Susan Turner @Teus56

Major Frank Prentice was 18 years old when he dropped over a hundred feet off the stern of the Titanic into a sea full of ice. He survived. This is what he saw. Prentice worked in the Purser's office. He was in his cabin at midships when the collision happened. He describes no chaos, no impact, nothing dramatic: "It was just like jamming your brakes on my car. There was no great impact you couldn't feel. Just a bit of a shudder and she stopped." That quiet did not last. As the ship began to sink, Prentice moved through it. He helped stewardesses into lifeboats who did not know where to go. He helped a woman named Mrs. Clark with her lifejacket. She did not want to leave her husband. He told her the husband would follow on later. He would not. On his way back from the lifeboats, Prentice heard the band. They were playing "Nearer My God to Thee" and singing. He kept walking. When the end came, he made his way to the stern. He describes it as quiet up there. By the time he let go, the ship was nearly vertical. He had been hanging onto a board that read "Keep Clear of Propeller Blades." At the very last moment, he let go and fell. "I just missed the propellers on the way down." The drop was over a hundred feet. The water was packed with ice and chunks of berg. His watch stopped at 2:20 am. He was not alone in the water at first. Then he was. "I gave it a long thought when I was on my own and everybody else seemed to be dead round me." He had two life jackets and a cushion. He paddled toward a light he could still see from the rockets the bridge had fired. He reached a lifeboat and climbed in. Mrs. Clark was already there. She wrapped a blanket around him and tried to keep him warm. Her husband had drowned. When asked who was responsible for the disaster, Prentice did not hesitate. He blamed the bridge. He blamed Bruce Ismay, chairman of the shipping line, for pushing Captain Smith to maintain speed through waters they had been warned were full of ice. "We had warnings that there was ice. We had it from ships and shore, and we went straight ahead as if there was nothing there in our way." His verdict was simple: That ship was thrown away. Prentice was interviewed decades later. Asked if the memory still haunted him, he said: "When I'm alone tonight, I still think a lot about it. Can't help it, can you?" — Source: @BBCArchive – The Great Liners (1979)

Posting this on its own because it deserves it! Korean artist Hana Choi ‘Sunlight and Clothesline’ Beautiful.

I’m home now. Rick Rowe, the Green Party candidate has been given my personal information by the police. He let it slip tonight, when he deliberately came to the Chiswick pub that he sent the police to who acted on his orders (see my previous video). If I do not post on here in the morning, it means that the police have again acted on the orders of a Green Party candidate and have arrested me. I hope that I am able to post tomorrow morning, but seriously, please kick up a fuss with whoever you can if you don’t see a post from me by 9am British time. Really appreciate your support in these difficult times. Thank you.

People with stents are at risk if exposed to folic acid. 90k stents are put in EVERY year. The government claim adding it to flour might reduce neural tube defects by 200 a year. (This claim is based on USA having lower rates. USA had lower rates before fortification too).

Patrick Star @P_atrick_Star

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Into The Silence: The Great War, Mallory and the Conquest of Everest by Wade Davis. "The price of life is death" For Mallory, as for all of his generation, death was but "a frail barrier that men crossed, smiling and gallant, every day." As climbers, they embraced a degree of risk unimaginable before the war. What truly mattered was how one lived and the fleeting moments of being fully alive. Link to purchase in reply.

For two million years we lived under the sun. Then we spent fifty of them being told to hide from it. Ancient: "Sunlight is medicine. Sit in it and heal." 1900s: "Sunshine cures rickets and lifts the spirits. Get the children outdoors." 1980s: "The sun is trying to kill you. Cover up, factor thirty, no exceptions." 1990s: "Fear every ray. Even the walk to the shops needs protection." 2000s: "Vitamin D deficiency is everywhere now. A complete mystery, apparently." 2010s: "Here, swallow this vitamin D pill to replace the sun we told you to dodge." 2020s: "Sensible sun exposure turns out to be vital after all. Extraordinary." You: noticing they frightened you indoors, sold you a cream to block the sun, then a pill to replace the exact thing the sun was handing you for nothing.

Yo, Bath, Cambridge, Malvern, Richmond, Cheltenham, York, Poole, Liverpool & Chichester… you lucky people… From 27th Aug to 28th Nov. Do come… 😁

Why is anyone surprised? ISIS pledged years’ ago to flood our country with their soldiers via small boats. What’s ‘surprising’ (actually treasonous) is how successive governments have ignored them and keep letting them in.

Daily Mail @DailyMail

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Convicted ISIS terrorist who attended beheadings and public floggings in Iraq came to Britain on small boat after hearing on Tiktok that UK 'accepts everyone' court hears trib.al/Z7Cf6SG

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Ralph Gordon Ellis (1885-1963) ‘Wash Day’ English painter and Inn Sign designer Arundel was his home where dad was a taxidermist He trained as a furniture designer alongside brother Jack

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A reminder that 3 women a week are murdered, of them, over 80% report stalking and harassment to the police, on AT LEAST one occasion before they're brutally murdered, and the police do absolutely nothing. Every week. EVERY SINGLE WEEK. The police cant get on top of reports of violent and perverted psychopathic men, but they find time to harass the public for social media posts.

Alastair Hilton @London_W4

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I am having a drink this evening with a friend in a Chiswick pub. Two policemen have just come into the pub and asked me to step outside. I have stepped outside and they have threatened me because I tweeted about a councillor banning seating outside pubs in Chiswick. They admit

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I was quite moved by this grafitti last week at Little Moreten Hall nr Congleton last week. Not a sign of want and destruction, but a record of the craftsmen that kept this place alive 🥰

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“Hundreds of people gathered in a Devon town to campaign against plans for a massive data centre and battery energy storage site in nearby countryside.” The government designated data centres as critical national infrastructures. No one voted for this. bbc.co.uk/news/articles/…

Reminder: This is a British university, not an al-Qaeda training camp. This is the Muslim Brotherhood at British universities. The lecture is about preparing students to take over the university through jihad and that, if arrested, going to prison is noble, as well as promoting antisemitism and claiming that British people hate Jews anyway. Greetings, University of Birmingham. It's sad to say that many students may not return to Britain this year if they're taught to glorify jihad, antisemitism, or defend al-Qaeda members held at Guantánamo. Apparently, according to this lecture at the University of Birmingham, going to prison is portrayed as something noble, and if you commit jihad, the British police will do little more than stop you at the airport.

Hi praise from "Jim" no O-levels, no A-levels, no-degree, no-masters, no-professional accreditation, used to cook sausages for sailors then did a 6 week thermometer-reading course Dale.

In 2012, the FDA ordered a new warning onto every statin label in America. The subject: memory loss and confusion. Not a footnote, not a rare-events appendix. A mandated warning on the packet of the most prescribed drug on earth. To understand why it takes something that serious to move a regulator, meet the man the medical world couldn't wave away. Duane Graveline was a NASA astronaut. A flight surgeon, an aerospace research physician, one of six scientist-astronauts chosen for the Apollo era. A man whose entire career was built on a mind sharp enough to be trusted in orbit. In 1999, at his annual astronaut physical, they put him on Lipitor for his cholesterol. Six weeks later he came back from his morning walk and did not know where he was. His wife stepped outside, and he greeted her as a stranger. Six hours of his life simply gone. The hospital called it transient global amnesia, and no one could tell him why. He suspected the statin. His doctors assured him it was unrelated, and the following year talked him into going back on, at half the dose. It happened again. This time worse. This time he lost years. For twelve hours he was a thirteen-year-old boy, a high schooler who knew his classmates and his homework but laughed in disbelief when they told him he was a married man with children and a medical degree. He could not have treated a mouse. He was, in his own mind, a child. Then it lifted, and this time he was certain. Here was a physician who could read the literature, an astronaut whose credibility could not be dismissed as hysteria or coincidence, and he spent the rest of his life documenting what the drug had done to him and to others. He wrote book after book, the first of them titled Lipitor, Thief of Memory. He built a resource read by sufferers all over the world. His own profession mostly shrugged. Cognitive damage hadn't shown up neatly in the approval trials, so to many it simply wasn't real. It took until 2012, years of accumulated reports later, for the regulator to concede in the smallest print it could manage that the memory loss was real enough to warn about. Graveline was never the only one. The letters came in by the hundred, ordinary people whose fog and forgetfulness had been brushed aside the same way his was. He was simply the one they couldn't call a crank. The astronaut. The one with the credentials that wouldn't burn.

British woman who lives right near the £250k migrant houses in Shropshire shows the actual surrounding area. It's a small village with nothing around it. And their peaceful village life is about to be upended in the name of mass immigration. Absolute madness.

Long before London became the city we know today, there was a church here. St Mary's Church, Battersea has stood on this site since around AD 800.

The Ladybird shed (Helping at Home, 1961) Artist: Harry Wingfield

I am having a drink this evening with a friend in a Chiswick pub. Two policemen have just come into the pub and asked me to step outside. I have stepped outside and they have threatened me because I tweeted about a councillor banning seating outside pubs in Chiswick. They admit on video (watch it!) that I did not break the law at all. They came to threaten me. To warn me off tweeting about councillors and the council. This is modern Britain. This is the police state. Please, please, please watch this video. It does involve me using very bad language, but this has got to be seen. Police coming out to threaten someone who hasn’t committed a crime. I’m fuming.