Instinct took over when a grandmother on an early morning coffee run in Cambridge noticed a ramraid in progress on the main street.
She wasn’t having it, not at 5.30am on Easter Monday.
“I just thought, right, this is not happening,”
[…] she noticed a white car rammed into the Spark store, a getaway car and someone with a mask on.
“I crossed the median, there was no-one around – it was like a ghost town – and just rammed his car.”
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Melia’s new book, written as a prison diary, is filled with appalling dispatches from the low-grade Gulag Archipelago that 30 years’ worth of successive traitors to their own nation, from Blair to Starmer, have now built for us.
Suddenly, the legacy media are noticing African crime.
From the judges to the activists and the bureaucrats, all of them should be held to account.
In 2015 Dad and I were at the dawn ceremony at ANZAC Cove and then the service at Chunuk Bair. I carried the medals of my great-grandfather Harry Crozier with me. It was 100 years since ANZAC troops set foot on the Gallipoli peninsula in that ill-fated campaign. Going to
This is my ANZAC Day tribute posting. ANZAC Day means a great deal for me and my family. I suppose it is because we have a connection to the original ANZACs in 1915 and Gallipoli, and to a veteran of a war much fresher in our minds Firstly, I pay
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