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Every fucker who took his 60pt deduction has gospel, needs to know he’s got this simple story wrong
City owner puts in £100m into the club despite ongoing legal issues
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When I was on early starts, I always recorded Barney for my daughters. They absolutely loved it and would be clued to the TV for the duration of the tape which was 180mins. It gave us time to get things done. The bonus was it was pretty good for their education as well
The Journal of a Mother Whose Daughter Had a Brain Tumour
Diagnosis to Death: 951 days
Age 19
18.2.97 - 24.2016
A Little About Me
I was born on the 18th of February 1997 at 6.25 am. I came into the world with a mop of dark hair, blue eyes and a crying face.
Of course, my first appearance in life wasn’t quite normal, as I was born with jaundice, so I was yellow for three days!
My parents told me that when I was taken home from the hospital, my older brother seemed confused and intrigued by the little creature that had entered his territory.
I loved the Teletubbies, the Tweenies and Barney. My biggest love was Barney, though. I remember having a video of Barney Live in New York City, 1994. I used to watch the same video religiously. I was obsessed!
I also loved Disney films. I always wanted to be one of the princesses. I specifically remember wanting to be Ariel from The Little Mermaid. I was in love with her red hair. I suppose it wasn’t a generic princess colour!
We had two cats, Biffa and Thomas. They were brothers and both ginger. Biffa was a fat cat who loved cuddles and would flirt with anybody. Thomas was very timid and scared of a lot of things. He would stay under my parents’ bed for most of the day. I loved them both so much.
I had two grandmothers and two grandfathers who lived nearby. I have aunts, uncles and cousins, but I never see them because of the distance.
When I was two, my mother’s father passed away from oesophageal cancer. My brother and he were the best of friends and would hide behind chairs from me, saying, “Medusa’s coming!”
I wish I had got to know my grandfather. I’ve heard so many amazing things about him.
It’s 2014 as I write this, and my grandmother, his wife, is 93 years old. She is amazing. She lives down the road from us, and I see her almost every day.
Charlotte
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Check out Maya Blandy's video! #TikTok vm.tiktok.com/ZGdC3VHXP/
The myth about it always being sold out. Cost her £90 to sit in the posh seats
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The Journal of a Mother Whose Daughter Had a Brain Tumour
Diagnosis to Death: 951 days
Age 19
18.2.97 - 24.2016
13 years ago 20th October 2013
This morning, I made tea, as I did every morning. Charlotte loved this time of day having her first cup of tea, checking her computer, and sitting with Nala, her cat, curled up on her lap. It was one of those familiar little routines that made up our everyday life.
Charlotte had her first cup of tea when she suddenly said she felt a lump in her throat when she swallowed.
My immediate reaction was fear. Has the cancer spread? It was frightening how quickly your mind went to the worst possible place. We knew that her tumour was confined to the area around her brain and spine, within the spinal fluid, so we knew it couldn't simply spread elsewhere in the way we feared. But when your child has an aggressive brain tumour, every new symptom brings another wave of worry.
What we didn't know at the time was that the radiotherapy, combined with the position of Charlotte's spinal tumours, meant that her oesophagus was also being badly burnt. We hadn't realised how much this would affect her. Something as simple as swallowing something most of us never give a second thought to was becoming another problem for Charlotte to face.
We would later discover just how significant this would be, with the damage having a massive impact on her ability to eat over the coming months. It's hard to explain how cancer changes everyday life. One minute, you're making tea and watching your daughter check her computer with her cat on her lap. Next, you're worrying about another symptom and what it might mean.
These are the moments people don't always see when they think about a brain tumour. It's not just the diagnosis, the hospital appointments or the treatment. It's the way something as ordinary as a cup of tea can suddenly become a source of fear.
I remember these moments because they were part of Charlotte's journey, and I want people to understand what she went through. This is why I continue to share her story. Behind every diagnosis is a real person, a family, and a life changed in ways nobody could have imagined. Through Charlotte's BAG, I hope we can help fund research that gives future families more answers, better treatments and more hope.
Please consider donating to Charlotte's BAG to help fund vital brain tumour research. Research carried out in Charlotte's Lab at King's College London covers all types of brain tumours, helping the wider brain tumour community. We are a small, entirely self-funded charity, which means 100% of your donation goes directly to research. No salaries. No overheads. No advertising. No merchandise.
With thanks
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For the likes of @henrywinter @OllieHolt22 @OliverKay and @sportingintel all seem happy enough to keep asking for the sanctions. Why aren’t you asking for the unredacted verdict and who was the 3 man panel. I know it doesn’t fit the narrative. But try showing little less bias
I’m sure you and your husband were so proud of her for doing this interview. Very inspirational young lady.
People might wonder why, nearly thirteen years after losing Charlotte, I still carry on telling her story. Why I still talk about her diagnosis, her treatment, her fears and the devastating impact a brain tumour had on her young life.
The answer is simpl Charlotte’s story matters.
Charlotte was just 16 when she was diagnosed with a rare and aggressive brain tumour. She was only 19 when she died. She should have had a lifetime ahead of her, but instead, she faced things that no young person should ever have to experience.
What makes Charlotte’s story so unique is that she documented her journey herself. Through her YouTube videos, she gave us an insight into what it was really like to be a teenager living with a brain tumour. She allowed people to see beyond the diagnosis and into the reality of her everyday life.
She showed the fear, the uncertainty, the physical changes and the emotional struggles. She was honest about what was happening to her, even when it was frightening and difficult to watch.
Charlotte continued making videos until the day before she was placed into an induced coma. By then, the tumour had taken so much from her, including her ability to speak. I had to provide the voiceover for her final videos.
Charlotte gave us something that cannot be recreated: her own account of living with a brain tumour as a young person. These are not simply medical records or somebody else's recollections of what happened to her. They are Charlotte's words, her feelings and her experiences, shared in her own way.
I wish more than anything that Charlotte could see how many people have watched her videos, how many have connected with her and how far her voice has travelled.
I carry on telling her story because there may be another teenager sitting in a hospital room, frightened and overwhelmed, who needs to know they are not alone. There may be a parent desperately trying to understand what their child is experiencing. There may be someone who has never thought about what a brain tumour means beyond the medical diagnosis.
Charlotte helps people understand.
I also tell her story because brain tumours need greater awareness, more research and better treatments. Behind every statistic is a person with a family, a personality, hopes and dreams. Charlotte was not a statistic to us. She was our daughter, our sister and a young woman with so much to give.
Thirteen years on, I still miss her every single day. Telling her story doesn't mean I have found a way to make peace with losing her. It doesn't mean the pain has disappeared. It means I have found something I can do with the love that remains.
I cannot change what happened to Charlotte. I cannot give her back the future she deserved. But I can make sure people know who she was, what she endured and what she wanted to achieve by sharing her experiences.
Her voice is still reaching people. Her experiences are still helping others understand. And her legacy is still growing.
That is why I continue to tell her story.
Not because I cannot let go of the past, but because her story still has a future.
I am Charlotte's mum. I will always be Charlotte's mum. And for as long as I can, I will make sure her voice is heard.
Because nineteen years was nowhere near long enough for the world to know Charlotte. And thirteen years without her will never be long enough for me to stop telling her story.
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People might wonder why, nearly thirteen years after losing Charlotte, I still carry on telling her story. Why I still talk about her diagnosis, her treatment, her fears and the devastating impact a brain tumour had on her young life.
The answer is simpl Charlotte’s story matters.
Charlotte was just 16 when she was diagnosed with a rare and aggressive brain tumour. She was only 19 when she died. She should have had a lifetime ahead of her, but instead, she faced things that no young person should ever have to experience.
What makes Charlotte’s story so unique is that she documented her journey herself. Through her YouTube videos, she gave us an insight into what it was really like to be a teenager living with a brain tumour. She allowed people to see beyond the diagnosis and into the reality of her everyday life.
She showed the fear, the uncertainty, the physical changes and the emotional struggles. She was honest about what was happening to her, even when it was frightening and difficult to watch.
Charlotte continued making videos until the day before she was placed into an induced coma. By then, the tumour had taken so much from her, including her ability to speak. I had to provide the voiceover for her final videos.
Charlotte gave us something that cannot be recreated: her own account of living with a brain tumour as a young person. These are not simply medical records or somebody else's recollections of what happened to her. They are Charlotte's words, her feelings and her experiences, shared in her own way.
I wish more than anything that Charlotte could see how many people have watched her videos, how many have connected with her and how far her voice has travelled.
I carry on telling her story because there may be another teenager sitting in a hospital room, frightened and overwhelmed, who needs to know they are not alone. There may be a parent desperately trying to understand what their child is experiencing. There may be someone who has never thought about what a brain tumour means beyond the medical diagnosis.
Charlotte helps people understand.
I also tell her story because brain tumours need greater awareness, more research and better treatments. Behind every statistic is a person with a family, a personality, hopes and dreams. Charlotte was not a statistic to us. She was our daughter, our sister and a young woman with so much to give.
Thirteen years on, I still miss her every single day. Telling her story doesn't mean I have found a way to make peace with losing her. It doesn't mean the pain has disappeared. It means I have found something I can do with the love that remains.
I cannot change what happened to Charlotte. I cannot give her back the future she deserved. But I can make sure people know who she was, what she endured and what she wanted to achieve by sharing her experiences.
Her voice is still reaching people. Her experiences are still helping others understand. And her legacy is still growing.
That is why I continue to tell her story.
Not because I cannot let go of the past, but because her story still has a future.
I am Charlotte's mum. I will always be Charlotte's mum. And for as long as I can, I will make sure her voice is heard.
Because nineteen years was nowhere near long enough for the world to know Charlotte. And thirteen years without her will never be long enough for me to stop telling her story.
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Legend
When Players Were Asked About Kevin De Bruyne... youtu.be/fmSYJQxXwFs?si=gezO… via @YouTube
And the likes of @GNev2 and @Carra23 want to take away his legacy?? Really??
Another cartel club cutting jobs
Exclusive: Arsenal have told staff they plan to cut 60 jobs as part of cost-cutting measures. Staff were informed on a call this morning.
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Any comment to make @danroan
Got what you wanted then @OllieHolt22 @danroan @GNev2 with all the “atmosphere building” in the run up to the match.
Just not the fanbase you were planning on getting handy with the police.
A journo getting community noted, who’d have thought 🤷🏼♂️
And had City done this. The narrative would have been “ that’s the action of cheats “
you can’t win. If you don’t like it Tom. Do a Gary Neville and refuse to watch
No surprise @OllieHolt22 and fat chops @PiersUncensored are in agreement. Both have history together. Can’t remember what it was. Maybe hacking Millie Dowlers phone not sure. But they have worked together before and Holt is now begging for work from Morgan. Does holt speak?
😡 “My problem with the players is they showed NO shame!”
❌ “They’re doing a job for the team… it’s not the players’ fault!”
Piers Morgan and Andy Carroll clash over Man City’s celebrations against Liverpool yesterday.
📺 youtu.be/6RhP302dQA8
@piersmorgan | @andytcarroll
