Utterly Profound

1970s - MOD night at the (old) Bridge House pub in #CanningTown in East #London with a clip of the band Squire performing “Walking Down The Kings Road” and an interview with members of a scooter club from #Barnsley in #Yorkshire. 🛵

London is so safe and wholesome that even Greggs need security.

There's absolutely no excuse for the entirety of Britain not to look impressive, homely, or both.

#Stepney, #EastLondon

The glory of England.

#Derbyshire.

The Internet has aided society's lack of respect by giving people the ability to comment on conversations and statements in a way that they'd most likely do more politely in person, and, most importantly, they'd have otherwise not been in the room to see, hear, or interact with.

Sylvester Stallone's living room, 1997

Trafalgar Square, 1955

Next time she's lazy or can't be bothered to go to the pub, remind her that some women will travel thousands of miles just to sit in a bloody weatherspoons.

The height of today's powers and those who work for them gamble their entire regime of lies on the fact that the general public will be too distracted by entertainment, propaganda, and falsified history to ever do the necessary research required to thwart their nefarious plans.

WHAT a motor!

The decline of our beloved #England:
On Saturdays tour, I mentioned that this ice cream van outside the Anchor pub (whose property it is and who allows him to park there) is ruthlessly given parking tickets by lowlife traffic wardens. Upon asking him, he said he gets one every single day he works. Vans have sat here since I was tiny, and like most things I know and love, they're being abused and threatened. Our customs aren't just dying. They’re being callously murdered.

Absolutely NOTHING is sacred

The less artificial one's lifestyle, the more authentic a person you'll be.
#Derbyshire, #England