Michelle Gwynn

Fair enough but he's still a hateful man baby , but thanks for the context

It's also not part of NATO. So a crock of shit from all possible angles.

Just seen the scotland score. Was going to watch it with the boys. Massive score, massive game by the looks of it. I just want to bring out the whole "Scotland should be relegated (?)" comment from the Times in the first week.

Police H Division Handbook 1968/69 which is in blue and white typeface. the typeface is very 1960s in design with an extended H that serves as the division and handbook 'H'. Picture is blue and white print of a policeman looking downward.

this is just amazing 1960s design isnt it.

He/She has eyes like the cat in Pus in Boots. Blimey. That cat is getting whatever it wants.

Other half has been banging on and on about doing more cultural stuff with Jn as I do it all. They're meant to be at Cambridge Nat. History and got a picture of him just now dressed like a Beastie Boy (circa early 90s) in JD sports. Ying n Yang innit. Hopefully can steal a Merc badge on the way home

I was thinking that. Unboxing, tapping nails on boxes of academic 'stuff' Collabs. I need to see it.

Photo from the early 1970s of a man on horseback negotiating the Birmingham inner ring road at Holloway Head

I’m searching for the original and/or rights owner of this fabulous picture of Birmingham in the early 1970s. It popped up on my Instagram feed, but I’ve been unable to track it down.

Any leads? I’m really hoping to use it in a book.

(And would much appreciate a RT please)

Spent a lovely part of day at Tower Hamlets archives. Tubes are spannered so a nice hour and a bit walk through east London. Came home via my old manor and the side streets. It's changing so much. Gentrification has bled all the way up. Beautiful to see so many people walking and cycling.

Black and white photograph showing two female records clerks, both wearing work coats; one on a ladder is retrieving or returning an x-ray from the shelf in a wallet which reads "x-ray wallet"; the other appears to be checking files against a paper list.

If you're new to our service you should know that we are more than just St Bartholomew’s. We hold the records of more than 30 organisations, including medical schools, maternity homes, poor law infirmaries, and much more.

You can find a list of collections we hold here - tinyurl.com/d9ds6nhv

It is competitive mumming vs supermarket Harry Potter outfits. And me at the other end. confused and frazzled and sticking bits on him.

I hate it. Dread it every year. I have no talent, no time, and no shits to give over this performative nonsense every year. The sodding easter parade next and loss of fingerprints through glue gun burns. It is the one time of the year I would be an effective house breaker.

Or a minerals agreement in which the US are forced to publically bend over and...

god we need an edit function on Bluesky and I need to type much slower.

Was gleefully recounting the Hannah Fry 'how to turn a 150g hamster into a black hole,' ending with this tiny particle causing an explosition with the force of several atmoic bombs to my son at bedtime. It backfired somewhat We have a hamster. And heard Iran stuff on the news. Trememdous parenting.

Formula is great though. It saved me in the early days. Mine would take those adaptamil bottles cold (which must have been grim). You've already passed on loads of immunity.

Went swimming. Was doing times drills. Fella kept talking to me. I kept saying I was doing times drills. Then I worried he was lonely and spoke to him properly. He was such a nice and interesting bloke. He got out and I started again. Bit late home.

I had to do that. I couldn't express. Then I was expressing when I could have been sleeping. It was nuts. I just fed him when I could and he had formula at other times. He always took both.

Aww, was she ok? Did she style it out. Horrible speaking at assemblies when everything is going ok. What a trooper.

I'm on here being nostalgic as I am waiting for a document to print out, aware my soul will then die as I have to edit the utter shite I have spent weeks writing.

It has been a year and I am still laughing/in awe of the young undergraduate woman who turned to an older professor who was asking something pretentious and said "I understand all the words you have just said, but I have no idea what you mean when you put them together in that way." Absolute Queen

I am not smart enough to know what that means, but I love that film and also that your child turned off their microphone. I would like to think of that as a statement rather than accident.

...apparently it was pepper spray as I am a girl and I can fit that in my handbag. I asked. Looking at my current handbag I am pretty sure I can get the entire contents from the tower of London dungeons in there, and a nice perfume and some lippy.

They went to the boss.

Got a meet with a controversial guy (back in the day), just asked another contact if they recalled him 'I remember him yeah' then other stuff, then at the end of the message 'take pepper spray and do the fucker as you leave' 83 years of age. Age cannot wither him (or mellow apparently)

that reform and cons number would come down when they add 1+1 together to understand the impact on impending immigration and migrant crisis this action provokes

So suprised people aren't yelling this at Reform and the Tories. How do they get away with it over and over....

UK politicians:

The Taliban are murderous, Assad is a tyrant, Khamenei is a demon.

Also UK politicians:

We must stop all these illegal immigrants who are just economic migrants and bogus asylum seekers coming to the UK.

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The interesting bit in the whole thing is what happened to the air rifle family and the universal comments about them. The upsettng bit in the whole thing is that I have no space for it (and it is probably libelous) - in my chapter. Maybe one for a journal or sommat.

We were both laughing as the guy telling me was such a great storyteller, but 6 years olds getting an arm full of lead pellets and then a walloping from their parents. Batnuts.