Music for Moods. (@lockolike) 's Twitter Profile
Music for Moods.

@lockolike

Rugby League watching, Guinness drinking, (Moody) Music fan. Landlord of Bar Humbug #HomeBar She knows music, I know music too, you see. #MusicForMoods

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FreeByTheSea (@free_bythesea) 's Twitter Profile Photo

They’re all jetting off to Brazil to tell us we’re going to die because of our carbon emissions. They tell us we’re irresponsible to ignore it. Meanwhile our existential risk is right here, right now, and they’re demanding we ignore it.

They’re all jetting off to Brazil to tell us we’re going to die because of our carbon emissions.
They tell us we’re irresponsible to ignore it.
Meanwhile our existential risk is right here, right now, and they’re demanding we ignore it.
Kent Nielsen Denmark (@kentfrihedniels) 's Twitter Profile Photo

The fourth farmer to come forward from Denmark, reports 31 sick cows due to Bovaer poisoning, out of the 200 cows he has. Credit for video Rene Lillehjælper NoFFF.EU and brave farmers in Denmark🐄🇩🇰💚 Original video on YouTube: m.youtube.com/watch?v=LE18Sr…

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“Climate Apocalypse is Science Fiction” Cambridge scientist Dr Craig Walton argues that climate catastrophe narratives are driven more by politics than data — and that Earth’s future is far more moderate than claimed.#Environment #ClimateDebate wp.me/p9GdkQ-9JV

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Across the quiet fields the poppies burn, Their crimson glow where lost hearts turn; Each bloom a name the wind recalls, Whispered softly through autumn’s halls. Beneath this sky, so still, so wide, The past walks gently by our side. (John Heywood) Image Tim Hill

Across the quiet fields the poppies burn, 
Their crimson glow where lost hearts turn; 
Each bloom a name the wind recalls, 
Whispered softly through autumn’s halls. 
Beneath this sky, so still, so wide, 
The past walks gently by our side.  
(John Heywood)

Image Tim Hill