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Lucy singing Purple Rain in her final high school Christmas Spectacular - 2023. 💜 💜 💜 – at Lowestoft, England
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Des Lynam was such a big part of the TV coverage of Bobby Robson's England era, so it felt essential that he should feature in our new book. Turns out he's rather pleased with it too...
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The biggest farmer in Britain is a charity with 5 million members, and it is spending their subscriptions on taking the farming off its own land.
Every activist reaches for the same line. British agriculture has been swallowed by corporations, faceless Big Ag, the family farm long gone. The Trust's own accounts answer that. The National Trust owns about 620,000 acres, more than Dyson, more than the Crown, more than any company in the country, and around 1,300 tenant families pay it rent to farm them. It is the largest landlord of working farms in Britain. Big Ag here is a charity that sells scones.
Last year it announced a nature plan with a target area covering nearly all the land it owns, which means nearly all the land those families work. The Tenant Farmers Association called it removing land from the farmed estate unnecessarily for rewilding, and that is as close to a swearword as the TFA gets in print.
The land it is planning for was not bought. It was given, by people with conditions. Beatrix Potter left the Trust the biggest gift of farmland it ever received on the written instruction that the farms stayed working farms and the Herdwicks stayed on their fells, hefted to their own ground, the flock passing with the tenancy. Those sheep are still up there because a tenancy agreement keeps them there. Thin the stock on a Lakeland fell in the name of nature and you are overturning the will of the woman who gave you the fell.
So if you pay the £8 a month for the car park, the tearoom and the sense that something is being looked after, understand what the direct debit is funding this decade. A plan to replace the thing you walk past with the view of it.
The corporation you were warned about has a membership card and a gift shop.
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Guest: "What's the healthy option?"
Hotel staff: "The granola station, sir."
Guest: "What's in the granola?"
Hotel staff: "Oats, honey, rapeseed oil, a touch of sugar."
Guest: "So a biscuit, loose."
Hotel staff: "The low-fat yoghurt, then."
Guest: "What replaced the fat?"
Hotel staff: "Sugar. And a thickener."
Guest: "The orange juice?"
Hotel staff: "Freshly poured. From a carton. Four oranges a glass, none of the orange."
Guest: "The avocado toast?"
Hotel staff: "Flown from Peru, laid on bread, with chilli flakes to take your mind off it."
Guest: "The oat milk?"
Hotel staff: "Rapeseed oil again, in a different hat."
Guest: "And that hot tray at the end with the lid on?"
Hotel staff: "Bacon, sausage, eggs, black pudding. The unhealthy option."
Guest: "Four animals and nothing from a refinery."
Hotel staff: "I'm told to say granola, sir."
Guest: "Tell them I had the granola."
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Once every ten days, a bright canary-yellow bullet train glides into Tokyo Station at full speed, yet not a single passenger is allowed to step on board.
Its windows are mostly covered from the inside, its timetable is never published for the public, and there are no ticketed seats in any of its seven cars.
In Japan, every child and every commuter knows this train by two English words: Doctor Yellow.
Since the Tokaido Shinkansen began running between Tokyo and Osaka in October 1964, Japanese bullet trains have carried more than seven billion passengers at speeds up to one hundred and eighty-five miles per hour with zero passenger fatalities from derailments or collisions.
Critics sometimes assume that kind of sixty-year safety record is a miracle of luck.
It is not luck; it is what happens when a nation builds a high-speed hospital train whose only patient is the steel track itself.
Why does Japan run a seven-car bullet train painted bright yellow with zero paying customers on board?
In the early days of high-speed rail, engineers realized that checking hundreds of miles of track on foot at night with hand gauges was too slow, and that tracks behave differently when a three-hundred-ton train slams over them at one hundred and sixty-eight miles per hour.
So Japanese railway engineers took a seven-car Class 923 Shinkansen trainset and packed every car from nose to tail with laser-optical sensors, gyroscopes, accelerometers, and high-speed cameras.
Running in the middle of the regular passenger schedule at a full one hundred and sixty-eight miles per hour, Doctor Yellow fires laser beams onto the left and right rails to measure track width, vertical dip, and curvature alignment down to one-tenth of a millimeter, about the thickness of a single human hair.
At the same time, two special observation domes built into the roof and laser pantographs check the overhead high-voltage copper wire for microscopic wear before a single spark can cause a power outage.
The instant Doctor Yellow detects a rail that has shifted by even a fraction of an inch, it beams the exact GPS coordinates to maintenance crews waiting along the line so they can fix the spot that very night after the last passenger train goes to sleep.
Because its schedule is kept secret so crowds do not pack the platforms, Japanese commuters treat spotting Doctor Yellow by chance as a genuine good-luck charm that brings happiness for the rest of the week.
Safety is never an accident when engineers check their work down to the width of a hair.
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Eat a mouthful of grass and you get nothing. It goes in green and comes out green, with a slightly sore jaw for your trouble.
Eat straw and you get nothing. Your gut cannot touch cellulose, and it will tell you so for two days.
Eat acorns and you get tannins, a bitter mouth and a very long afternoon.
Eat bracken and you get a carcinogen with a view.
Eat nettles, thistles, gorse, rushes and heather and you get a mouth full of blood and not one calorie.
Eat the beet pulp, the oat husks and the spent brewer's grain and you get the sweepings the factory could not sell to a human at any price.
Now put the whole hillside in front of a cow.
She turns every one of them into steak, butter, cream, milk and a leather coat, on ground that will never grow a lettuce, using four stomachs and a fermentation vat you were not issued.
The grass she eats grew on rain and sunlight, for free, on a slope nobody can plough, and she walks up it herself.
She is the only creature on earth that can take a field of inedible fibre and hand you back the most nutrient-dense food there is, and she does it while being told she is the problem.
She is eating the 90% of the planet's plants that you cannot. Nobody at the table was going to touch them.
Best plant-based diet ever invented. It just has a cow in the middle doing the chewing.
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So why don't Brits want to be care workers?
Do they think it's beneath them? Is it the low wages? Or what?
I was a care worker for a year. About 16/17 years ago.
I was so sick of working for solicitors. Targets for always having 150 live files. Targets for billing. Clients shouting at you. Lenders' call centres in India who you couldn't understand. Constant meetings and training in just more bureaucratic nonsense. Partners who ignored you. Bullying office managers.
So I left. I worked for Age UK for a year.
I went to old people's houses. I did whatever they wanted. Cleaned their toilets. Did their ironing. Took them shopping, collected their medication. Took their curtains down for cleaning. Made their beds. Dusted and hoovered, cooked and helped them with the crossword. Took them for walks, chatted, laughed and cried. Once I had to clean a bathroom where the old woman had suffered from norovirus. It wasn't pleasant. But it needed to be done.
And do you know what?
I loved it. I loved them. I loved every minute. I loved every old person I went to.
Just to pull up in your car outside their house and see them standing at the window waiting for you, their face lighting up when they saw you. It was the most rewarding, humbling and best job I've ever had.
One woman gave me a choc ice at the end of every visit. One man gave me lots of recipes for Italian food. One woman gave me plant cuttings from her garden.
I wasn't shouted at. I wasn't given targets. I wasn't ignored and scowled at. I wasn't stressed. I was just being a human being with other human beings who still had so much to give back. If only people took the time and trouble to listen and care.
At the end of that year, I moved to Tenerife for a year. I couldn't face going back to work in a solicitors' office and I knew I could live cheaply in Tenerife.
After a year in Tenerife, I moved back to the UK. My husband couldn't get medical insurance abroad. My own mum and stepfather had become more frail so I needed to be able to visit them a couple of times a week - from Suffolk where I moved back to and travelling to them in Croydon.
So I ended up back working for solicitors in Suffolk. And still hated every minute of it.
But I have my memories. Memories of the lovely old people I visited. And the best and most rewarding job I've ever done.
But let's be honest. It's the wages. The wages need to be increased to tempt more British people into these jobs. Our elderly people deserve to be cared for by British people who understand them, respect and love them. 💕
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Customer: "That rib's a funny colour. Darker than the rest."
Butcher: "That's off a cow. A dairy cow, eight years old."
Customer: "I thought beef had to be young."
Butcher: "It had to be under thirty months in this country for the best part of ten years. Mad cow rules. The whole trade got used to killing them as teenagers and never went back."
Customer: "So eight is ancient."
Butcher: "Eight is middle-aged, and she's spent it eating grass and raising calves. Every year's gone into that fat. The yellow you're looking at is eight summers."
Customer: "Who buys it?"
Butcher: "The Spanish. The Basques pay more for a steak off a twelve-year-old cow than you've paid for anything in here. There's restaurants in London charging a hundred and twenty quid for a chop off a Galician cow older than their waiters."
Customer: "For an old cow?"
Butcher: "For a cow that's lived. The young stuff tastes of the shed it was finished in. This tastes of the field."
Customer: "What would you have done with her before the Spanish wanted her?"
Butcher: "Mince for the burger vans. Or the dog. Eight years of the best eating in Britain, sold at the price of scrap because a leaflet in 1996 decided beef stops at thirty months."
Customer: "Go on, a rib off her."
Butcher: "Rest it longer than you'd think. She's earned it."
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On 25 May 1982 an Exocet sank the ship carrying Britain's heavy-lift helicopters, so the Royal Marines and the Paras carried the war across the Falklands on their backs.
The Atlantic Conveyor went down with three of the four big Chinooks, six Wessex and a Lynx. Twelve men died with her. The plan to fly the troops forward sank with them.
From the beachhead at San Carlos to Stanley was around 56 miles. Nothing on the Falklands runs in a straight line.
Peat bog that swallowed a boot to the shin. Tussock grass in knee-high clumps. Rivers of loose rock. Rain two days in three, sleet, and a wind straight off the Southern Ocean.
45 Commando went first. Twelve miles to New House, eight more to Douglas, then on to Teal Inlet. 3 Para marched for 24 hours in two columns. The Marines called it yomping. The Paras called it tabbing.
Each man carried 80 pounds and often far more. Rifle, ammunition, mortar rounds, radio batteries, sleeping bag, rations, a shovel. About the weight of a grown Labrador, carried for days, then dug in under at night.
At the end of it there was no rest. They went up Two Sisters, Mount Longdon and Mount Harriet, and fought at night, up rock, some of it with bayonets.
The photograph of the yomp, a Marine with a Union flag tied to his radio aerial, became the picture of the whole war.
Those men are in their sixties and seventies now.
Around 2020 the fitness industry discovered walking about with a heavy pack and called it rucking.
The Marines called it getting to the fight.
Was so very pleasing that yesterdays minutes silence, after the Last Post, was observed impeccably. Not always the case these days.
#wewillrememberthem
#itfc
#hcafc
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31 October 1973. 1st episode of the 26-part classic ITV documentary series World at War was broadcast. It was narrated by Laurence Olivier with music by Carl Davies. It cost £900,000 (worth £11 million today).
28/9/1915.
My Grandfather L/Cpl John Carroll DCM 8686 2/Leicesters after the battle of Loos.
Went over the top at 6 a.m. they were heavily gassed and sustained massive casualties. 72 men were killed, 217 wounded with 42 badly gassed and 96 missing.
#wewillrememberthem
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THEY RAPED MORE THAN 1,000 CHILDREN IN TELFORD. SOME WERE 11. LUCY LOWE WAS 14 WHEN SHE HAD A CHILD BY THE MAN WHO WAS ABUSING HER. SHE WAS 15 AND PREGNANT AGAIN WHEN HE SET FIRE TO HER HOME AND BURNED HER TO DEATH WITH HER MOTHER, HER SISTER AND HER UNBORN CHILD. AFTER HER MURDER THE MEN USED HER NAME TO KEEP THE OTHER GIRLS QUIET, TELLING THEM THEY WOULD BE NEXT IF THEY EVER SPOKE.
The police and the council knew what was being done to those girls and left them to it for another twenty years. When the truth finally came out, the Labour leader of the council wrote to the Home Secretary to stop an inquiry. The man who tried to stop it went on to become MP. He has now been promoted to Labour Government Whip.
In July 2022, Tom Crowther KC's independent inquiry concluded that an estimate of up to 1,000 children sexually exploited over three decades was reasonable, and recorded that those who knew the cases called that figure conservative.
The police, the council and the other agencies had the warning signs in front of them for years and did nothing with them. The girls were written off as prostitutes and blamed for what grown men did to them. Crowther found that nervousness about race had discouraged investigations. The girls had told him the men were Pakistani. He wrote their word down once, as their description, and then gave his own finding as men of "southern Asian heritage". The nervousness he found in the police and the council runs through his own report.
The police knew who the men were. The council knew which girls were being passed between them. Lucy Lowe's murder told the girls of Telford who were thinking of speaking exactly what it would cost them.
Then the council leader tried to stop anyone looking. On 22 September 2016, Shaun Davies, the Labour leader of Telford and Wrekin Council, wrote to the Home Secretary that "we do not feel at this time that a further inquiry is necessary". For two years the council found reasons to say no.
Lucy Allan, Telford's MP at the time, listed them in the Commons. The national inquiry would cover Telford. An inquiry would cost too much. Ofsted had given the council a good report. There was nothing to see. Only after sustained pressure from survivors and campaigners did Telford commission Crowther's investigation.
THE INQUIRY TELFORD GOT HAD NO POWER TO COMPEL A SINGLE WITNESS. THE DETECTIVE WHO RAN THE LUCY LOWE CASE AND THE COUNCIL'S CHIEF EXECUTIVE STAYED AWAY FROM IT.
The survivors asked for a statutory inquiry with the power to summon witnesses. Davies gave them one without it. Crowther took evidence from 170 witnesses.
- Eleven people refused to give evidence, provided very limited evidence, or refused permission for their contact details to be passed to Crowther's inquiry.
- Another 20 people could not be interviewed. Seven could not be located despite repeated attempts. Another 13 had known contact details but failed to respond despite repeated attempts.
- Victor Brownlees, chief executive of Telford & Wrekin Council from 2009 to 2011 and formerly acting director of children's services, declined to meet the inquiry. He submitted a very brief statement by email and said he had retained no council documents after leaving.
- Clive Harding, a West Mercia Police Detective Chief Inspector who led the Lucy Lowe triple murder investigation, declined to speak to the inquiry. He argued that the original investigation records contained everything relevant. Crowther wrote to him again, but Harding did not reply.
- Geoff Harding, a retired West Mercia Police Detective Chief Inspector who subsequently worked for Telford & Wrekin Council as an Integrated Services Manager supporting children and families, declined to meet the inquiry. He submitted a very short written summary through West Mercia Police. Crowther described his inability to recall relevant child sexual exploitation cases as remarkable.
- Shropshire Council, whose predecessor had responsibility for children's social services in Telford until 1998, provided responses Crowther described as potentially combative. A request for historical taxi licensing information remained partially outstanding when he published his report, although Crowther did not believe the council had deliberately withheld documents.
Crowther said the four witnesses he named for staying away did not materially affect his conclusions. I do not accept that. Davies himself admitted to Parliament on 21 January 2025 that people the inquiry wanted to talk to did not come forward.
An inquiry that 31 people could refuse, dodge or vanish from, that a former chief executive could answer by email, and that a neighbouring council could stonewall was the inquiry Shaun Davies chose for Telford's children.
AND TELFORD TODAY.
In July 2024, Shaun Davies became Telford's Labour MP. In May 2026, he was appointed Assistant Government Whip. On 22 July 2026, he was promoted to Government Whip, formally Junior Lord of the Treasury. The man who argued against a further inquiry into the rape of Telford's children enforces discipline among Labour MPs.
Anne Longfield chairs a statutory inquiry with the power to compel the witnesses Crowther could not. Telford is not on her list. On 17 July 2025 the council's Labour leader, Lee Carter, passed a motion that welcomed any role the inquiry might give Telford and wrote to the Home Secretary to say so. He did not demand a local investigation. Neither has Shaun Davies.
If Longfield has any desire to expose the cover up, she must name Telford herself. Maybe I can help her.
Last night, I drove to Telford to meet with a whistleblower. What I know now will destroy the council. It will also expose the Labour Party's part in the rape gang cover up in a way nothing before it has. When it is published, Longfield will have to name Telford. It is my intention to publish this weekend.
Raja Miah MBE
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You know what we are up against. The mainstream media will not touch my work. Institutions I investigate do not volunteer their records. Politicians do not suddenly decide to hold themselves to account.
And yet, despite every attempt to stop us, we forced the national inquiry. We did that because enough ordinary people refused to go away.
But getting the inquiry was never the end of this campaign. In many ways it was only the beginning. Now we have to watch where it goes, what it investigates, which places it avoids, which witnesses it calls, which records it obtains and whether the same institutions that failed these children are allowed to control the story again.
Nobody else is going to do that work for us. And I cannot do it indefinitely working on my own. That is why I keep talking about 50,000 committed subscribers.
It is not a vanity number. I did not pluck it out of the air. With fifty thousand people with me means when we uncover something important, it does not depend on a newspaper editor, a television producer or an algorithm deciding whether you are allowed to see it.
It gives us reach they cannot easily shut down.
But there is another reason. I need to build a proper backroom operation around this work. At the moment I am investigating, researching, writing, publishing, producing the videos, running the newsletter, dealing with the technology and then starting again. It is unsustainable.
I need people behind me who can take care of the technical and production work so that I can spend my time doing the thing I do best. That is why we have been pushing so hard for new paid subscribers.
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We forced the inquiry. Now we need the numbers to make sure they cannot control what happens next. Unfortunately, we are reaching the end of the road where I can continue working this way.
The paid subscriptions have stalled. The audience is growing, but the number of people actually standing behind the work is not growing with it. Over a million people engaged in my content this week. Only a small fraction followed up with a subscription to my newsletter This is becoming impossible to sustain.
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A restaurant makes more on the pasta than the steak, and the entire food system worked that out before you did.
The ribeye is £42 on the menu. It cost the kitchen about £14 to put on the plate.
The pasta is £18. It cost about £2.50, most of which was the parmesan.
The salad is £14. It cost about £2, and the lettuce was the expensive bit.
The risotto is £19. It is rice, stock and a knob of butter, and the stock was free.
The steak returns twice what it cost. The pasta returns six times. The salad returns six times.
So the chef's special is the pasta, the salad gets a paragraph on the menu, and the steak sits at the bottom with no adjectives.
Now scale the restaurant up to a country.
A box of cereal is 20p of grain and £3.50 on the shelf.
A plant-based burger is pea flour, rapeseed oil and a red dye, and it sells for more than the beef one it is pretending to be.
An oat drink is oats and water and sells at twice the price of the milk it replaced.
Every tier of the trade makes its margin on the plant, because a plant is nearly free and an animal takes two years of grass.
Bill Gates owns more farmland than any other man in America, holds stakes in the fake meat firms, and told the rich world to switch to synthetic beef.
The pattern in the restaurant and the pattern in the policy are the same pattern. Talk down the expensive ingredient. Sell the cheap one at the expensive price. Keep the difference.
The advice you were given about meat was written by people who make eight times more when you order the pasta.
Nobody is giving you a diet. They are giving you the menu with the margins folded over.
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For the Westminster bubble, Campbell getting challenged on BBC Question Time is treated like political pantomime and studio theatre.
For those who lived through the consequences of the 2003 invasion, there is nothing entertaining about it.
One hundred and seventy-nine British service personnel came home from Iraq in flag-draped coffins. Thousands more returned with shattered limbs, catastrophic brain injuries, and minds destroyed by blast trauma.
While New Labour spin doctors were massaged in Downing Street corridors and redrafted intelligence dossiers to manufacture a pretext for war, young British soldiers were sent into meat grinders like the siege of CIMIC House in Al-Amarah and the streets of Basra—patrolling in lightly armoured "Snatch" Land Rovers that ministers knew were death traps against shaped IEDs.
From the desert wastes of Iraq to the legendary brotherhood of the SAS—where British and Commonwealth operators like New Zealanders in 22 SAS fought and bled shoulder to shoulder, from the harrowing evasion of Bravo Two Zero to black-ops counter-terror raids in Baghdad—our soldiers fulfilled their oath with unmatched courage. They fought for the man on their left and the man on their right. They did not die for corporate reconstruction contracts, Downing Street vanity, or Blairite messianism.
For over twenty years, Alastair Campbell has enjoyed lucrative book deals, fawning media platforms, and podcast respectability lecturing the country on "integrity in public life".
Calling him to account on live television isn’t a political stunt. It is the absolute bare minimum owed to 179 dead British troops, their grieving families, and the generational destruction unleashed in our name.
@ZiaYusufUK said to his face what millions of veterans and citizens have wanted said for two decades. #bbcqt
