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OPINION: World Cup hydration breaks are anti-football and another shameless cash grab talksport.com/football/world…

Pubs Les hymnes Pub 20min de jeu Pub 25min de jeu 15mins de pub 20min de jeu Pub 25 mins de jeu Pub Trop de foot dans mes pubs

For any Arsenal fans tuning in, this is what it’s like to be a neutral watching a team pass the ball from side to side in front of a low block for 90 minutes

Musk has launched 680 rockets. Hamas have launched tens of thousands of rockets. And yet only Musk gets to be a trillionaire. Let that sink in.

Pausa de hidratación a las 9:30pm en Boston a 24 grados. Infantino acabó con el fútbol. Es nuestro deber moral criticar esta estupidez hasta que la quiten.

Two World Cups, A & B 24 teams each, 8 groups x 3 teams. Top two progress to R16 after league stage. 8 teams bottom WC:A relegated to next WC:B. Top 8 from WC: B auto qualify for WC:A, bottom 8 from WC:B into normal qualifying pool. Less mismatches... #WorldCup2026

Lately, Nick Dixon has been suffering from ‘Long 90s’: the ailment whereby one feels a sudden and almost unbearable desire to return to the 1990s. It can strike at any time and particularly affects men over 40. dailysceptic.org/2026/06/13/…

The impact of John Healey’s dramatic resignation in the short term is I think this… - Much harder to see how the defence investment plan now gets published before Makerfield by-election on Thursday. Is Starmer really politically strong enough now to secure approval for a deeply controversial settlement plan before would-be PM Burnham’s election? - The defence secretary job now risks being a poisoned chalice. A severely weakened PM now has to find someone to step into the role and sign up to proposals the predecessor has publicly said leave the UK vulnerable and insecure, while knowing the Starmer project might be over in a few weeks - The likelihood of Starmer going if Burnham wins Makerfield just went up another notch. His allies are briefing he’ll fight Burnham and sack ministers who back his rival. But the PM has just lost one of his most senior cabinet ministers and stands accused of not doing enough to protect Britain - the most fundamental requirement for leading the country. So an already weakened PM just became even weaker. - Rachel Reeves’s hopes of remaining Chancellor if Burnham wins, already slim given she is so closely associated with the Starmer premiership, also have just taken a big knock. Would a man who promises sweeping ‘change’ keep in the Treasury someone publicly accused by a cabinet colleague of slights of hand that will leave Britain unprotected? The argument would be she’s needed to placate markets and show fiscal responsibility but will that wash? In short: A hammer blow for the credibility of a Prime Minister already hanging on to office by the fingernails.

Doctor Who: Jacob Rees-Mogg travels to 2040, finding England desolate after a decade of socialist rule. Searching for his assistant Liz Truss, he soon faces a far slimier threat: the dreaded Thornberrians. {satire}

.@elonmusk should respond to Labour MPs blaming him for civil unrest by removing the feature to disable replies.

There’s a weird symmetry between the World Cup and high possibility of a new prime minister elect next week. Both significant & imminent, but people currently struggling to summon any fucks to give.

Read this now rollingstone.com/music/music…

Happy one week anniversary to those who celebrate

Matt, yet again

Tonight, as I do every year at this time, I’ll be raising a glass to a scared young man, who 82 years ago was preparing to go ashore on the beaches of Normandy as part of an event code-named Operation Overlord. D-Day. I can’t imagine what was going through his mind. I’d be scared to death and I’m sure he was too. But in that first wave was a 21-year-old Private First Class from Henry County, VA by the name of Allen Homer Sink. Fortunately, he would survive that initial wave, participate in battle until it ended in August, then come home to marry and raise a family of four, including two daughters after the war ended. He would also become my father-in-law until his death in 2006. His nickname for some reason was “Hank” and when I asked him how he got it, he said some guy in the Army said he “looked like a Hank.” From the time I first met him, he was a salt-of-the-earth man who was never afraid of anything. He was a carpenter by trade, and he’d stand up on the tallest roofs, grab bumblebees with his bare hands when they tried to persuade him to move elsewhere, and never be bothered by anything. His hands were tough and leathery, but he was a softie. He spoiled his children, complained when my mother-in-law would gripe about something involving one of his alleged misdeeds, and always thought he was fooling everybody when he snuck around the back of the house and lit a cigarette, a habit everyone opposed but he could never part himself from. He could talk your ear off for hours at a time, and I always suggested he become a greeter at Wal-Mart when he retired because then he could talk all day to strangers and none of them would – like his wife and daughters often did – tell him to be quiet for a few moments. Yet for all his love of talking, there was one subject he just wouldn’t discuss. June 6, 1944. Omaha Beach. In 1998, when he was 76 years old, the subject came up again. The movie “Saving Private Ryan” came out and the beginning was gruesome. Reviews said it was incredibly realistic to what really happened that day. I asked Hank if he wanted to go see it. “No,” he shook his head. “I don’t ever want to see any of that again.” He did offer that he remembered the night before when troops were loaded into the boats for the amphibious assault. He said it was raining and that once everyone was in place, they gave everybody ice cream and told them to try to get some sleep. Then the next thing he knew, they were waking everybody up telling them to stay low and head for the beach. No, that doesn’t sound like somebody drugged the ice cream. Not at all. That’s all he would say about the subject, and he never said another word about it until the final months of his life. Alzheimer’s would gradually rob him of his mind, and as his condition deteriorated, memories of the past would briefly spill out. One evening he thought I was his commanding officer and he was back at Normandy. It is the only time I ever saw him where he appeared to be scared. Ever. It reminds me every day of something I had unknowingly taken for granted. The greatest generation did fight in and win World War II, then did incredible things over the next 50 to 60 years after the war. But many carried unspeakable memories from the War, ones they would never talk about and carry inside them to their graves. Those veterans lost a piece of themselves in battle they would never, ever, get back. I mean, how can you at the tender age of 21 storm a beach, see friends die only a few feet from you, wonder each night if you will wake up alive the next morning and then return home a year later and try to pick up on the same normal life you had before you left? I told him once that after seeing “Saving Private Ryan”, I understood why he was never afraid of anything; after you’ve made it through something like that, everything else pales in comparison. So tonight, I raise a glass to Hank and the 150,000-plus men, who like my father-in-law, were very young, very scared, and still charged that beach, paying a price that even for the survivors would last the rest of their days. Rest In Peace...

Thinking of the courage and sacrifice made by these guys today... 6th June 1944 #DDay82 #DDay #OperationOverlord

Southampton council has just issued 1200 fines for police officers being placed in the wrong bins.

Here it is: my 2026 manifesto for the #Makerfield By-Election. Makerfield Great Again! #VoteBinface #MakeYourVoteCount

Not sure how Hampshire Police can turn up to work tomorrow.