Dog owner, mum to a beautiful and opinionated toddler, owner of very little patience but a lot of shoes. Doesn't respond to unsolicited DMs from strangers.
England, United Kingdom
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The honest side of running a small charity: sometimes it’s really hard.
We’re just over five weeks away from our first adult Superhero Mask Ball for Billy’s Battalion at The Boathouse in Guildford. Of the 100 tickets we need to sell, we’ve sold 42.
The costs are mounting, and I’m feeling so disheartened.
I set up Billy’s Battalion in memory of my little boy, who died from DIPG, an incurable brain tumour, aged four. We’re raising money for research because children like Billy desperately need better options.
There’s so much work and hope behind an event like this. Right now, we need some help getting people through the door.
Could you come along with friends? Bring your colleagues? Or share this with someone who might enjoy a night out for a cause that means everything to us?
Black tie, superhero masks, a buffet, Prosecco on arrival and live music from the Ibiza Band with comedian Alfie Dundas hosting — and a room I’d love to see full of people helping us make a difference in Billy’s name. ❤️🩹
Booking link:
ticketsource.com/billysbash/…
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ALT A man in a face covering talks to another man who is looking disappointedly at a small box he is holding. Man 1 “What's that?”. Man 2 “Baklava. I misread the WhatsApp”
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With Christmas approaching why not consider the @RNLI on line shop for gifts. A worthy cause, great items and an opportunity to annoy that gammon Reform supporting neighbour. 😀
shop.rnli.org/pages/christma…
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What I find so sad is that, had my daughter had a massive celebrity connection, her story would probably have been known worldwide
But Charlotte wasn't a celebrity.
She was simply a normal young girl with hopes, dreams and a future ahead of her.
She was diagnosed with an aggressive brain tumour at just sixteen years old and died aged only nineteen.
Her life mattered.
Her story matters.
There are thousands of Charlotte's - ordinary people and families whose lives are turned upside down by this cruel disease.
That is why I continue to tell her story.
Not because she was famous.
But because she was Charlotte.
If you would like to support, self-funding brain tumour charity where 100% of your donation goes directly to research in Charlotte's Lab at King's College Hospital, London, we would be incredibly grateful.
No salaries.
No overheads.
No advertising.
No merchandise.
We are incredibly proud that our charity is entirely self-funding.
We even personally cover the PayPal fees and PO Box costs, ensuring that nothing is taken from the charity account.
Every penny donated goes where it is intended to support vital brain tumour research.
Charlotte was brave, kind and wise beyond her years. She shared her journey openly on her YouTube channel.
Her final video was filmed on 4 February 2016, the day before she went into a coma.
Since then, Charlotte's channel has been watched more than 28 million times around the world.
Through her videos, Charlotte continues to tell her story in her own words.
And through that, her legacy lives on.
18.2.97 - 24.2.16
Diagnosis to Death: 951 days
charlottesbag.org/
Please RT with thanks
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Two years ago, I started day one of five sessions of radiotherapy following my diagnosis of Stage 2 breast cancer in May 2024, which had been picked up during a routine mammogram.
The physical side of treatment was manageable, but what made radiotherapy incredibly difficult for me was the emotional side. This was day one:
Today was far tougher than I ever imagined it would be.
For a short time, I experienced first-hand what my daughter endured during her thirty-two days of radiotherapy.
I went to my appointment and sat in the same area where Charlotte and I had sat together eleven years ago. I looked across at changing room number one. It was still there, next to the toilets I had so readily run to once Charlotte's treatment sessions had begun.
Nothing had changed.
Then it was my turn.
I climbed onto the treatment table and looked up at the ceiling. There was the image of the sky above me, the same one Charlotte had so often talked about.
I looked at that sky, and I cried.
Not for me.
For Charlotte.
In that moment, I realised even more deeply how terrified she must have been. What thoughts must have raced through her mind as she lay there as a teenager, facing an incurable brain tumour and knowing there was a very real possibility that her life would be cut short?
I had always known Charlotte was brave. But how she managed to cope with everything she endured is beyond me.
The photograph was taken on 23 November 2013, the day after Charlotte completed her radiotherapy.
Charlotte received radiotherapy to both her brain and spine.
18 February 1997 – 24 February 2016
Her story, her courage and her legacy will never be forgotten.
Fortunately, I had a scan in February of this year, on what would have been Charlotte's 29th birthday, and thankfully, it showed all clear
Please RT with thanks If you would like to support a small, self-funding brain tumour charity where 100% of your donation goes directly to research in Charlotte's Lab at King's College Hospital, London, we would be incredibly grateful. No salaries. No overheads. No advertising. No merchandise.
charlottesbag.org
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This note in the final book from Dolly Parton’s Imagination Library wrecked me last year when my daughter turned 5. Tearing up again reading it now.
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As the Home Office are issuing guides for asylum seekers, I thought I would do a couple of my own, for all men.
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UPDATE ON GERALD AND THE CROW SITUATION:
Things have escalated.
I repeat.
THINGS HAVE FUCKING ESCALATED.
For those of you just joining us, yesterday I accidentally entered into diplomatic relations with a gang of crows after Gerald stole my good spoon.
Well.
This morning I walked outside and Gerald was waiting for me.
Alone.
Standing directly in the middle of my driveway.
No screaming.
No hopping around.
Just staring at me like a tiny feathered loan shark who had come to collect.
I said, “Morning, Gerald.”
He tilted his head.
I gave him a walnut.
He did not eat it.
Instead, this motherfucker picked it up, walked three steps to the left, PUT IT DOWN, and stared at me again.
Message received.
The offering was insufficient.
So I went back inside and got more walnuts.
When I returned…
THERE WERE NINE CROWS.
Nine.
Yesterday there were seven.
Gerald is fucking recruiting.
And they were arranged in a SEMICIRCLE.
This isn’t a bird friendship anymore.
I’m funding organized crime.
I distributed the walnuts because apparently I pay protection money now.
Everything seemed fine until one of the smaller crows tried taking two.
Gerald immediately screamed at him.
The little one dropped the second walnut.
I have accidentally created an economy.
Gerald controls distribution.
There’s a hierarchy.
There are consequences.
I’m pretty sure I witnessed a disciplinary hearing before breakfast.
Then Gerald flew away.
I thought we were done.
WE WERE NOT DONE.
Twenty minutes later I looked outside and there was something sitting where Gerald had been standing.
A bottle cap.
A shiny rock.
And…
MY FUCKING SPOON.
HE RETURNED THE SPOON.
Ladies and gentlemen.
I believe we have successfully negotiated a trade agreement.
Unfortunately, there is now a crow sitting on my mailbox.
So I still cannot get my fucking mail.
I tried approaching.
He puffed up.
I backed away.
That mailbox belongs to the organization now.
At this point I’m just a tenant.
Anyway, Gerald has officially been promoted to General Gerald, Commander of the Driveway, First of His Name, Keeper of the Good Spoon, Lord of the Power Line, Collector of Walnuts, and Regional Manager of Whatever The Fuck Is Happening Here.
I’ll keep everyone updated.
But if I suddenly stop posting…
Gerald found out I told you.
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The best-selling musical artists from each English county
Readers added context they thought people might want to know
This map was originally posted by the Terrible Maps account. It is not based on verified record sales. The Rolling Stones from Kent have sold over 250 million records worldwide while Joss Stone has sold about 15 million.
chartmasters.org/cspc-the-rolli… bestsellingalbums.org/artist/6512 instagram.com/p/DVJBFUhlaqI/
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Hahahahah! Just seen this on FB:
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Have you found yourself in the hideous position of having a Reform councillor?
Here’s how you can help your brand new councillor settle into local government properly: email them this week with an actual council problem to solve.
Got rubbish piling up? Email them.
Bus vanished from existence? Email them.
Streetlights dead? Email them.
Care package delayed? Email them.
Pavement like the Somme? Email them.
Send them in by the hundred. Make sure they’re made very clear on what their job is.
Being a councillor is not standing in front of the Union flag shouting about dinghies on GB News. It’s reading committee papers at midnight, attending meetings nobody enjoys, holding surgeries in church halls, and dealing with the endlessly glamorous world of drains, social care budgets and recycling disputes.
Welcome to local government.
The boats are in Kent. The bins are in your ward.
The email address for your ward councillor can be found on your local council website as soon as it’s updated.
Feel free to copy and paste to share wider.
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In Monty Python’s Life of Brian (1979), the “Biggus Dickus” scene used unaware extras, swapped last minute by Terry Jones so they wouldn’t know the lines, making the Roman soldiers’ laughter completely genuine as they broke character.
Readers added context they thought people might want to know
The giggling guards were credited actors (Chris Langham, Andrew MacLachlan, Bernard McKenna, Charles McKeown) aware of the script; Michael Palin ad-libbed lines to keep reactions fresh, not unaware extras swapped last minute by Terry Jones. en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monty_Pyt… movies.stackexchange.com/questions/7382… skeptics.stackexchange.com/questions/2376…
