#Paddy Payne

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British comic art and illustrations galore offered across two Catawiki auctions this week

There's a treasure house of British comic art on offer on Catawiki this week across two auctions, one auction closing today

The amount of British comic art offered as part of two similarly titled International Comic Art auctions on the auction site Catawiki has been fairly minimal in recent months, but this week sees a number of items up for sale, across two auctions, one closing today. In the International Original Comics Art Auction, curated by Filippo Piras, closing today, Monday 10th July 2023, the most sought…

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Wednesday, 17 June 2015

Liam attends Aegon Championships, where he gets spottedd with his mother and Paddy (Patrick O'Briend)

credits: owner of the photos

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Award-winning actor and Unicef ambassador Tom Hiddleston will make his Soccer Aid debut as he joins the 2023 England team at the charity event.

Hiddleston joins the roster of famous faces already announced for the Soccer Aid England squad including Paddy McGuinness, Danny Dyer, Scarlette Douglas, Alex Brooker, Bugzy Malone, Asa Butterfield and Liam Payne.

Soccer Aid for Unicef 2023 takes place on Sunday June 11 at Manchester United’s Old Trafford, with tickets available at socceraid.org.uk/tickets.

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Why All This Music?

Masters of the Air - Rosie Rosenthal x OC

ladies who brady, this one's for you ;) link to the masterlist is here

05. Throw the Guy A Rope

It was late in the afternoon and the sun was still warm. It wouldn’t get dark for hours yet. Birds chirped to each other in the trees, their leaves and the grass swayed in the light breeze, and Freddie’s stomach rumbled as she awaited dinner. She tilted her head back to face the sunshine, closed her eyes against the light, and laughed as numerous grumblings of frustrated confusion were directed at her once again.

She’d explained her promotion three times already and still most of the other wireless operators didn’t get it.

“So you’re not a translator,” Amy was saying, her face scrunched up in confusion, her eyes squinting into the sunlight. They were all sitting in the grass outside the mess hall, watching idly as Amy dug her fingernails into the stems of daisies and made them into daisy chains. She’d already made two into flower crowns for Freddie and Millie, who were both wearing them proudly, while Jem had one on as a bracelet and Paddy was waiting patiently for one of her own - she’d requested a necklace.

“No,” Freddie replied, twirling the grass at her sides, still with her eyes closed to soak up the afternoon sunshine. “I’ll still be a wireless operator. I’ll just be talking to the Germans instead of the Americans.”

“Why would the Germans want to talk to you?” Jem demanded.

Freddie scoffed, opening her eyes to show Jem her feigned offence and nudging her playfully with her elbow. “They won’t know they’re talking to me, specifically. But because I speak German with a native Austrian accent they’ll think they’re talking to one of their own w/ops. I’ll tune into their fighters’ radios and give them false orders - tell them to stand down when our boys are heading in, mess up their formations, confuse them on where they are - things like that. It’s supposed to make life easier for our bombers, so they meet less resistance.”

Freddie watched as the clarity of understanding flooded some of the girls’ eyes, but others remained puzzled. Paddy opened her mouth to ask another question but Millie, who had of course been the first to know and thus was sick of having this conversation over and over again, cut across her. “Will you still be living with us, Fred?”

At this, Freddie shrugged and looked down at her fingers where they were still tugging at the prickly grass. “For now,” she answered. “They don’t have enough of us yet to fill up a bunk but they’re recruiting, and when the operation goes live they’ll want us all to bunk together.”

“When does the operation go live?” Jem wondered.

Freddie breathed a laugh, shaking her head as she met Jem’s eyes. “That information is far above my security clearance. The major just said that one day I’ll be told to report elsewhere and that’s how I’ll know my job has changed.”

“Still with us for now, then,” Millie said quietly, glum but clearly trying to hide it.

Freddie leaned into her until their arms were pressed together, until she could rest her head on her shoulder. “You’re still stuck with me for now, yes,” she agreed.

“Dinner must be close,” Jem remarked after a moment. Freddie stayed where she was leaning against Millie but followed Jem’s point to watch as crew after crew of airmen started to filter across the grass towards the mess hall. 

“Finally,” Paddy grumbled. “I’m fucking starving.” 

“Ladies,” Bucky greeted as he passed them with Buck, tipping his hat at them. 

They chorused a greeting back and continued surveying the men who passed them. 

“How do I get me one of them crowns?” Bubbles Payne wondered as he neared them. 

Freddie laughed while Amy positively beamed. “You want one, Bubbles?”

“Absolutely I do.” He was grinning back at her.

“You can have this one,” she told him, batting away Paddy’s protests; in spite of being Amy’s best friend, she’d been waiting the longest. “I’m almost finished, just give me a second.”

“Do I get one, too?” Crosby asked, grinning from beside Bubbles, sticking his hands in his pockets.

“If you’ve got five minutes to wait around, then certainly,” Amy assured him.

Freddie was still leaning against Millie, smiling as she observed the conversation. They exchanged a few amused words concerning Amy’s newfound infatuation with Bubbles, both girls smiling to themselves as they recalled her sudden interest in Benny that morning which, it seemed, had quickly been forgotten. Halfway through a comment about how Bubbles might be a good match for Amy, however, Freddie trailed off when Millie waved to someone. She followed her eyes to find Rosie, surrounded by his crew and waving back at Millie, a laugh in his eyes.

Millie nudged Freddie with her elbow so insistently that Freddie had no choice but to sit up straight. When Rosie gave her a smile, a softer smile which she knew somehow, instinctively, was meant just for her, she flushed as she smiled back, then returned to twisting the grass at her sides.

“Go talk to him,” Millie whispered to her. She tugged on Freddie’s sleeve.

Shaking her head, Freddie felt herself blush harder. “No,” she replied, shaking off Millie’s hand. “Last time I talked to him I kissed him.”

From her other side, Jem laughed. “Fred, he clearly wants to talk to you. Just go. You’re a grown woman, for crying out loud.”

“You go talk to him,” Freddie challenged, for lack of any other retort, and frowned when she watched Jem push herself to her feet, brush the grass off her skirt, and shoot her a self-satisfied smile.

“I will,” Jem said, and with that she turned on her heel and marched up to Rosie.

Freddie watched her go, not entirely believing she would actually follow through with it, until she was also forced to watch Jem engage Rosie in a conversation which immediately had not only him but the rest of his crew, too, all laughing. The corners of Freddie’s lips tilted down, her fingers tightened their grip on the grass, and she watched with tense shoulders as Jem said something else which made Rosie laugh before she reached out and stroked his bicep.

“You gonna let her take your man like that, Fred?” John Brady asked. All of a sudden he was sitting beside her and she had no idea when he’d gotten there, but when she tried to meet his eyes he was sharing a grin with Millie.

Freddie frowned and turned her eyes back to Jem and Rosie. “If it’s that easy then he can’t be mine, can he?” she muttered, watching Rosie say something animated in reply to Jem.

At this, Brady laughed, shaking his head. “You two,” he said, pointing between her and Millie. “You have no idea how hard you make it for the boys, do you?”

Millie grinned but Freddie frowned. “What do you mean?”

Finding no shame in Millie’s challenging smirk, Brady focused his attention on Freddie. “Well, you’re not exactly making it easy for him, are you, Fred?”

“What do you mean?” she said again.

Brady tilted his head back and groaned. “I mean,” he said, with exaggerated slowness to communicate how he felt this should have been obvious, “you always make him come to you, refuse to give him the time of day if he doesn’t beg for it, and then complain that he’s not falling at your feet.”

“John,” Millie warned, shooting him a look.

“I’m not saying anything but the truth,” Brady defended himself with hands raised in mock surrender. He turned back to Freddie. “All I’m saying is, would it kill you to throw the guy a rope every once in a while?”

“I kissed him the other night!” Freddie exclaimed, indignant. 

“On the cheek,” Millie added with a quiet smile. 

“Even still,” Freddie said. “If that’s not a rope then I don’t know what is.”

When her eyes sought Jem and Rosie once more she found them both looking at her, Jem saying something with her hand still on his arm. And Freddie flushed, unsure if it was out of embarrassment or jealousy, but before she could look away Brady was climbing to his feet and offering his hand to her.

“Come on,” he prompted when she didn’t move.

“Come on where?” she asked, eyeing his hand suspiciously. “To do what?”

“Just come on,” he insisted with a roll of his eyes.

Millie nudged Freddie with her elbow to prompt her and before she could properly second guess herself she was taking Brady’s hand up and helping to push herself to her feet. Brady shot her a grin and tucked her hand into the crook of his elbow, then shot a wink at Millie as he led Freddie over to Rosie, Jem, and Rosie’s Riveters, as his crew tended to be called.

“Hey, Rosie,” Brady greeted easily as they came to a stop beside the group. “Jem,” he added, then inclined his head in greeting to the Riveters he presumably did not know by name. For her part, Freddie only knew Pappy, Rosie’s co-pilot; the rest she couldn’t have picked out of a lineup, let alone have addressed by name.

“Brady,” Jem greeted in return, watching him curiously. “Nice of you to finally make an appearance, Fred,” she added, turning to Freddie with a smile.

“Hi,” Freddie said. Her voice emerged soft and small and she blushed because of it.

“You guys going to the party later?” Brady asked casually, bringing his other hand up to rest over Freddie’s where it remained in the crook of his elbow.

Freddie turned to seek out Millie’s eyes and found her giggling to herself in the grass. She gave Freddie a big smile and a thumbs up, the only explanation she was at liberty to offer, so Freddie forced herself to turn back to the conversation with more questions than she had answers as to what, exactly, John Brady was doing parading her around like some sort of sweetheart.

Rosie and his Riveters all answered that yes, they were going to the party later. 

Jem grinned first at Freddie and then up at Rosie. “Will you save me a dance, then, Rosie?”

Freddie’s eyebrows furrowed tightly together. Her hand in Brady’s elbow gripped onto his sleeve.

Rosie’s eyes were on Freddie, in spite of how she’d been refusing to so much as glance at him ever since she’d come over. His eyebrows, too, were furrowed, his lips pursed as he watched her closely and wondered what was going on.

“I wasn’t planning on doing much dancing, if I’m to be honest, ma’am,” he eventually answered Jem. His eyes were stuck on Freddie and how hers were stuck on Jem.

“That’s a shame,” Jem answered, sliding her hand down from his bicep to his forearm. “I’m quite the dancer.”

“Freddie and I will be dancing, won’t we, Fred?” Brady cut in with a wide smile. “She’s got a reputation for turning down offers but it’s just ‘cause she can’t dance with me when I’m playing with the band, ain’t that right, Fred?”

Freddie’s jaw fell open. Her hand fell from his arm. She looked at Brady, wide-eyed, unsure of what exactly he was playing at and whether she should be feeling hurt. 

“Fred?” he asked, turning to her. He finally dropped the act.

“That’s not why I don’t dance and you know it,” she told him lowly, taking a step away from him.

Suddenly everything made sense. This game they were all playing. Jem with her outrageous flirting with Rosie, when Freddie had never seen her flirt like that the entire time she’d known her, and Brady with his escorting her over and talking like they were a couple. This was all some kind of scheme to force her and Rosie together, to make them jealous and speed up the process. And while Freddie knew they all had good intentions, she didn’t like to have her feelings played with.

Finally, tentatively, Freddie sought Rosie’s eyes and found them already waiting for her. He was watching her closely, trying to puzzle her out, and his face was so kind, was filled with so much concern and care, that in a moment of impulse Freddie reached for his hand and led him away from the group, then promptly threw herself down into the grass and began pulling daisies out of the ground.

Rosie didn’t say anything for a while, just sat beside her and let her stew in peace. He watched her for a while, then watched her making a daisy chain, and when the tension in her shoulders had eased he asked quietly, “You alright?” 

Freddie nodded, humming a quiet ‘mh-hm’ in reply. She watched her hands, continued weaving daisies together, and then informed him, “They were playing with us.”

At this, Rosie cracked a smile. He shrugged, looking over to where they’d been standing before and where the Riveters had since vacated, having headed into the mess hall for dinner. The reminder of where they were, of where he should have been, made his stomach rumble, but he pushed his hunger out of his head. There was nowhere he would have rather been than right here, sitting next to Freddie in the grass and the sunshine, even if she wasn’t particularly pleased herself.

“I kinda figured,” Rosie confessed after a beat, smiling ruefully sidelong at Freddie.

“Brady and I are not a thing,” she added matter-of-factly.

Rosie chuckled under his breath. “I know.” He declined to admit that for a second there his heart had dropped. That when he’d seen Brady offer her a hand to stand and when she’d taken it the warmth in his blood had gone cold, that when he’d led her over to their group with her hand tucked into the crook of his elbow his blood had then gone from freezing to boiling. Declined to mention that he’d misinterpreted her shyness for embarrassment when they’d first come over, assuming she felt she’d been caught leading him on, when now it was clear she was just bashful.

They lapsed into silence, thoughtful and contemplative, as the world went on without them. Millie and the rest of the girls, now accompanied by Jem again, were still sitting in their little circle, but the rest of the men had gone inside. Groups of the American Red Cross girls were starting to appear now, the only real sign of the passage of time, and just when Rosie was about to ask Freddie if she was ready to go and get dinner she turned to him abruptly.

“For you,” she said, showing him the daisy chain she’d made into a flower crown, much like the one currently sitting atop her head. 

He grinned, charmed, and instead of reaching to take it bowed his head for her to put it on him herself.

She did, using gentle hands to place the crown amongst his dark curls, fighting hard against the urge to run her fingers through them. Sitting back, she admired her work as he looked up, and grinned back at him. “Beautiful,” she said, reaching up to adjust it just slightly.

Rosie laughed. “I’ll treasure it forever.”

Freddie rolled her eyes jovially. “When the daisies die, come tell me. I’ll make you another one.”

“Should I wear it to the party tonight?” Rosie asked next, still grinning at her.

Freddie beamed. “Of course!” She glanced at the mess hall with a shake of her head. “You’ll be in good company. Amy made some for Bubbles and Croz, too.”

“Well, I’ll wear yours with pride.”

Freddie nodded. “Do. I only made the one. It’s special.”

Rosie laughed. “I’m honoured.”

“You should be.” She grinned at him. “Brady doesn’t get one.”

“He’ll be heartbroken.”

“I’m sure.” She pushed herself to her feet then, with no explanation, and looked down at him. “I’m hungry,” she said.

“Right.” As fast as he could manage, Rosie got to his feet and brushed the grass off his trousers, nodding. “Yeah,” he said, “me too.”

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Tom Hiddleston to make Soccer Aid debut on 2023 England charity team

The Loki star said he was ‘delighted’ to be a part of the event and ‘honoured’ be playing in the match.

Award-winning actor and Unicef ambassador Tom Hiddleston will make his Soccer Aid debut as he joins the 2023 England team at the charity event.

The Loki star said he was “delighted” to be a part of the event and “honoured” be playing in the match.

“I’m so honoured to be playing. I’ve been an ambassador for Unicef UK for just over 10 years now,” he said.

“I’ve always been aware of Soccer Aid. It’s an extraordinary event which has so much joy in it, and it’s all for children.

“I’m so delighted that I can be part of it this year.”

Hiddleston added: “I’ve been privileged to see the work that Unicef does in Guinea and South Sudan.

“They are providing for children in ways that are essential and life-saving. It is the most extraordinary work.”

I've always been aware of Soccer Aid. It’s an extraordinary event which has so much joy in it, and it's all for children. I'm so delighted that I can be part of it this year

Hiddleston joins the roster of famous faces already announced for the Soccer Aid England squad including Paddy McGuinness, Danny Dyer, Scarlette Douglas, Alex Brooker, Bugzy Malone, Asa Butterfield and Liam Payne.

The 2023 England management team will be led by rapper Stormzy, with assistance from Line Of Duty star Vicky McClure, Harry Redknapp and Emma Hayes.

Former Southampton and Tottenham boss Mauricio Pochettino leads the opposing World XI management team alongside Robbie Keane and Martin Compston.

Retired Olympic sprinter Usain Bolt captains the World XI squad, which also includes Mo Gilligan, Lee Mack and Love Island star Tommy Fury.

The coming weeks will see a host of other star names announced – with neither team’s line-up yet complete.

Since the concept was co-founded by Robbie Williams in 2006, Soccer Aid has raised more than £75 million to help children all over the world

Soccer Aid for Unicef 2023 takes place on Sunday June 11 at Manchester United’s Old Trafford, with tickets available at socceraid.org.uk/tickets.

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Just in a mood to recite some Ryan Parker moments I like for some reason back when I watched NP [which is only during NP 2.0].

I definitely won't sort them in order of when these moments happened, 'cause I have no clue when some of these moments happened in the hours upon hours of content.

While hunting after the man that killed George- a Lost MC biker- with Cat and Paddy, Cat got Ryan to think up a safe word in case Ryan somehow got found by this guy and were about to be in trouble, to which they decided the safe word would be ~princess~.

Another moment connected to the one above was how Ryan would be driving up and down the highway- 'cause the murderer was the Highway Man or something I don't quite remember- on his war Banshee. Some cops were undercover in a truck- trying to investigate this same murder- and were surprised when Ryan of all people are driving quickly up to them, making sure whoever drove the truck was okay as this Highway Man (I think) were also targetting truck drivers.

Another another moment connected to the two above was how- after finally the Lost got that Highway Man with the help of Dundee- Ryan wanted to torture the guy with a god damn lockpick. 'Cause listen, my man's usually a pacifist that rarely uses guns or weapons, but he will fuck you up if you fucked with those he considers family.

Ryan and OTT being trauma brothers friends after the Lost MC vs CKR war, considering they both got kidnapped and tortured by the opposite side in a war neither of them wanted to be a part of but had to be a part of. Also how- during the time the Lost needed mats [materials] for stuff and OTT had a fuckton of it- OTT would only sell his mats to Ryan (in the Lost).

Irwin Dundee helping Ryan get out of the Lost compound ('cause he was accidentally locked in and were starting to panic) after the Yellowjack meeting between the Lost MC and CKR- that happened riiight before that war started.

Rudi standing up for Ryan- during the job interview to become Matthew Payne's assistant- after months of either blaming Ryan for the war (between Lost MC and CKR) or just not wanting to be near him. It was just really nice and satisfying. That and how Ryan ended up knocking out his competitor after (I think) Matthew said the two should have a fight to see who gets the job.

While they were driving their motorcycles after the speeches in the funeral (to the Lost MC bikers that died during that war I keep mentioning), Reid asked Ryan if he wanted to say a speech too back there. Ryan answered how he did want to, but he didn't want to upset Rudi, so he opted against it. And then Reid just telling him how he should've done it anyways, even if it would've upset Rudi. Idk, just the husbandos being comforting to eachother is always so nice to watch.

Also, Ryan and Reid just driving together in the most ridicolous car the former has [station wagons, drift wagons, small but fast cars, etc.] to "train" new cops in driving pursuits, which will include fun bantering and singing to whatever 2000s pop song they got.

Ryan, Gazz and Lucy's "SHOW ME YOURS TINTS" line when the three decided to go and have some fun doing small crimes together to try not to worry too much about Reid being in the ICU.

Ryan just being drunk with his friends- Erin, Vivi and Luther- and singing pop songs after finding the dreaded E G G.

Ryan doing some racing while Rudi was sitting passenger, to which the latter would encourage the former to spin out the other racers or just make them crash (which Ryan ofc didn't do).

Ryan winning (or getting 2nd place, I can't quite remember) a race despite 1. All of his tires being popped by spikestrips, and 2. Some cop cars being behind him, trying to make his car stop (to no avail).

Watching most gangs just treat Ryan nicely 'cause they either like him as a person, like him as a business man/old lady of the Lost, or just don't want to piss off the businesses he's part of/the Lost and other gangs that like him.

Honestly, anytime Ryan's racing or trying to escape cops is fun as hell to watch.

Can't think of anything else atm, but I might add on more moments when I remember them 🚶

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Lion cover dated 31 August 1963. Paddy Payne, Warrior of the Skies art by Joe Colquhoun.

Treasury of British Comics.

[charitabledirection]

Liam said: “It’s not right that anyone in our country is unable to afford food. Food banks do incredible work to help the people most in need of support. It’s vital that we get support to those people right now, as this crisis unfolds. The Trussell Trust is working with food banks across the country to ensure emergency help is there for people who don’t have money for the basics. But I’m also donating because of the work they do to work towards a future where no one needs a food bank – we can’t end the conversation with getting emergency food to people – as vital as that is. When we’re out the other side of this, we need to look at why there are people in our country who don’t have enough money for food. I want to play my part in finding a solution to ensure people have enough money to buy their own food – and end the need for food banks.” (source)

[justapayneaway]

Can Paddy come back please? He'll keep our angel save!

Bring Paddy back campaign number 4652718912049! He is the only person I trust Liam with and I miss them together. They had such a genuine relationship!

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Catawiki offers Luis Bermejo Western art, "Paddy Payne" art by Bill Lacey, and more

Catawiki offers Luis Bermejo Western art, “Paddy Payne” art by Bill Lacey, and more

There are only two items of direct interest to British comic art collectors in this week’s Catawiki International Comic Art Auction, which closes next Thursday, 12th May 2022 – but some European artists, who worked for publishers here, are represented. A page by Luis Bermejo, for the comic series Historia corta del Oeste, written by Gino D’Antonio, published by Bonelli in Italy between 1979 and…

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Wednesday, 30 September 2015/part II

After their show the boys go to Cirque le Soir and when Liam leaves he gets spotted

credits: thedailypayne's Tumblr

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Z-Cars: Loyalties (7.68/7.69, BBC, 1972)

"Bert... A friendly word of advice. If you stick your neck out for a geezer like Cotes, you might find yourself answering higher up."

"I can look out for myself, Tom."

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Liam ft Paddy - Part 2

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solitaire-star replied to your post: Wait, Liam's Paddy went to Harry's show? That's so...

He was definitely there. We saw him 3 times!

Love it!

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"Somebody's gives Pady a pay rise ". Lol Carlos, you made my day. Good day to you

But it’s true! Can you imagine how many times he’s like “Liam, no!” and Liam is “Liam, YES!”

This is the face of a toddler planning mischief★ and checking if their adult is paying attention to them.

This is the instance of a man who has been through this TOO many times. You just know. He’s resigned to this happening, and even expects it at some point. LOL!

Oh, remember that time he re-evaluated his life★ when Liam randomly told everyone that he loves Zayn★?

“Here we go again…”

Every day I’m grateful for Paddy in Liam’s life. BWAhaha!

Have a good day, nonnie.

[laynefaire]

Layne, do you know if Paddy is still with Liam? He wasn't with him during the NYC trip and I haven't seen him in Miami either. Wondering what is up, since I know they were so close.

I honestly don’t. The last thing he posted on Instagram was Dec 5th. It is strange, because they were/are really close, but I don’t have an answer, hun.