A large reason we love objects isn't just because of what they do but because some items represent chapters of our lives that seem to close once gone.

Something people hate just as much as uneccessery change is being told that they have to accept it.

#RIP London

When so-called academics claim that #KarlMarx believed this or that, they're talking utter rubbish. Marx didn't believe a word "he wrote." He was creating a form of controlled opposition to the capitalism he and his ilk were living off. If he, Engels, and the army of hidden names hadn't commissioned it, then real, natural opposition would have occoured, and they can't be having that now can they. There is no #Communism, only a vessel of #Capitalism. Since then, "capitalistic" governments have changed regimes and carried out wars all thanks to the guise of an optical illusion.

Utterly Profound

Murderous Modernity #RIP The Tiger Tavern, Tower Hill, #London, #EC3N ⚰️

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Kelly's ice cream van, St Austell, Cornwall 1928.

#Dartford (Priory shopping center right in town center)
Another stabbing attack yesterday.

1920s - Kentish Drovers Pub outing, London

My great grandfather who was born around 1898, during his time in the Royal Navy (#WW1). Most of my family served, and many died, or were maimed in wars that needn't have happened. Most remove their recent ancestors in place of modernity, but they were as real as we are today.

What A Waste

London Pub/History #Tour

Date: 26th of April
Meeting At: Blackfriars station
Time: 11 AM

(Queen Victoria Street, London, EC4V). The tour will last between 2-2 1/2 hours and will end in a pub.

Prices:
£20 per ticket (for over 18s),
16-18: £10
Under 16s: Free

I am young, yet old enough to be among the last of our generations that didn't need a phone to know who'd be at the pub. When pubs let us in at 17 because we genuinely had nothing else to do. Conversation, togetherness, and the prospect of action were our be-all and end all.

@BritainsPubs
@LostAndLivingpubs

From generation to generation, British people have become so used to laughing off our problems that we've become the butt of everyone else's joke.