Ian Fleming's daily schedule while writing all 14 James Bond books

Can’t reply because the OP is a pussy and blocked me … Matt here is a halfwit

Are Wetherspoons right to ban the wearing of poppies on their premises? #Poppy #Wetherspoon #JDWetherspoon #TimMartin #PoppyAppeal #Politics #Pubs #Veterans #War #Veteran #Ban #RoyalBritishLegion @PoppyLegion #Respect #Remembrance dailymail.com/news/article-1…

Remember Braintree earlier this year? 🍺❌ A Leftie Wetherspoons manager was filmed refusing to serve Reform voters, just for their politics. Then England shirts were turned away. Now people are being barred for wearing POPPIES. 😡 Reform voters. England fans. People honouring our war dead. It's discrimination, it's anti-British, and it's a slap in the face to every veteran and serviceman in this country. 🎖️ When manager after manager refuses to serve right-leaning and patriotic customers, nobody can tell me it's a coincidence. In my view there's a policy in that company, and it comes from the top. Tim Martin, stop hiding. Your pubs, your managers, your responsibility.

Agree matthew..absolute fu** ing joke..hypocrite..just like harry and markle...save the planet...yet its private jets all the way!!!..couldnt mark these cun*s with a pickaxe

Anyone can be refused admittance from a pub , especially if they arrive as a mob

“I just didn’t want to be alive anymore. And that was a very clear and real and frightening constant thought.” She recounted telling Prince Harry about the thoughts (and, according to his later comments, the practicalities of how she planned to end her life) earlier that same evening, before they attended a Cirque du Soleil charity premiere at the Royal Albert Hall on 16 January 2019. She was about six months pregnant with Archie at the time. She said Harry suggested she might not be able to go; she replied that she could not be left alone. They attended the event, and she described weeping in the royal box whenever the lights went down, while appearing composed when the lights were on. Does she look suicidal to you?

👑 Should Prince Harry lose his royal title? 🅰️ YES 🅱️ NO

Should a pub be allowed to refuse you a pint because of who you vote for? 🍺

I’ve encountered some weird, dodgy, obsessive, and delusional fan-bases in my time, but the ‘Sussex Squad’ really takes the proverbial biscuit. Bunch of weapons-grade psychos. Fortunately, I really enjoy blocking them.

If you touch a Raven's beak....

Ireland's most famous cow led the St Patrick's Day parade with a whiskey inside her, and she lived to forty-eight. Her name was Big Bertha. She was a Droimeann, an old Irish breed with a white stripe down the spine, bought as a calf at Sneem fair in County Kerry on St Patrick's Day 1945 and named after the German siege gun on account of her temper. Jerome O'Leary farmed out by Blackwater Bridge, and Bertha became the nearest thing he had to a family business. She calved. Then she calved again. In 1986, past forty, she dropped her thirty-ninth, Bertha Junior, by a three-year-old Charolais bull, and RTÉ sent a crew to film the mother, the newborn and a farmer who could not stop grinning. The reporter asked, quite seriously, about the forty-year age gap between the parents. Jerome did not see the problem. Guinness put her in the book twice: oldest cow ever recorded, most calves in a lifetime. Then she went to work. Jerome joined forces with two local men who had cancer, and Bertha went on the road: cattle shows, fairs, pubs. She had more engagements than most of the Dáil. Every March she was Grand Marshal of the Sneem parade, walking the whole town down its main street, and before each one Jerome gave her a drop of whiskey to steady her nerves, which is the most Irish sentence ever written about a cow. Between them they raised tens of thousands of pounds for cancer charities. National radio broadcast live from the pub for one of her birthdays. Few cows get a birthday. Fewer get one on the wireless. She died on New Year's Eve 1993, three months short of forty-nine, with two of her own calves still in the herd, the elder of them thirty-five. They waked her in the Blackwater Tavern, and the historian Turtle Bunbury, who wandered in that night by chance, found a full pub standing to drink to a cow. Then she was stuffed, so she could carry on raising money dead, which is a work ethic most of us will not match. A Cork distillery now makes a gin from whey and calls it Bertha's Revenge. Thirty years on, Ireland's Department of Agriculture produced a paper modelling a cull of sixty-five thousand dairy cows a year for three years to hit its emissions targets, two hundred thousand animals, more than a tenth of the national herd, at two hundred million euro a year. When it leaked, the Department said it was a modelling document, part of a deliberative process. A plan, in other words, that it had been caught holding. Bertha ate Kerry grass under Kerry rain for forty-eight years. She gave milk and thirty-nine calves, marched a town down its street every March for the sick, and took a whiskey for her nerves like a Christian. Nobody in Sneem ever called her an emissions problem. They called her Grand Marshal.

Just off for a quick pint in Wetherspoons

In June 2008, the driver's license of the famous film director Sir Alfred Hitchcock was sold at an auction in Las Vegas for $8,000, doubling the auction house's initial estimates. The ID, issued by the State of California in the 1970s with an expiration date set for the filmmaker’s birthday in 1977, includes personal details such as his address in Los Angeles, his date of birth, and his handwritten signature. The item is particularly intriguing given the “Master of Suspense’s” well-known phobia of the police and law enforcement. As the director himself recounted on numerous occasions, the trauma originated in his childhood when his father sent him to the local police station with a note for the inspector, who briefly locked him in a cell to teach him “what happens to bad children.” This incident left a deep mark on Hitchcock, causing him to develop a visceral fear of being detained or arrested for traffic violations, which is why he avoided driving himself for most of his adult life. Despite his aversion to driving and his habit of relying on private chauffeurs for his travels in Hollywood, the filmmaker kept his driver’s license up to date.

CHILD PORN is CHILD PORN!!! Call it out as it says on the tin!!!

W 2016 roku Land Rover zabił klasycznego Defendera. Brytyjski miliarder wkurzył się na to przy piwie, zaprojektował własną terenówkę od zera, a dziś jego autami jeździ polska Straż Graniczna. Kiedy z taśmy w Solihull zjeżdżał ostatni prawilny Defender, Jim Ratcliffe – szef giganta chemicznego Ineos i fanatyk off-roadu – siedział ze znajomymi w londyńskim pubie The Grenadier. Chciał odkupić od Brytyjczyków linię produkcyjną i budować auto dalej. Land Rover odmówił. Ratcliffe stwierdził więc, że zbuduje własny samochód. Taki, jakiego na rynku już nikt nie chciał produkować, bo przestało się to spinać w tabelkach z normami i modą na miejskie SUV-y. Branża traktowała to jak zwykły kaprys bogacza. Tyle że Ratcliffe nie próbował wymyślać koła na nowo. Zamiast tworzyć wszystko samemu, poszedł na zakupy do najlepszych w branży:– pancerne, trzylitrowe silniki (R6) wziął prosto z półki BMW,– automatyczne skrzynie biegów dostarczył ZF,– – całość posadzono na klasycznej ramie, a produkcję zlecono inżynierom z Magna Steyr. Grenadier jest kanciasty, toporny i ma w nosie współczesne trendy. W środku zamiast gigantycznych tabletów ma wielkie, fizyczne przyciski rozmieszczone na suficie – zaprojektowane tak, żeby dało się w nie trafić w grubych rękawicach roboczych. Polska Straż Graniczna odebrała właśnie 20 takich maszyn Widzieliście już Grenadiera na żywo na naszych drogach?

I’m very sorry her father is an alleged paedophile and that she knew this while falsely accusing the Royal Family of being callous racists.

Francis Cadell first visited the island of Iona off the west coast of Scotland in 1912 and returned every year afterwards, frequently in the company of Samuel Peploe. He felt the light was of the same quality as that in the south of France. This is from 1928.