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A wee dander round the pitches before our scratcher 😴

Up with the birds this morning, game of golf this afternoon. Have a good day folks ❤️💙❤️

Out for a wee flat white and a wee chat ☕ 🐶

On June 6, 1966, Roy Orbison was following his wife Claudette on his car as she rode her motorcycle. A truck pulled out. She swerved. Crashed. Roy held her body in the road, screaming. Claudette was 25 years old. When the police arrived, they found her purse. Inside was a pregnancy test. Positive. She had planned to tell him that night. He never knew until it was too late. Roy stopped performing for a year. The stage, the lights, the audience — nothing mattered. Then, in 1968, disaster struck again. His house caught fire. Two of his three sons died in the blaze. Most people would have vanished from the world entirely. Roy did not. He wrote. He cried. He poured grief into melodies because there was nowhere else to put it. Songs built from a loss that had no bottom. Lyrics that carried what his heart could not release. For decades, he carried the weight silently. In 1988, Roy Orbison died of a heart attack at 52. When they went through his wallet, they found it. Claudette’s pregnancy test. Still there. Twenty-two years later. He had carried it every single day. His final album, recorded just weeks before he died, was titled — *She's a Mystery to Me*. Some grief doesn’t fade. It doesn’t end. It becomes the quietest, most permanent part of who you are. Every note he sang, every melody he wrote afterward, held a piece of that silence. Roy Orbison carried his love and his loss together, letting the sorrow shape the music itself. And in doing so, he transformed tragedy into art that could be heard, felt, and remembered. Some memories never leave. Some grief never lets go. Some love lasts beyond life, quietly shaping everything left behind.

Steps are done for the day, work in the morning. Enjoy your evening folks ☺️

Nails did 💅🏻 🐶

🚨Irish woman in Belfast, Ireland explains how dangerous her country is because of unvetted men coming illegally into the UK. It is unrecognizable.

Hopeless leaders

Happy Friday from me and the baby faced assassin this morning 😵‍💫 🐦 🪾

Next time you feel sorry for these people when they’re being chased out of town, just remember, they think our people being beheaded is funny. Fuck them. Get out.

RT @UlsterNews9: To some who may be confused: Last nights violence in Belfast was not committed by anyone who would consider themselves Iri…

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Place is fucking wrecked 🔥

Sold, thanks for the retweets folks

Grass cut before I have to go out for a riot later 😎

Montreal 76 /// Size 10 uk No box Very good condition imo £30 TYD

First of the year /// I think 🤔...

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Leighton getting biiiig 💙

It's Friday 😁😎 @SkylightsYRA