If it’s true that @parkrunUK sends the results of its non-competitive, not-a-race, ‘mass community participation event’ to UK athletics and running websites which are for licensed competition races then it’s an absolute disgrace and the height of hypocrisy.

There are some terrific hidden replies under this misogynistic article. Just go up to the three dots at the top of the article, and then click 'View hidden replies'.

So the logs are now part of the recovery. They began as the wreckage of a destroyed forest. Today they provide habitat, carry microscopic life, and still move around the lake with the wind. /END

The lake recovered remarkably quickly. Fish reappeared in the early 1990s, and rainbow trout later grew unusually fast, with some three-year-olds reaching about 23 in (58 cm) and nearly 5 lb (2.3 kg). 6/n

Their submerged surfaces become coated with algae and other microscopic life known as periphyton. That matters because periphyton helps feed aquatic invertebrates, which then support larger animals, including fish. 5/n

Some logs become saturated, leaving the trunks floating vertically before they settle upright on the lake bed. Ecologically, the logs are not useless debris. The timber effectively creates huge amounts of extra living surface in the lake. 4/n

The ever-shifting logs never formed a permanent island. Wind pushes the floating mat back and forth across the lake, sometimes packing it against one shore before scattering it again. Individual trunks drift, rotate and slowly become waterlogged. 3/n

The eruption transformed Spirit Lake. The landslide raised the lake bed by about 200 ft (60 m), while felled trees poured into the water until vast rafts of timber covered much of the surface. All the lake’s fish were killed. 2/n

On 18 May 1980, Mount St Helens exploded sideways. The blast flattened forests for miles and hurled thousands of trees into nearby Spirit Lake. Remarkably, 46 years later, many are still floating there. But, inevitably, there’s a twist… 1/n

The thing that never happens and could never happen and that only evil people predicted would happen has happened again.

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The free bottle of milk on every British school desk was put there by a 4ft 10 redhead from a Manchester slum, who was dead within 6 months of doing it. Ellen Wilkinson grew up in Ardwick in the 1890s, in a house with no bath, and caught every illness going. She got out on scholarships. By 1935 she was MP for Jarrow, a shipbuilding town where the yard had shut and 7 men in 10 had no work. She had seen what that did to the children. They were small, bow-legged and grey. In 1936 she walked with 200 of their fathers from Jarrow to London, nearly 300 miles, to hand in a petition. The Prime Minister would not see them. In 1945 she was made Minister of Education. She had one thing she wanted above the rest. The Treasury told her the country was bankrupt and it could not be afforded. In August 1946 a third of a pint of full cream milk became free for every schoolchild in Britain, every day, whatever their parents earned. That winter was the worst of the century. Her ministry had no coal. She worked in her overcoat with bronchitis, and on 6 February 1947 she was found dead in her flat, aged 55. She never saw a single class of those children grow up. They turned out the tallest and straightest generation the country had ever produced. If you drank it, warm, through a paper straw, you were her life's work.

They really did it. They went ahead and did it. wingsoverscotland.com/the-fi…

My last ever Guardian column! theguardian.com/commentisfre…

This data never ceases to "amaze" me. In 2005, very few people received any transition related genital surgery (120 over the whole of 🇩🇪), in 2025 it was 4,184. And the shift in the age distribution is staggering: Surgeries on 18-25 year olds were almost non-existent in the noughties, now they dominate every other age group by a large factor. (This is official data)

Possibly the greatest moment of all television, of all time.

Majestic. Devastating. Utterly compelling submission from @LoudBonnet

Day 6 | Sandie Peggie v Royal College of Nursing The Royal College of Taking the Piss “We have no position,” said Patricia Marquis, the Royal College of Nursing’s Executive Director for England. An ambitious opening from an organisation whose neutrality has accommodated Pride merchandise, pronoun signatures and guidance placing patients on wards according to gender identity. Its absence of a position has certainly kept the merchandising department busy. Sandie Peggie’s barrister, Naomi Cunningham, examined what happened when someone wanted to express a different view. Marquis defended pronouns in email signatures as inclusive. Would “pronouns: sex-based” be equally acceptable? That needed “exploration and consideration”. Of course. A nursing organisation cannot be expected to encounter sex without assembling an expedition. Marquis said pronouns were optional and rejected the suggestion that they expressed gender ideology. But she could not confirm that the sex-based alternative would receive equal treatment. The effortless confidence available for one formulation suddenly became unavailable for another. Apparently, inclusion develops complications when the wrong people try to join in. The preparation for protecting gender-critical members was similarly reassuring. Marquis agreed that officials should understand the significance of the Forstater judgment. Asked about training, she said: “I don’t think we did any specific training.” When Cunningham described the limited awareness shown by earlier witnesses, Marquis conceded that was “not good”. Neither is paying a union to discover, when your livelihood is threatened, that the relevant protection may have escaped its attention. Members might reasonably expect their subscription to purchase something more useful than executive disappointment. Marquis did not establish that training was entirely absent. She struggled to identify it. The organisation’s witness was considerably more confident about its neutrality than its preparation for defending the members questioning that neutrality. Then there was sensitivity. Marquis accepted that introducing men into women’s changing rooms could affect women, including survivors of sexual assault. What had been done to handle that change sensitively? She did not know. Sensitivity was readily available when discussing arrangements following the Supreme Court ruling. Women wondering whether anybody had considered their distress when the original arrangements changed received an information gap. How inclusive. Even the answer had somewhere else to be. Marquis also acknowledged that the RCN had not consulted its membership widely on these issues. Its engagement sessions had hardly covered it in glory: she accepted that comparisons involving racism and homophobia were unpleasant and that one session had been badly managed. Closed meetings were subsequently held for both sides. That happened. It does not turn a handful of meetings into broad consultation. Meanwhile, Sandie’s requests for a letter to NHS Fife’s board concerned the law and obligations to other female staff too. Marquis accepted that. Yet Sandie’s existing legal representation remained part of the explanation for the union’s reluctance. Apparently, obtaining your own lawyer can make your union forget that other women use changing rooms. Marquis denied ideological motives. David Hay KC, the RCN’s barrister, highlighted other priorities and complications in healthcare settings. Those were the explanations offered. Neither makes understanding members’ rights an optional extra. Cunningham kept bringing the discussion back to women who needed protection. The evidence repeatedly returned to what required consideration, what was complicated and what Marquis could not explain. Sandie has already had ample opportunity to experience the practical results. She needed a union capable of recognising the problem while there was still something useful it could do about it. Closing submissions begin tomorrow. Perhaps Sandie should tell the RCN that her next subscription requires exploration and consideration. If it objects to being left waiting, she can assure it that she has no position. Patricia Marquis (she/her/hostage) captured below. Photo:: @iain_masterton

Kate Scottow, convicted. Me, under unlawful surveillance and repeated investigation. Maya Forstater, sacked, Kathleen Stock forced out of her job, ditto Jo Phoenix, ditto almost Racheal Meade, suspended as a social worker for two years. Allison Bailey forced out of Chambers. And many more. The chilling effect went beyond the individual women. We were supposed to be a terrible warning. Shut up or pay the price. Happily enough of us decided not to shut up.

"Our old gelding went blind in March and the goose has walked him to water every day since. She gets her body against his shoulder and steers him with it. When there's something in the way she stops and plants herself and he stops too. Then she taps the side of the tank so he knows where it is. Nobody taught her any of that.

That female nurses are having to fight to have changing room privacy away from men, to describe patients’ biology accurately and be unpunished and to fight for their unions to support them…well, sometimes you have to just stop and say: ‘That’s unbelievable, isn’t it?’