vieille carte routière en papier, une glacière remplie de sandwichs et cette conviction profonde que :
« La sortie ne devrait plus être très loin… »
Ce sont les maîtres absolus de la débrouille domestique. Ils savent recoudre, resserrer, recoller et réparer à peu près n’importe quoi. Et quelque part dans leur placard, ils possèdent un fameux « sac à sacs » rempli de sacs en plastique, probablement plus vieux que la moitié des gadgets électroniques que vous possédez.
Alors, laissez tranquilles les gens de plus de 60 ans.
Ils ont connu le monde avant Internet, puis ils ont appris à vivre dans celui d’après. Et pendant tout ce temps, ils ne se sont pas contentés de survivre : ils se sont débrouillés, adaptés et ont continué à avancer.
Et si vous fouillez leurs poches aujourd’hui, vous y trouverez probablement un bonbon à la menthe, un mouchoir soigneusement plié, un comprimé contre la douleur « au cas où »… et surtout une sagesse acquise à la dure qu’aucun App Store ne pourra jamais vous permettre de télécharger.
Marie Rumler retweeted
🔴Husam Abu Safia is one of 95 doctors sentenced to death by Israel.
His only “crime” was treating and caring for the wounded people of Gaza—people Israel wants dead.
If you don’t want to watch him face execution, share this.
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BREAKING: During his speech today, Donald Trump recounted helping save Titanic victims: “I saved more people than anybody, many people, the best people. I said, ‘Turn left, Captain. Very simple. Very easy.’ He didn’t listen. I know icebergs. Nobody knows icebergs better than me.”
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What exactly does qualify for the 25th if not this? This is what the pathetic clown spends his time on when he's not ruining Washington. Yet no one interviewing a cabinet member, say Vance, dares confront them about this lunacy.
