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8OZ Rump Steak with Peppercorn Sauce.

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Crimson Tranquility at the Foot of Fuji

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The Opium Wars were two conflicts waged between China and Western powers during the mid-19th century. The First Opium War was fought from 1839 to 1842 between China and Britain.

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"Watcher of the Storm"

He isn’t running from the storm — he’s standing in it.

The wind howls off the Thames, the sky threatens to shatter,

and yet he faces London with quiet defiance.

Leather-clad, fists tucked into his coat, eyes fixed on the brooding skyline —

he’s not just a man…

he’s memory, resistance, and unfinished business all stitched into one.

Big Ben looms in the distance,

time ticking for a city too old to forget,

too proud to change — but he’s different.

He came back to remember… or maybe to remind.

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🇬🇧 An Ode to the British Spine 🇬🇧

(To be read like thunder through the mist, slow and proud, like Nimrod played to an empty battlefield)

They mock you.

They shame you.

They rewrite your history, topple your statues and tell your children that your flag is a stain.

And yet.

You endure.

You, the British people.

You are not perfect. You are not polished.

But by God, you are forged.

Forged in the soot of Sheffield, the steel of Glasgow, the docks of Liverpool and the defiance of the East End.

You are the quiet heroes of shop floors and muddy boots.

You are cups of tea at funerals, rain at weddings, banter at work and silence in grief.

You are the queue. The shrug. The sigh. The stare that says “don’t.”

You are every pub story, every church bell, every Remembrance Day minute where the world holds its breath and remembers what British courage really means.

You are not loud but you are immovable.

You are not aggressive but when pushed, you do not break.

You do not kneel for fashion, or chant for likes.

You get up. You carry on.

You keep calm and ruin tyrants.

They took your industries.

They took your borders.

They took your voice.

But not once did they take your spine.

Because deep down, under the bills, the betrayal, and the betrayal of that betrayal, there still burns something ancient. Something honorable.

A love of home. A love of freedom. A love of country.

And now?

Now, the quiet ones are waking up.

Now, the backbone of Britain is standing straight once more.

Not to hate. Not to conquer.

But to remember who we are.

To defend what was built.

To honour what was sacrificed.

And to say...

We are not done yet.

To the British people, battered but unbeaten this land is still yours.

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Angry British Conservative in the WildWest.

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The ignorant turned it into a Racist speech from a none Racist...But it wasn't...it was a warning from a knowledgeable man about what could happen in this country....Turns out he was 100% correct if you're honest I call him a visionary 🇬🇧

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Never forget the legend who did this at the height of lockdown lunacy.

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In a city where truth had been drowned by neon lies and freedoms traded for illusions of comfort, there rose one last sentinel.

Clad in worn leather and faith stitched not by fashion, but by conviction he stood atop the crumbled altar of commerce and creativity, the fallen Apple Cathedral. On one hand: the battered, blazing Constitution — words older than the buildings around him, yet burning brighter than any neon flicker. In the other: a massive iron key, the ancient symbol of liberty, knowledge, and rebellion against tyranny.

Above him, the sky was torn apart by an impossible war: ancient beasts clawing at mechanical vultures, British and American flags tattered but proud in the chaos. Beneath him, the streets seethed with hackers, wanderers, and watchers the lost generation charting their revolution with maps stolen from invisible empires. On the buildings, the faces of those who fought for something real — Reagan, Churchill, Robespierre — stared down like silent gods judging the fallen world. And there, hiding behind the chaos, were the artists, the dreamers — clutching history in their arms, capturing memory through cracked lenses, fighting to preserve a soul that the world had long tried to sell.

He did not ask permission. He did not beg for understanding. He simply stood. The last free man. The living banner of Truth, Faith, and Freedom, against a night that thought it had already won.

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Happy Jazz Day 2025!

International Jazz Day is an International Day declared by the United Nations Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organization in 2011 "to highlight jazz and its diplomatic role of uniting people in all corners of the globe." It is celebrated annually on April 30.