Huw Pryce retweeted
Russell Brand supporters: "There's no evidence he's a rapist"
Russell Brand: "I raped someone once"
Huw Pryce retweeted
Never thought I’d live to see the day when the leader of a fascist party would lay a wreath at the cenotaph on remembrance Sunday
Despicably disrespectful
“Grief fills the room up of my absent child,
Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me,
Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words,
Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form;
Then have I reason to be fond of grief.”
Shakespeare. Henry VIII – at Barnet, London
Raising a child versus the second it takes to wipe the child out. Parenthood doesn't end when someone robs you of your child.
You sit up with him when he’s crying. You try rocking him to sleep. You talk to him in a soothing voice. You have to work the next day. He falls asleep when it’s time for you to get going. You buy extra expensive baby food, because the boy gets cramps and gas from the regular stuff. You don’t mind. Even though you are dog tired you play with the boy every day. You lie on the carpet with him, even though it makes your knees and hips hurt.
You find all kinds of silly ways to make the boy laugh. You point to every item in the house and repeat the names of the things again and again and again, until you feel like you are going a little nuts. You crave adult conversation, but ever since you’ve become a parent your friends, who have no children yet, avoid you. They’re not interested in what you are passionate about most now. Namely that your son prefers apples over bananas and that he enjoys rock songs from the sixties and that you love it when he grabs your fingers and looks at you, all content.
You pick the perfect kindergarten for him. You get a small bike for him. In summer you get squirt guns. You teach him how to run down stairs without falling. You fanatically train him to cross a street in a safe way. You find children’s books for him. You invent stories for him. You carry him in your arms when he is tired, sometimes for miles.
You have stopped buying certain items you liked buying for yourself, so you have more money to spend on him. When he turns one you get an expensive helium balloon in the form of the number one. When he turns two you get one in the form of a number too. The same when he turns three. The whole year he asks if he will get a helium balloon shaped as the number 4 for his next birthday. 99 percent of the time you speak to the boy you speak in a voice you have never heard yourself use. It's apparently the voice you get when every cell in your body is sending love to a little human being. The cutest, most lovely thing you have ever seen.
One day an Israeli soldier comes, as you are walking in a group of people who have just been kicked out of their houses, the soldier, who can't be older than 21, snatches him from your arms, and bashes him against a wall, with his head, and the boy dies in less than three minutes.
There is no life for you after that.
Only darkness and self-blame and hatred and self-hatred.
There is only pain where the love for the boy was.
The love was gigantic and so the pain is gigantic.
For the rest of your life, because parenthood stays when the child is physically robbed from you.
Huw Pryce retweeted
Times reports govt renewing NHS-Palantir contract over fear of patient disruption..proving*exactly* what critics have been saying. That we’re in a technofascist trap.
thetimes.com/article/b6cf6dd…
The cowardice and complicity of the billionaire owned mega companies, around the genocide in Gaza is something to bear in mind for the rest of all our lives. – at Enfield, London
Huw Pryce retweeted
Apple putting all the destroyed buildings back in Gaza on Maps isn’t just wrong to do because it’s an inaccurate depiction, it’s terrifying. If a company with as much notoriety and influence as Apple wants to whitewash a genocide, what’s next? Shame on you, Apple.
I'm a lot older than 40. My entire adult life has also experienced this prevailing narrative. I was just emerging into adulthood in 1979. Which is, pretty much the point it began. – at Barnet, London
Huw Pryce retweeted
The reason that everyone under 65 cannot really appreciate the magnitude both economically and socially of Thatcher's destruction, is because they weren't there before it.
They cannot appreciate how low State owned bills were and the service received.
Huw Pryce retweeted
May those who live, work or holiday on top of this have nightmares about what lies beneath them. May they imagine the cries of the dying and may it keep them awake at night.
Poor soul. And she being an insomniac as well. – at Barnet, London
Hi @andreajenkyns, why did you delete the video of yourself with Paolo Zampoli talking about how you had just had lunch together?
Is it because you realised the House Judiciary Committee investigation stated he was “an active participant” in Jeffery Epstein's alleged sex trafficking?
Or was it that the FBI said he arranged a model’s visa before she was recruited to give a massage at Epstein’s house, where Epstein allegedly raped her?
Or is it the civil lawsuit he’s facing over the alleged drugging and raping of Victoria Drake?
And you think he’s “amazing”.
That’s a lot of promises you’re making there, Mayor.
Huw Pryce retweeted
Sam Altman thinks RAM sitting in personal computers is a waste when it could be put to better use in data centers.
Weird. I was just thinking that all those billions sitting in billionaires’ bank accounts could be put to much better use in our communities.
Michael Rosen says it out loud.
Why are the wild claims of a proportion of and ethno-religious group of ANY kind, permitted to justify the oppression and extermination of any other group? – at Barnet, London
Huw Pryce retweeted
Love Bash and Romesh, wish they had added in @RNLI just for the triple lock meltdown in certain parts.... 👏
Huw Pryce retweeted
🧵Three blacklisted supertankers holding 140,000 tons of Russian fuel are drifting in circles in the Atlantic because the White House begged US traders to buy Putin's diesel, and literally zero buyers answered the phone. 1/🧵
Irritating though it be to ignore them... – at Botany Bay, London
