It's always fascinating to see how the pub evolved into various different establishments as Europeans spread across the world. This is a saloon that allowed children in #Wisconsin, #USA, in the year 1890.
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Some humans do not cherish dogs but knowingly capitalise on their willingness to remain loving and loyal to the most unlikeable of abusers.
π¨ Racoon by Andrew Wyeth
π¨ Racoon by Andrew Wyeth
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Its such a shame that men and women don't openly admit that they need eachother until life teaches them the hard way.
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The final sunset of the 90s is enough to snap the strongest of hearts. π
It's hard to fathom how many wonderful people we've left behind. However, one thing we can be sure of is that a great many from our past were too far good for today's world.
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It's hard to fathom how many wonderful people we've left behind. However, one thing we can be sure of is that a great many from our past were too far good for today's world.
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The Ratcliff Highway Murders of #Wapping & #Shadwell (1811)
A few decades before the infamous 'Jack the Ripper' plagued #Whitechapel, another sadistic killer had already made East London their stomping grounds.
https://youtu.be/kw_5qzPCpvc?si=_7LGf7TazNeM7i3j
A few decades before the infamous 'Jack the Ripper' plagued #Whitechapel, another sadistic killer had already made East London their stomping grounds.
https://youtu.be/kw_5qzPCpvc?si=_7LGf7TazNeM7i3j
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The Ratcliff Highway Murders of #Wapping & #Shadwell
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The Ratcliff Highway Murders or the 'Ratcliff murders' is the tale of a set of cold blooded killings most foul that took place in and around the public houses of #Wapping and #Shadwell during the early 19th century.
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The Ratcliff Highway Murders or the 'Ratcliff murders' is the tale of a set of cold blooded killings most foul that took place in and around the public houses of #Wapping and #Shadwell during the early 19th century.
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If you travel into #London on behalf of #TommyRobinson, you are openly supporting antifa/the state. A man who never named Islam as an Abrahamic religion. The man who never named Antifas foundations? A man who openly supports the regimes ruining the west. A man who supports mass migration, #LGBT, and much else. A man who never studied and who surrounded himself with liars. He didn't even point out who runs the #SocialistWorker (who arranged #Palestine marches) to highlight how rigged the march scene is. Without him as a controlled opposition, real opposition may exist. This is why he pushes people far from the names of Union Bosses, etc, and chases secondary causes and low hanging fruit. He doesn't want it to stop. He wants you to get the blame for attacking the secondary causes whilst the primary causes pay him and dissappear into their smog of deceit. Not only is it obvious, but many of us have seen it first hand. The only thing worse than his work is his speech giving. If you go into #London for a man who calls others nazi (among other things), you are aiding in controlled opposition. You're either utterly clueless as to where Communism, capitalism, Abrahamic theism, and much else derive or you're genuinely part of the scheme to internationalise the west. This prat is here to make us look pathetically stupid and to avoid academic brilliance. So low have our standards dropped that you've fallen for a major lemming who never had talent, only algorithmic boosting by the state. To support him, or his backers, is to be intilectually dishonest or up to no good. I don't say this to win anything, I hope that someone will read it and prevent themselves from becoming a statistic for very wealthy, very cunning foreign asset. Remember that great men teach you something, whilst Tommy couldn't say or do anything profound even when scripted. Stop being so easily led and do the things people fear. People are too lazy. Do you really think a Wally like that has all the answers? It takes the type of work and effort most fear. Study and truth will guide you and drop the antifa propaganda that's disguised itself as nationalistic. Drop the Stone Island trickery. Our ancestors are ahamaed of it. Its time to behave like them and exude class, not yobbish antifa behaviour.
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Interior of the Widowβs Son, Bromley by Bow. #RIP
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True credit, like heightened standards can only exist if society accepts that all true forms of art are specialities which very few people can create.
π¨ Matin a Villeneve (From Waters Edge) by Henri Biva, circa 1906
π¨ Matin a Villeneve (From Waters Edge) by Henri Biva, circa 1906
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The Blue Gate at the End of the Long Border by Francis Hamel
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The Strangers' Bar is one of several bars in the Palace of #Westminster (Houses of #Parliament) that sells alcohol/ pints for just over Β£3.
Meanwhile, the average pint in #London is over Β£6.
Thanks a lot.
Meanwhile, the average pint in #London is over Β£6.
Thanks a lot.
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There are a great many pub-rooms that are unnecessarily ruined by the presence of a television.
@BritainsPubs
@BritainsPubs
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Light After Death π―
Light a candle by my grave,
Let my dim-light burn.
Keep alight my presence in;
A world I'll not return.
May I be a light at night,
I hope to be nocturnal,
Fade me not away. I plead,
Instead, make me Eternal.
I hope that death permits me,
Souls alone in turn.
To spark an evening lantern,
Beside my grave or urn.
Leave me not alone to face,
A lightless, empty gloom.
I shall ignite as each sun sets,
From my darkened tomb.
May the night and shadows,
Crowd my nightly flame.
May I join them as they watch,
So each may know my name.
Flames'll flicker without wind,
And though you'll never see,
Stand beside my light alone,
You'll know for sure, it's me.
- Vin
Light a candle by my grave,
Let my dim-light burn.
Keep alight my presence in;
A world I'll not return.
May I be a light at night,
I hope to be nocturnal,
Fade me not away. I plead,
Instead, make me Eternal.
I hope that death permits me,
Souls alone in turn.
To spark an evening lantern,
Beside my grave or urn.
Leave me not alone to face,
A lightless, empty gloom.
I shall ignite as each sun sets,
From my darkened tomb.
May the night and shadows,
Crowd my nightly flame.
May I join them as they watch,
So each may know my name.
Flames'll flicker without wind,
And though you'll never see,
Stand beside my light alone,
You'll know for sure, it's me.
- Vin
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To avoid picking the wrong heroes, we must have none other than that of ourselves.
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