Cyclists 🚲- I regularly cycle on the roads with my mountain bike. I move for all traffic, be it cars or the many vans, lorries, and arctics that actually pay road tax, require licences, and make the nation run. Be it environmental lies or selfishness, the ludicrous arguments against cars are liberal, narcissistic talking points, and nothing more. You think you're special or entitled simply because you're you. When, in fact, that's exactly the reason you're not. This doesn't apply to the good, moral cyclists who understand my point, but the trouble makers and grasses who pretend to be rebels whilst working for an institutional regime. Also, don't even get me started on rental bike users who have no sense of ownership or skill. You don't care for the bike or the roads because you've not invested your time or finances into owning a bike you'll respect, and therefore, you don't gain the skill or manners required for sharing the road with tax payers. People can now jump on electric bikes that travel too fast for people who don't understand the rules and skills required to do so. I couldn't care less if you do not agree. Your opinion means nothing compared to manners and reality.

Britain's historic pubs are especially unique because they're packed with just as much historical relevance as that of cultural significance.

Town of Ramsgate, 62 #Wapping High St, #London, #E1W @Britains___Pubs

1969 - Thamesmead estate in South East London. As we can see, tasteless blockism isn't new. Thamesmead, which is a world of its own within London, is a social housing estate built in 1960s which sits on the former marshland on the south of the Thames that was once part of the #Woolwich Arsenal. Here we see people making the best of what was the birth of the type of modernisation that's depleted our lives, homes, skylines, and nations. Pure Clockwork orange vibes.

Do you have any idea how glorious England could be?

POV: It’s 1976, and you're a #Chelsea fan queuing to get into the Shed end of the Stamford Bridge ground in West #London.

An artists depiction of each time I walk into the gym.

Instagram is now stacked with young, slim blokes who not only question athletes but think they're somehow qualified to make money as online personal trainers! Worse, they instruct you how to get big whilst clearly never having been through the process themselves. It's like being taught to drive by someone who's still learning. I'm in fairly good shape, and I'd still not make those videos. Instead of working to raise their standards by learning from those who've been through the pain and experience they haven't, they'd rather lower societies by boosting their egos and wallets. I applaud anyone, be they obese or thin, for making an effort. If you're just a person posting your own pictures and progress, good luck to you. But to pretend you're something you're not, especially for money, isn't only the most cringe form of narcasism, but in this case, you're literally lowering societal standards. It may seem petty, but I'm literally seeing so many that it's just made what should be about blood, sweat, and grit into another ridiculous trend that does not push your capabilities or limits. There's a reason we give respect and take advice of those who've earned it. It seems today people have lost this concept. (MOST) personal trainers target people's insecurities and waste their time for cash. In the end, the customer is set low standards or quits, thinking they're genetically inferior. Especially since they sought "professional" help. Honestly, it winds me right up.

Utter perfection of an immeasurable scale. 🍽

As we've all said a million times. If you can predict a pandemic, you could have stopped it. But of course, that would suggest the cause ever existed in the first place.