For those us whom' love our home,
We care not what you say,
All we hear is fright and fear.
And souls who've gone astray.

We see it all just fine ourselves,
We live it every day.
But London lives within our hearts,
Despite it's clear decay.

We'll rise or fall within its walls,
I'm sure we'll find a way.
If not we'll mourn its final morn,
This is why we stay.

We Are Who We Are

"When the war is over, we'll get married and the earth will grow flowers like you, and your womb will carry the most beautiful girl in the universe."

- A letter found in the pocket of a dead soldier.

Someone tried calling me a vain narcissist earlier, personally I don’t see it.

Image of a US Army soldier struggling to stay warm in the province of Luxembourg, Wallonia, Belgium, 1944

Nah I like vinnie on here

TRR In Convo (Podcasts/Clips)
MP4/MP3

Be you on the train, in the car or dashing to the shop, telegram allows you to play tracks or save them to your device with ease.
Thank you to those who joined us on the streams of the past, we hope to see you soon.

The Reality Report
https://t.me/TrrInConvoPodcastsAndClips

I took the kids out on a tea run this morning. It's vital to teach your kids to help the less fortunate. You never know when the tables could turn.

Marx Doc will be released within the next day or two

Britain's Lost & Living Pubs Episode 4 - Britain's smallest Bar
The Dove, Hammersmith, London.

The Dove is an amazing little 18th century pub in Hammersmith which a list of historical figures have been associated with in the past and today.

Inside Britain's smallest bar hangs a Guinness Book of Records certificate to verify the smallest public bar in the United Kingdom.