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He won for dad dancing to Y M C A.

Here we go - off the track again.

Had a Cortina with that motor. Yes, it was fast in its day.

Yes, at this point, scepticism. But I'd bet your left nut there is a bunch of FOI applications rushing through the system. Based on recent crazy behaviour by entitled oligarcs and power brokers, it's too easy to believe it. If true, I hope there is enough integrity left in their corrupted legal system to bring the b.....s to account.

I'd never heard of him until now, but it seems that the only real evidence is these unverified voice recordings. Hard to know whether it's true or not without more information.

If you have a strong stomach and some time to listen to it, I have been following Sasha Riley’s story online. My wife told me about it. This man who has been a career soldier in the US Army had a childhood from hell. Things he talks about in the recordings with his lawyer tie in with what is written about in Virginia’s book( the epstien victim who lived in WA) others match up with records that can be verified, including a Medivac for one DJT. I don’t know how these rusted on supporters can still support this monster, and there is a bigger overall problem with the mega rich that also needs addressing.

Why? The word escort with respect to people is not the preserve of sex workers. Escort is a general term and can mean someone/people accompanying other/s in any context. The correct term you are referring to is prostitutes if you want to be specific. Apparently, prostitures are also referred to as models (according to Google), so would we stop calling models models because prostitutes are also referred to as models? In this context there is no derogatory or slang calling a security escort and escort in the same was a a flight attendant a galley slave, trolley dolly or other term.. Sorry to be pedantic.

"In 1942, Wehrmacht officer Albert Battel faced SS trucks heading to deport hundreds of Jews from a Polish ghetto. He blocked the bridge with armed soldiers and said simply: ""Not today."" What happened next changed everything. The summer heat pressed down on Przemyśl like a weight you couldn't shake off. German flags hung limp from every building. The Jewish quarter had been sealed behind barbed wire for months. And everyone knew what ""resettlement"" really meant. Albert Battel stood on the San River bridge that morning, watching the SS convoy approach. Truck after truck, engines growling, heading straight for the ghetto. He was forty-nine. A lawyer before the war. A Wehrmacht officer who followed orders and kept his head down. But something inside him snapped that day. When the lead truck reached the bridge, Battel raised his hand. His soldiers lowered the barrier. ""This bridge is closed,"" he told the SS commander. The man's face went red. ""On whose authority?"" ""Mine."" Battel had no authority to do this. None at all. He was blocking his own government from carrying out official orders. But he stood there anyway. And his soldiers stood with him. The SS officer screamed. Threatened. Demanded passage. Battel didn't budge. ""Any man who tries to cross will be arrested,"" he said quietly. Can you imagine that moment? The silence that must have fallen over that bridge? The SS convoy, engines still running, blocked by German soldiers pointing rifles at other German soldiers. The SS commander had no choice. He ordered his trucks to turn around. But Battel wasn't finished. He climbed into his own military truck and drove straight into the ghetto. Right into the heart of what everyone called the ""Jewish quarter."" Families were huddled in their homes, waiting. Knowing. Mothers held their children tighter. Old men sat by windows, watching the street. Battel started knocking on doors. ""Get in the truck,"" he told them. ""Now."" He loaded dozens of people into Wehrmacht vehicles. Grandparents who could barely walk. Mothers carrying babies. Children clutching toys they'd never see again. He drove them to the Wehrmacht barracks. Fed them. Posted guards to protect them. For hours, he moved Jewish families out of that ghetto under the cover of ""military necessity."" Every minute, he could have been shot for treason. Every decision could have been his last. But by nightfall, dozens of people who should have been on death trains were sleeping in German army beds instead. The news hit Berlin like a thunderbolt. Heinrich Himmler himself wrote Battel's name in his files. Called his actions ""inexcusable fraternization with Jews."" They blacklisted him from the Nazi Party. Started court-martial proceedings. Destroyed his career. Battel never apologized. Not once. When illness forced him out of active duty, he went home to his ruined life without a single word of regret. After the war, survivors started looking for him. The officer who saved us, they said. The German who said no. In 1963, Israel honored Albert Battel as one of the Righteous Among the Nations. The highest honor they give to non-Jews who risked everything to save Jewish lives. He never lived to see it. Battel died in 1952, forgotten in a Germany trying to rebuild itself. He never wrote a book about that day. Never gave interviews. Never sought praise. But what he did on that bridge proves something important. Courage isn't the absence of fear. It's looking at impossible odds and saying, ""I don't care."" It's one person deciding that orders don't matter more than human lives. It's standing up when everyone else is looking down. In a world that felt completely broken, Albert Battel showed that humanity could still win. Even when it wore the wrong uniform. Even when it stood completely alone. And sometimes, that's all it takes to change everything. One bridge. One officer. One word: No. "

Sarturay night Camden NSW recorded a totoal of 140 mm of rain. The Camden area over the p[ast 20 years and more so recently has been turned from open grazing land to residential estates. Remember the old song Tar and Cement ? The area was always prone to flooding as it lies in the valley of the Nepean/Hawkesbury River. With all that grazing land now covered with roads and houses, I reckon the flooding will be of biblical proporttions. Meanwhile, the Sun till shines and Maria blows.

The Heron Head cross flow wasn't much. The OHC 2 Litre was Quite quick. They all need another gear. Todays cars cruise at about 2000 RPM. Nev

Nothing wrong with the word 'escort'. All types of working women deserve respect.

I once had a 15 year old escort. Needed a head job to be any good. Otherwise it was a good daily drive.

Land of the free ! Land of free speech ! Land of not-so-original dictatorship.

Looks like he might be declaring war on Minnesota. He's been looking for an excuse to use troops against the US population since his first term. The Pentagon has ordered about 1,500 active-duty soldiers to prepare for a possible deployment to Minnesota, defense officials told The Washington Post late Saturday, after President Donald Trump threatened to invoke the Insurrection Act in response to unrest there.

As is usual, there is more than one casually hears in a passing conversation: https://www.nytimes.com/2026/01/15/us/politics/trump-iran-israel-us.html

Donald Trump has graciously accepted the Ashes from Pat Cummins.

The Hostesses were sometimes referred to as Galley slaves and trolley Dollies too but that doesn't make it right or appropriate. Nev

I worked in a bank for 40 years, They were always referred to as 'the escort'.

At SOME Places.. Nev

It's way to wet to go outside

They are called "Turbines" for some reason . Extremely efficient Variable Pitch Blades. A Moving Piece of ART. . Like a good aeroplane or Sailboat. Nev

Yes. but you should have said SECURITY, Not Escort. .

Who mentioned sex? I was talking about armoured car services that refill the note hoppers in ATMs.

I think that the company constructing the windmills will have to be propped up.