Keep meaning to do a pinned post with all my patches, for fellas to order from @ninaselyna if they want, so here it is. I can also make changes, or personalised patches for fellas, as long as they order at least one from Nina. 🧵

Well, that was waaaay more nervy than it should have been, and nowhere near as good as we are capable of playing. But the result is a win. We are going to need to up our game against Morocco & Brazil though. bbc.co.uk/sport/football/liv…

Scotland & Haiti fans.

More than I can afford, sadly.

What To The USA To Come Back On A Return Flight?

28 years.

To our friends in the USA: Thank you so much for accommodating us, and putting up with our boisterous nonsense. We appreciate your patience and your acceptance.

Boston has run out of beer? 😂 Yeah, the Scots have arrived. 😆

I’m keeping my fingers crossed tight.🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 The Tartan Army are definitely the world champions when it comes to winning hearts—and partying. I heard Boston has run dry—no more beer! And we girls are hoping for a stiff breeze 😉🫣😅

I took some aussies around his place, during one of Scotland's rare heatwaves. Most people don't know, that it was the beauty of this place that, after a visit, inspired Schubert's "Ave Maria". What kind of place inspires this? youtube.com/watch?v=oRJlLHrG… youtube.com/watch?v=XpYGgtrM…

Christ. I did business in Russia for 15 years. I have made at least 50 trips there and speak Russian (very badly). MY children were born in Russia for God's sake. FACT: It is a third-world country striving to be second world. It is a strange and weird place. Nothing is as it seems. If she had to live there she would want out ASAP

SHIT post, Donate, fight disinformation, repeat

John Healey is entirely correct, and on this matter, Starmer is clearly woefully wrong.

The whole of ruzzian "history" is a fiction, peddled by the ruzzian state and its useful idiots & paid influencers like @marianagnche Its all fücking bullsh1t.

Impersonating vatnik alert!

No, sweetie. Donetsk was a city of a million roses when its own Ukrainian flag flew above it. Back then, it was also the fastest-growing and most rapidly prospering city in Ukraine -- home to what was the finest regional airport in Eastern Europe, one of the world's best football stadiums, a state-of-the-art railway terminal, and one of the cleanest, best-maintained cities in the region. Its elites were running Kyiv, and every time I visited Donetsk as a student, riding the famous trolleybus Route No. 2 through the city, I was amazed by how many new office buildings were appearing, how much money was flowing into the city, and how many international companies were opening their doors there. Fifteen years ago, to us kids from Donbas, Donetsk felt like the center of the universe because it had everything one could possibly dream of. It was a young city of universities and libraries, where the overwhelming majority of boys and girls from across Donbas went to study, including those from my own small hometown an hour away by bus. Names like Liverpool or Detroit Rock City may mean nothing to you, but our Ukrainian Donetsk was a city of great rock clubs and unforgettable concerts. We traveled there to see Western bands perform. We bought rock merchandise at the legendary Right House store near Krytyi Market. Scorpions, Rihanna, and Beyoncé performed at the famous Donbass Arena. Schoolchildren from across Donbas were bused in to watch Shakhtar Donetsk matches. The city even had a famous monument to The Beatles. It was a city where we sang songs on guitars in its beautifully maintained parks and along the Kalmius embankment before heading out to buy the famous "green Donetsk burgers." Our older friends moved there after graduation, formed rock bands, recorded full albums, and held wedding celebrations in the squares around Donbas Arena. We traveled there to visit the legendary Radio Market in search of films, music, and books. And then you arrived. And you turned the wealthiest, most prosperous Ukrainian city into a piece of shit. You deceived many of its people with sweet promises of Russian oil-fueled prosperity broadcast from television screens, but what you brought instead was war. You transformed a thriving city into a criminal wasteland ruled by ethnic gangs from Russia, into a kingdom of Stalinist terror straight out of the 1930s, complete with torture chambers in the infamous Izolyatsia prison camp. You turned the magnificent Donetsk Airport into lifeless gray rubble, while the vast stands of Donbas Arena have spent a second decade slowly being reclaimed by weeds instead of hosting Champions League finals and Metallica concerts. You swept away an entire generation of the city's men through your forced mobilization and threw them against Ukrainian machine guns until there were barely enough people left to keep basic municipal services running. Because of you, prosperous Donetsk became a withered desert without reliable water, because your war destroyed the canal system that carried water from the Siverskyi Donets River into Donbas. For years now, people have lived with chronic water shortages and have been reduced shitting into plastic bags forever. You dragged Donetsk back like seventy years in time. You turned it into a depressed backwater, devoid of hope and future. Even ten years ago, tens of thousands of people, the most active, the most talented, the most entrepreneurial, fled the city and found refuge in Kyiv and elsewhere in Ukraine. Many of them still remember our Donetsk with tears in their eyes, the Donetsk that existed before the arrival of the "Russian World." You transformed it into something that even my pro-Russian acquaintances are shocked to see when they return after years of occupation. It was you who trampled the million roses of our Ukrainian Donetsk into shit beneath the tracks of your tanks and the boots of your death troops, turning them into a foul swamp of death and despair. And that stain will forever remain on the conscience of fascist Russia, which brings nothing but destruction, decay, and death wherever it goes.

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