#mark docherty

[allthecanadianpolitics]

"Regina Coronation Park MLA Mark Docherty announced that he will be resigning his seat in the Legislative Assembly on Friday.

“It has been an honour to serve the people of Coronation Park as a member of their Saskatchewan Party government for the past 11 years and to see the tremendous growth and progress in our city and our province during that time,” Docherty said. “Serving and building community are at the heart of who I am and I look forward to continuing that important work in new ways.”

Docherty was first elected in 2011 and then again in 2016 and 2020.

“Mark is a tremendously sincere and empathetic MLA who cares deeply about his community and its people,” said Premier Scott Moe. “I will miss the passion and compassion Mark brings to our caucus discussions.”

A byelection will be held within the next six months to elect a new MLA for the park."

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[opencommunion]

"The US Air Force has been sending unmarked planes from Britain’s base on Cyprus to Israel since it began bombing Gaza, it can be revealed. The planes are all C-295 and CN-235 aircraft, which are believed to be used by American special forces. Declassified has found 18 of these aircraft which have gone from the sprawling British air base on Cyprus, RAF Akrotiri, to Israel’s coastal city Tel Aviv since October 7. Akrotiri is the key node in the international effort to arm and provide logistical support for Israel’s assault on Gaza. But the UK government has always refused to divulge any information about US activities at Akrotiri, which is known to include transporting weapons to Israel.

Asked in May how many US Air Force (USAF) flights had taken off from the base since October 7, defence minister Leo Docherty said: 'The Ministry of Defence does not comment on the operations of our Allies.' But Declassified discovered the unmarked planes that flew from Akrotiri to Israel from November to June have a serial number showing they are operated by the USAF. Most of these journeys had the flight number GONZO62. Six more unmarked C-130 planes have gone from Akrotiri to Tel Aviv since the bombing of Gaza began, which are believed to be USAF, but it was not possible for Declassified to locate their operator. The C-130 can carry 128 combat troops and almost 20 tonnes of cargo.

The new information could further implicate British ministers in war crimes in Gaza. In November 2023, a US military official revealed that American special forces were stationed in Israel and 'actively helping the Israelis.' ... Most of the unmarked planes show that they were recently at Fayetteville, North Carolina, which is home to Fort Liberty, the largest US Army base by population with nearly 50,000 active-duty soldiers. Formerly called Fort Bragg, it is home to the 1st Special Forces Command (Airborne) which 'assigns, equips, trains, certifies, and validates [Army Special Operations Forces] Soldiers and units to conduct global operations.' The Pentagon says this unit is 'the most adaptable and capable enabling force in the United States military.' The planes, the C-295 and CN-235, are produced by Airbus and believed to be used by 427th Special Operations Squadron which has been described as USAF’s 'most secretive squadron' and is based at Fort Liberty.

... Declassified has also found 26 marked USAF planes have arrived at RAF Akrotiri since the bombing of Gaza began. These have included 16 huge C-17 military transport aircraft from US bases in Germany, Spain and Kuwait. The C-17 is capable of transporting 134 personnel and many types of military equipment, including Abrams tanks and three Black Hawk helicopters. The US military notes that its role is to 'rapidly project and sustain an effective combat force close to a potential battle area.'"

[scotianostra]

Up the close and doon the stair,

But and ben' wi' Burke and Hare.

Burke's the butcher, Hare's the thief,

Knox the boy that buys the beef.

A 19th century Edinburgh rhyme about the serial killers Burke and Hare.

William Burke was executed on 28th January 1829

I'll start this post as I always do for all the newer readers and let you know the main big fat fact about Burke and Hare, as the auld Edinburgh rhyme says, they did NOT rob graves!!! The pair were serial killers, but not in the true sense of the words as they killed their victims for financial gain.

Grave robbing was fashionable at the time many cemeteries even built watchtowers and employed people to guard the last resting places of their loved ones, there was a shortage of bodies for the Universities and Edinburgh was one of the leading cities in the world for teaching medicine, so people sold bodies to the schools, no questions asked.

William Burke and William Hare certainly did this but they were never known to get their hands dirty by digging up a corpse, this was too much like hard work for these two Irish Immigrants so they cut out the labouring part and decided to start their own wee industry, killing people and selling the bodies, the practice became known as Burking.

It all started when a lodger died at Hare's girlfriends house on the West Port not far from the Grassmarket in Edinburgh, he still owed his rent and the enterprising duo decided to fill his coffin with rocks and sell the body to pay this debt, they took the body to a Professor Robert Knox at Surgeon Square and were paid 7 pounds and 10 shillings for it, this is the nearest they got to stealing a body as their "trade" took a more sinister turn.

I wont go through all 16 murders I will just recite to you the one that was their undoing........

Fittingly it was Halloween 1828 and there was a party in Log's Lodgings in Tanner's Close where the duo lived, the following morning guests became suspicious at the disappearance of an old lady who had been very merry the night before. They discovered her corpse — stripped and ready for packing — in Burke's bedstraw. Mary Docherty had come to Edinburgh from Donegal in search of a long-lost son. She had chanced to beg at a gin-shop where Burke had befriended her. Like all the other victims, she was poor, hungry, and alone. Street folk were not missed immediately as more settled people would have been, and dissection ensured disposal of the evidence.

The mode of death was designed to leave no marks. Since only this last body was available to the authorities nothing could have been proven, despite strong suspicion, had not Hare agreed to give evidence for the prosecution in return for legal immunity.

His partner in crime was hanged on January 28th 1829, an event celebrated with carnival by the Edinburgh populace. His corpse, appropriately enough, was delivered up for public dissection at Surgeons' Hall. Hare left the city incognito, and his fate is unknown.

Burke's execution was witnessed by the novelist Sir Walter Scott, who sympathized with the general opinion that both men's wives had served as accomplices, and that the anatomists had been accessories to the murders. Burke's confessions were published after the execution, and they suggest that this view of the anatomists may not have been altogether misplaced. Burke and Hare were commended by Knox himself on the freshness of a corpse; they were never asked any questions about the derivation of the bodies they delivered to the school, were paid immediately, and were always urged to get more.

A pamphlet, later attributed to a doorkeeper at Knox's school, implicated both the anatomist and his staff in the crimes. According to this witness more than one of the bodies had blood at the mouth, nose, or ears. In at least one instance — that of a well-known Edinburgh beggar, Daft Jamie — identifying features were deliberately obliterated in the dissection room: when it became known that he was missing from the streets, his head and distinctive club feet were severed from his body and dissection was hastened.

Dr Knox was never charged with any crime, nor was he called to give evidence at the trial. He remained silent throughout the furore over the murders. He was burnt in effigy in the streets, ostracized by Edinburgh's medical community, and eventually left the city. He seems to have believed that murder could have been uncovered at any anatomy school, and the fact that it had happened to be his school was simply bad luck. Whether this belief had any objective basis will probably never be known.

The Burke and Hare murders are critically significant to the history of anatomy in Britain. They represent the apotheosis of the market in human flesh. The murders reveal that by the late 1820s, the poor were worth more dead than alive. A further 60 murders by the ‘London Burkers�� Bishop and Williams, in 1831 occurred before the Anatomy Act of 1832 provided the anatomists with a free supply of corpses requisitioned from Poor Law workhouses.

The photos include a contemporary drawing of Burke, a cast of how he might have looked, with a pocket book made from his skin, another card holder also made from his skin and his skeleton, still on display in Surgeons Hall 192 years after he took "The Last Drop"

The transcript of the Broadsheet below can be found here http://digital.nls.uk/.../broadside.../id/15228/transcript/1

[kristenswig]

Best Makeup & Hairstyling 2023

Winner

Evil Dead Rise - Jason Docherty and Hannah Wilson

Nominees

Killers of the Flower Moon - Kay Georgiou and Thomas Nellen Poor Things - Nadia Stacey, Mark Coulier, and Josh Weston Priscilla - Jo-Ann MacNeil and Cliona Furey A Thousand and One - Jill McKay, Marsha Page, and Craig Carter

[houseofhurricane]

Against Nostalgia | Chapter Five

Summary: Fifteen years after the end of the second war against Voldemort, Hermione Granger is invited to Hogwarts for a one-year appointment as the professor for History of Magic, forcing her to take a break from a successful career at the Ministry of Magic. Draco Malfoy, meanwhile, is Hogwarts’ Defence Against the Dark Arts professor. He’s a former Auror, despite the fact that he still bears the Dark Mark. Though there’s mutual distrust between them, sparks quickly fly between Hermione and Draco…sometimes literally. And although the war is long over, it doesn’t take an interest in History of Magic to see that history is intent on repeating. Between them, Hermione and Draco have the power to shatter the world they know. Or, maybe, the could make it into something new. (Imagine if they fell in love at the same time.)

Pairing: Dramione

Word Count: 3,863

Chapter Summary: In this chapter, Hermione discovers a new room at Hogwarts. It’s occupied.

Thank you to @iftheshoef1tz​ + @poisonivy206​ + Carter + Farrah + Gillian for beta reading this. You have the sharpest eyes, the best questions, and the biggest hearts. All mistakes, as always, are my own.

Thank you all for the love and support on this fic! I hope you enjoy the latest chapter 🧡

You can read Against Nostalgia on Archive of Our Own.

Draco thinks of writing to the Dochertys. Even now, they might accept his letter with something like reverence. But he cannot figure out a way to phrase his questions or to gain the truth he’s after.

Why would your daughter want to gain control of the Hogwarts castle? Why is she bent on capturing and likely killing Hermione Granger?

The words are a waste of parchment.

Read the rest on AO3.

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[lifeofkaze]

A Search for Balance

CHAPTER 39: ONE LAST SHOT

Find the masterlist with all chapters of this story here, the previous chapter here, and the next one here.

After Lizzie’s speech, it was with renewed fire that the Wigtown Wanderers rose into the air. 

With Skye being taken out of the game, the Montrose Magpies’ dominance became almost crushing. They had the advantage in numbers, and with a manoeuvre as spectacular as the Quaffle Cutback used against them, the team from Montrose was even more intent on proving they were the reigning champions for a reason.

At least for now, where Lizzie and her team were concerned, who fought against the Magpies’ onslaught tooth and nail. Time was playing into their hands; they were a few hours into the match, and the sun that had stood high in the sky in the beginning was slowly edging its way toward the horizon. It shone directly into the face of Montrose’s Keeper, forcing Anthony O’Leary to shield his eyes from its light with one hand at all times.

Lizzie and Orion quickly figured out how to use the changed conditions to their advantage. They advanced on the squinting O’Leary simultaneously, swooping in on him with the sun directly in their backs and passing the Quaffle to the other at the very last moment. O’Leary stood no chance against them that way, having to watch helplessly as the Quaffle soared past him and through the goalposts time and time again.

The Wanderers quickly racked up points that way, their Beaters working overtime to make sure the Quaffle stayed in Wigtown’s possession. When Lizzie and Orion advanced on the goalposts yet again, the Beaters from Montrose had enough; they made short work of a Bludger flying past them, simultaneously hitting it with both their bats and hurtling it toward Orion. Lizzie saw the spinning iron sphere in time and called out, giving Orion just enough time to fly a swerve and let the Bludger shoot past him.

Having missed its intended mark, the Bludger spun onwards. It passed into the Magpies’ scoring zone, coming at Anthony O’Leary straight in line with the sun. A collective gasp went through the stands as it collided with his helmet, knocking both the Keeper and his broom against the goalposts. O’Leary crumpled on his broomstick and, all tension having left his body, spiralled slowly towards the ground. 

Like the Wanderers had before, the Magpies gathered around their injured Keeper, and after a quick conversation between their captain and the umpire, the match resumed with evened out numbers. 

Lizzie had observed the situation with a mixture of worry and hope. Her mind was racing; she felt bad for even thinking it, but O’Leary’s knock-out was more than fortunate for them. She caught Orion’s eye, who nodded at her briefly; he seemed to be thinking the same. Feeling a little less guilty, Lizzie steered her broomstick back to the centre circle, where the Quaffle would be released again. It was time to turn the tide for good. 

With O’Leary gone, the Montrose Beaters now focused most of their attention on Lizzie and Orion to keep them from scoring. Bethany Tweed and Dougal Docherty did their best to keep their remaining two Chasers out of harm’s way, but even so outflying the Bludgers sent after them was no easy feat.

All the while, the Seekers were fighting their own battle. Being left without support from their respective Beaters, they zoomed across the Quidditch pitch both horizontally, vertically, and in wild spirals, trying to outsmart each other with  flying manoeuvres that became both more desperate and reckless by the second. 

Lizzie paid their antics little mind. Her mind was focused on scoring, and with Montrose’s goalposts abandoned, she and Orion managed to do so more than once. She was just flying by the hollering stands in celebration when two broomsticks shot past her so quickly that her ponytail was whipped into her face. 

Scout Sheridan lay flat on her broom, her hand outstretched and only inches away from the blurred fleck of gold racing to evade her grasp. Hawk Huntington, the Magpies’ Seeker, was close on her broomstick bristles, his black-and-white robes billowing behind him as he tried gaining ground. He was fuelled by sheer desperation. If the Wanderers caught the Snitch now, the match would be over and they would win. If the Magpies caught it, however, there was still a chance for them. The Wanderers were leading with 150 points. If Montrose caught the Snitch, there would be a shoot-out. 

The hunt for the Quaffle forgotten, Lizzie, the stands, and the rest of the assembled players watched as Scout and Huntington raced for the championship. Huntington urged his broomstick on, ever so slowly inching closer. Lizzie held her breath. Scout was still ahead, and so close to catching the Snitch, but Huntington was taller, and with a better reach. Scout’s fingers were just moments away from triumph, her fingertips almost grazing the rapidly beating wings of the Snitch, when Huntington lurched forward, pushed her arm aside, and closed his fist around the fluttering golden ball. 

Singled-out cheers came from the Montrose fans as apprehensive silence settled over the stadium. The announcer cleared his throat. 

“Huntington catches the Golden Snitch in a spectacular head-to-head race with Sheridan and secures 150 points for the Montrose Magpies.” His voice quivered with excitement. “That makes the score even, ladies and gentlemen. The unthinkable has happened - the match is not finished. The new champion of the British and Irish Quidditch League will be determined in a shoot-out!”

Lizzie tried in vain to push away the anxiety building in her stomach as the announcer went on to explain the rules. Substitutions for injured players still weren’t allowed, but different to the regular playtime, every player on the pitch could try and score. Gathering her team around her, she let her eyes wander over their tired but determined faces. Her gaze lingered on Warren Porter, their Keeper, in particular. The bulk of the pressure was resting on his broad shoulders now. 

From out of nowhere, the last time she had won a trophy popped up in Lizzie’s mind. Hufflepuff had played Gryffindor for the House Cup, and their Keeper had been knocked unconscious pretty early in the game. Everything had looked like they were headed into a shoot-out as well, and it had only been thanks to a veritable last-second goal from Skye that they had been able to secure the deciding points before the match had ended.

Back then, Lizzie had been relieved that they had avoided having to go into a shoot-out. This time, everything was different. This time, they still had a Keeper. 

“Everything’s settled, then,” she smiled at her team encouragingly after all technicalities had been sorted. All, but one. “Who wants to go last?” 

Her question was met with awkward silence. Lizzie had expected no different. The rules had both teams taking turns, and Montrose would be going first. Being the follow-up added an additional layer of pressure; the first team set the bar, the second could do nothing but react. The last player to score mostly had it worst. Usually, one team or another would have failed at least one shot at this point, so the responsibility of either getting their team into a second round or securing the win rested solely on their shoulders. 

Lizzie waited for anyone to speak up, but unsurprisingly, no one did. Presently, Orion took heart. 

“The last of us will need shoulders strong enough to carry the result of everyone preceding him. It is no easy task. It should be someone used to handling the Quaffle and the pressure. You led us well to this point, Captain. It’d be an honour to relieve you of the responsibility, if you want me to.”

Lizzie gave him a grateful look, but she could tell that Orion wasn’t actually keen on the job. He had a point, though. She had led their team through the better part of this match. She had done what was expected of her, but her task wasn’t over yet. She swallowed heavily.

“We need to start off on the right foot, so I want you to go first.” Gripping the handle of her broomstick tighter, she did her best to quell the dropping feeling in her stomach. “The last shot’s gonna be mine.”

They all nodded at each other once, then joined the Magpies and the referee at the centre circle. The shoot-out began. The first player to go was one of the Magpies’ Beaters, a stocky, dark-skinned wizard who came at Warren hovering before the goalposts with force. He made his shot with strength but little precision, but still it went past Warren’s outstretched hands. Lizzie held her breath as the Quaffle bounced off the metal of the leftmost hoop and fell through it on the other side a moment later. Trying to mask her disappointment, she scoffed.

“A weak shot if I’ve ever seen one. Hitting the rings is such a rookie mistake.”

“For you maybe,” Bethany Tweed replied. She was hovering next in line to Lizzie, her face having taken on a greyish tint. “I’ll be happy to score, no matter how.” 

Lizzie made a non-committal noise, her mind already elsewhere. It was Orion’s turn now. He took position a short distance from the scoring zone, looking neither left nor right as he focused on the goalposts gleaming and the Magpies’ Seeker - who filled in for their missing Keeper - in front of him. 

When the umpire blew his whistle, Orion leaned forward and accelerated. As soon as he was within shooting range he leaned to the right, and as Huntington dived in the same direction, Orion whipped his Nimbus around, took aim, and threw the Quaffle through the now unguarded left ring. Lizzie and the other Wanderers cheered and clapped for him together with the rest of the stadium as Orion returned to where they were hovering with their arms around each other's shoulders. Giving her a taut smile, he took his place next to her. 

The shoot-out carried on in much the same fashion. The Chasers from Montrose did their job well, as did Warren and Huntington. Defending a penalty shot was difficult, however, and despite Warren’s skill and Huntington’s luck, both of them managed to only save a single shot each. 

When it was Warren’s turn to score, his frustration was almost palpable. With the encouraging words of his teammates in his back, he positively ripped the Quaffle from the referee’s hands. He shot towards the goalposts fast as a Bludger, throwing the Quaffle with so much force that it almost flew right over the top of the hoops. Lizzie’s heart gave a squeeze when it grazed the inner circle of the middle ring, but then it dropped through and fell to the other side regardless.

With every player taking their turn while she was forced to wait, the knot in Lizzie’s stomach tightened. By the time the Magpies’ captain drew up to make her goal, her breathing had become shallow, her skin feeling like ants were crawling beneath the surface. When Montrose had made their final goal, Lizzie took hold of the handle of her Silverswift. She held onto it with a lot more force than necessary, and found that beneath her Quidditch gloves, her palms were sweaty. 

“Fly with calm and confidence, shoot with courage and fire,” Orion told her so quietly that only she could hear him. 

Lizzie nodded at him briefly, and after giving her shoulder an encouraging squeeze, he let her go. She flew to where the referee was waiting for her, hoping he wouldn’t see how badly her hands were shaking. She hovered there, between the centre circle and the scoring zone, her heart pounding in her ears. 

A hush had fallen over the stadium. Lizzie was the last player to fly, and Montrose in the lead with one goal. If she failed her shot, the shoot-out would be over. If she scored, they would go into a second round. This was it, the defining moment of the match, of the last three years of her life. The moment she’d been waiting for. The moment people would remember.

She had one shot, and she intended on using it well. 

Drawing a shaky breath, Lizzie glanced over her shoulder to where her team was hovering. Her eyes found Orion, who gave her a small nod, and as Lizzie turned from him, finally, she felt calm descend on her. It would be Orion’s turn next, and his first goal had been unsaveable. There was no way the Montrose Beater would score a second time. Orion would win the championship for them, Lizzie was sure of it. She could feel it. All she needed to do was make sure he got the chance to.

The thought carried her as the whistle blew and she sped up, racing her Silverswift towards the scoring zone. The noise in her mind faded, as did the stands that were reduced to a colourful blur at the edge of her vision. There was nothing left but the beating of her heart and the sound of wind rushing past her. 

Her eyes fixed on Huntington, hovering in front of the goalposts and waiting for her to give him a clue about what she  was going to do. Lizzie didn’t give him one. She waited for the last possible moment, until Huntington had no choice but to take a guess. Putting all on one card, he leaned toward the right goalpost, just like Lizzie had expected. She shifted her weight, swerved, and threw the Quaffle at the middle ring. Her lips curved into a relieved smile as her opponent reached for the ball and failed. It went right past him, dropped just the way Lizzie had calculated it would, and…

The dull, metallic ring as the Quaffle bounced against the base of the hoop and dropped down in front of it echoed through the stadium. Lizzie’s smile froze. She stared at the goalposts, not quite able to comprehend what had just happened. 

For an awfully long moment, everything was silent. 

Then, every witch and wizard in back-and-white erupted into screams. The stands were heaving, the commentator announcing the final score with a broken voice. The Montrose Magpies flew past Lizzie in a blur, hugging both their Seeker and each other, screaming, shouting, singing, none of them minding Lizzie, who stood still in the air next to them, frozen, shocked, and utterly empty inside. 

[cristalconnors]

MAKEUP & HAIRSTYLING

Shortlisted: Beau is Afraid / Maestro

THE NOMINEES ARE:

POOR THINGS

Prosthetic Makeup Design by Mark Coulier, Hair, Makeup, & Prosthetic Design by Nadia Stacey, Prosthetics Supervision by Josh Weston

PRISCILLA

Hair Design and Supervision by Cliona Furey, Makeup Design and Supervision by Jo-Ann MacNeil

AND THE CRISTAL GOES TO...

EVIL DEAD RISE

Prosthetic Makeup Supervision by Jason Docherty, Creature Design and Supervision by Adam Johansen, Hair & Makeup Supervision by Hannah Wilson

[chelsie4ever]

Phyllis Logan announced to attend the BAFTA Scotland awards next Sunday, November 20th !!!

Ceremony will be available to watch on the BAFTA Scotland YouTube channel.

[weaversweek]

My year in mix 1997 (part 1 of 12)

Inspired by something going down over on Bluesky, this is My Year in Mix.

My year is 1997, and twelve posts will cover all the important aspects of popular music from this year. 60 videos, some songs that will be familiar even if you weren't a glint in your mother's eye, some that passed everyone by at the time.

Part one: The Evening Session

Radio 1's essential guide to new music, enthusiastically hosted by Steve Lamacq and Jo Whiley. The fizzing and cracking sounds of youth culture, none of the old farts who prop up daytimes.

"In your car" - Kenickie. Start the year as we mean to go on. Smell the glitter! Wear the PVC!

Go out, have fun, be reckless, wake up with a massive hangover.

Even when your band's gig is cancelled by a fire alarm and you're tipped out into the street, we'll have a time.

"The Spice Girls with guitars" said Kavana in a Smash Hits review.

"Your woman" - White Town. You won't find Jyoti Mishra at the club. He stayed in, recorded the song in his bedroom. Ambiguous lyric meets early-80s chiptune and 1930s sample.

Promoted by late evening presenters Mark and Lard, and the most unlikely chart-topper ever. Anyone can get to the top!

Gave Jyoti a lot more fame than he could deal with, so he rather pulled back from promotion. Even more than the song, that is his greatest legacy: the idea of "as much fame as you're comfortable with".

Bonus! Jyoti of White Town rarely gave interviews, then or now. He spoke to KEXP in 2022.

"Mum's gone to iceland" - Bennet. Very much an Evening Session band: quirky but not too outlandish, different and familiar at the same time. Their best work was "Someone always gets there first", but that's from 1996 and Too Darned Old.

Became an albatross around the band's neck, people expected them to be this witty and funny all the time. They're not Philip Pope, they're what Blur could have been if "Popscene" was their template.

"Drop dead gorgeous" - Republica. Second time was the charm for this all-out blaster. Drive down the highway, have this blasting out the windows.

Every note, every chord, every word counts. And just hear the venom in her voice.

Re-released in time for the Westminster election: public to John Major, "drop dead".

"Susan's house" - Eels.

Los Angeles was a tough-minded but generous muse. It offered Everett odd jobs, casual contacts, failed love affairs, deep depression and a crumbling sense of self-worth. For Everett, these were all reasons to sing. His support and refuge was the four-track, which he used to compile his early years in California into melodic diaries. Although the narrative's starting point, as always in Everett's music, was in the man's own life, the narrative's focus was outside the experiencer. In Susan's House, Everett was narrating the city itself, not himself in the city. Along his walks, Everett painted apish views from the edge of Los Angeles County; bushy, piquant details merged with gritty, sharp observations of the hustle and bustle of everyday life. Along the route, ambulance men stripped a boy shot to death, a demented woman who lost her home in a fire smashed bottles on cement, a young girl pushing a baby carriage walked by. They, together with the street scenes that surrounded them, were the real stars of the song.

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[markwatkinsreviews]

EFL ONE MATCH REPORT: Reading (0) 2 Charlton Athletic (0) 0

Date: Saturday 31 August, 2024

Kick-off: 3pm

Despite there being no goals in the first half The Royals were well on top and several timely tackles snuffed out any rare away attacks. Charlton's Campbell tried hard but fell short as an attacking threat first 45, so no surprise he was eventually subbed. However he picked it up 2nd half and, free from his shackles, made some decent forays up field as a provider of chances before being taken off.

Second-half Charlton (unusually in canary yellow) chirped brightly and around the 60th minute had three fairly clear-cut chances from crosses deep from the wings right across Reading's goal line, but couldn't get a decent foot or a head on any of them.

Apart from missing an obviously penalty award for Reading, the ref (Thomas Kirk) kept good order in game high on action, and some play acting from Charlton to win free-kicks.

Both Reading goal's were well worked and struck home convincingly by Savage (66’) then Smith (75’) and it really was an afternoon for blue & white hooped team work shining through from the first to last minutes on a close afternoon weather-wise.

The match however was never that close; 2-0 to Reading and "The Addicks" first league defeat of the new season.

Teams:

Reading: Pereira, Dorsett (Abrefa 61’), Elliott, Craig, Savage, Ehibhatiomhan, Smith, Bindon (Dean 72’), Mbengue, Wing, Akande (Tuma 85’)

READING MOTM: Dorsett Charlton Athletic: Mannion, Ramsay, Gillesphey, Mitchell, Jones, Coventry, Campbell (Godden 67’), Ahadme (Aneke  67’), Berry (Anderson 45’), Docherty, Small

CHARLTON MOTM: Campbell

Attendance: 14,778

Entertainment value: 9/10

Mark Watkins, 31 August, 2024.

[allthecanadianpolitics]

Two former Saskatchewan Party government members say they are voting for the NDP’s Carla Beck in the provincial election on Oct. 28. Mark Docherty, who retired from Premier Scott Moe’s government last year and is a former Speaker, says Beck shows strong leadership.` Docherty says the Saskatchewan Party became insular under Moe and that the premier wouldn’t meet with Docherty to discuss issues. Glen Hart, a Saskatchewan Party member who retired in 2020, says the party is not what it used to be and has moved more right on the political spectrum.

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[wankerwatch]

Commons Vote

On: Finance (No. 2) Bill: Third Reading

Ayes: 215 (98.6% Con, 0.9% Ind, 0.5% DUP) Noes: 19 (94.7% SNP, 5.3% PC) Absent: ~416

Likely Referenced Bill: Finance (No. 2) Act 2010

Description: A Bill to grant certain duties, to alter other duties, and to amend the law relating to the National Debt and the Public Revenue, and to make further provision in connection with finance.

Originating house: Commons Current house: Unassigned Bill Stage: Royal Assent

Individual Votes:

Ayes

Conservative (211 votes)

Aaron Bell Alan Mak Alberto Costa Alec Shelbrooke Alex Burghart Alex Chalk Alicia Kearns Alok Sharma Amanda Milling Andrew Griffith Andrew Jones Andrew Lewer Andrew Murrison Andrew Percy Andrew Selous Andy Carter Angela Richardson Anna Firth Anne Marie Morris Anne-Marie Trevelyan Anthony Browne Antony Higginbotham Ben Everitt Ben Spencer Ben Wallace Bernard Jenkin Bill Wiggin Bim Afolami Bob Blackman Bob Seely Brandon Lewis Caroline Ansell Caroline Nokes Charles Walker Cherilyn Mackrory Chris Clarkson Chris Grayling Chris Green Chris Philp Conor Burns Craig Tracey Craig Williams Damian Hinds Daniel Kawczynski Danny Kruger David Davis David Duguid David Jones David Rutley David Simmonds Dean Russell Dehenna Davison Derek Thomas Desmond Swayne Duncan Baker Edward Argar Edward Leigh Elizabeth Truss Elliot Colburn Esther McVey Felicity Buchan Fiona Bruce Gagan Mohindra Gareth Bacon Gareth Davies Gareth Johnson Gary Sambrook Gavin Williamson Geoffrey Clifton-Brown Gillian Keegan Graham Brady Graham Stuart Greg Hands Greg Smith Guy Opperman Harriett Baldwin Heather Wheeler Helen Whately Holly Mumby-Croft Huw Merriman Iain Duncan Smith Iain Stewart Jack Brereton Jack Lopresti Jackie Doyle-Price Jacob Rees-Mogg Jacob Young James Cartlidge James Cleverly James Davies James Duddridge James Sunderland James Wild Jane Hunt Jane Stevenson Jeremy Quin Jerome Mayhew Jo Churchill John Glen John Howell John Lamont Jonathan Djanogly Jonathan Gullis Julia Lopez Julian Lewis Julian Smith Julian Sturdy Justin Tomlinson Katherine Fletcher Kelly Tolhurst Kemi Badenoch Kevin Hollinrake Kieran Mullan Kit Malthouse Laura Farris Laura Trott Lee Rowley Leo Docherty Lia Nici Liam Fox Lisa Cameron Louie French Lucy Frazer Luke Hall Marcus Jones Mark Fletcher Mark Francois Mark Garnier Mark Logan Martin Vickers Matt Hancock Matt Warman Matthew Offord Mel Stride Michael Ellis Michael Fabricant Michael Gove Michael Tomlinson Mike Freer Mike Wood Mims Davies Neil O'Brien Nick Fletcher Nick Gibb Nicola Richards Nigel Huddleston Paul Beresford Paul Holmes Paul Howell Pauline Latham Penny Mordaunt Peter Aldous Peter Bottomley Philip Dunne Philip Hollobone Priti Patel Ranil Jayawardena Rebecca Harris Rebecca Pow Rehman Chishti Richard Bacon Richard Drax Richard Fuller Rob Butler Robbie Moore Robert Buckland Robert Courts Robert Goodwill Robert Halfon Robert Largan Robert Syms Robin Millar Robin Walker Royston Smith Sajid Javid Sally-Ann Hart Saqib Bhatti Sara Britcliffe Sarah Dines Scott Mann Selaine Saxby Shailesh Vara Sheryll Murray Simon Baynes Simon Clarke Simon Fell Simon Hart Simon Hoare Simon Jupp Stephen Metcalfe Steve Baker Steve Brine Steve Tuckwell Stuart Andrew Suzanne Webb Theo Clarke Theresa May Theresa Villiers Thérèse Coffey Tobias Ellwood Tom Hunt Tom Pursglove Tom Randall Tom Tugendhat Tracey Crouch Vicky Ford Victoria Atkins Victoria Prentis Wendy Morton Will Quince William Cash

Independent (2 votes)

Mark Menzies William Wragg

Democratic Unionist Party (1 vote)

Jim Shannon

Noes

Scottish National Party (18 votes)

Allan Dorans Amy Callaghan Angela Crawley Anne McLaughlin Brendan O'Hara Chris Law Chris Stephens David Linden Deidre Brock Joanna Cherry John Nicolson Kirsty Blackman Marion Fellows Owen Thompson Peter Grant Philippa Whitford Richard Thomson Stewart Malcolm McDonald

Plaid Cymru (1 vote)

Hywel Williams

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Funeral Friday: Burke & Hare

In the 19th century the act of graverobbing was rampant, and with a monetary gain. Graverobbers, or resurrection men- would dig up bodies and sell them to medical schools. But it was more sought after for fresher bodies, and with the public being more alert to these dark dealings, the restrictionists took matters into their own hands. 

William Burke and William Hare are two of the most infamous grave robbers to come out of this time. in Edinburgh, Scotland on November 29, 1827- while Hare was a keeper of a lodging house, an tenant passed away of natural causes. At the time of his passing, he owed Hare £4 as rent payment- to which after talking to Burke, his friend and other tenant, the two came up with an idea for the man to pay his dues from beyond the grave.

Before the funeral, the two would steal the body and weigh down the coffin with wood. Once the body was in their possession the two took it to Edinburgh University’s medical school, and sold it to the professor- Robert Knox for £7 and 10 shillings.

Despite their first victim dying on his own, their next was not as lucky. In 1828 when another tenant became sick, they decided to not wait around for him to pass. Instead they  coaxed him with alcohol and once he was within grasp- the two restrained and suffocated him. This would become their method as it left no marks or sign of the murder. Unfortunately, it’s likely a total of 16 people perished by their hands, all lodgers staying under Hare. When the two bright this body in, Dr. Knox paid them £10.

It’s believed that the medical students, who had no knowledge of the disgusting acts of the duo- recognized a few of the bodies that showed up in their class. One of which was a well known local man by the name of James. Of course, Dr. Knox swiftly denied the identity of the man and quickly prepared the body for direction. At this point, gossip swirled of the two, but nothing was done quite yer.

Their much needed downfall wasn’t until October 31, 1828, when they killed Margaret Docherty. The two would hide her body under a pile of hay until they could take it to the doctor, but their secret would be seen by other lodgers and reported to the police, where her body would be found lying on the dissection room table.

In the aftermath Hare would be granted immunity if he turned on Burke and confessed to everything. This saved him from execution, But Burke was hung on January 28,1829. Dr. Knox was never charged with any crimes, though his public reputation was tarnished.

Sources: The Story of Burke and Hare- infamous grave-robbers and murderers in 19th century Edinburgh, William Burke and William Hare, The Story of Burke and Hare, Take a grisly tour of Edinburgh in the footsteps of its two famous body snatchers

[thxnews]

UK Sanctions Firm to Protect Bosnian Peace

UK's Bold Stand Against Destabilizing Acts

The United Kingdom has taken decisive action against Bosnian marketing agency Mania, marking a significant moment in the UK's commitment to maintaining stability in the Western Balkans. This development follows Mania's involvement in organizing illegal celebrations for Republika Srpska Day, a move in direct violation of Bosnia and Herzegovina's constitution and court rulings.   The UK's Firm Response Protecting Constitutional Order Responding swiftly, the UK has imposed stringent sanctions on Mania, including an asset freeze and a ban on conducting business with UK companies. These measures reflect the UK's dedication to upholding peace and stability in the region, demonstrating a clear stance against activities that threaten the constitutional order.   The Impact of Mania's Actions A Tarnished Reputation and Divisive Consequences Mania's participation in the Republika Srpska Day celebrations, a day ruled unconstitutional and discriminatory, has now marred its reputation. UK Minister for Europe Leo Docherty emphasized that such actions only fuel division within Bosnia and Herzegovina. The sanctions serve as a stark warning to those who seek to destabilize the country, whether they be politicians or businesses.   Background of the Controversy Republika Srpska Day and Its Historical Context The controversy centers around the celebration of 'Republika Srpska Day', a date marking the unilateral declaration of independence by Bosnian Serb leaders in 1992, which preceded the war in Bosnia and Herzegovina. The event has been exploited by figures such as Republika Srpska President Milorad Dodik to promote secessionist rhetoric, deny the Srebrenica genocide, and glorify convicted war criminals.   Republika Srpska in Bosnia and Herzegovina A Delicate Balance Post-Dayton Agreement Republika Srpska, as one of the two entities of Bosnia and Herzegovina, was established by the Dayton Peace Agreement, which concluded the Bosnian war in November 1995. The UK's recent actions underline the ongoing challenges in maintaining the delicate balance achieved by the Dayton Agreement and the importance of international vigilance in preserving peace in the region.   Sources: THX News, Foreign, Commonwealth and Development Office & Leo Docherty MP. Read the full article

[houseofhurricane]

Against Nostalgia | Chapter Eleven

Summary: Fifteen years after the end of the second war against Voldemort, Hermione Granger is invited to Hogwarts for a one-year appointment as the professor for History of Magic, forcing her to take a break from a successful career at the Ministry of Magic. Draco Malfoy, meanwhile, is Hogwarts’ Defence Against the Dark Arts professor. He’s a former Auror, despite the fact that he still bears the Dark Mark. Though there’s mutual distrust between them, sparks quickly fly between Hermione and Draco…sometimes literally. And although the war is long over, it doesn’t take an interest in History of Magic to see that history is intent on repeating. Between them, Hermione and Draco have the power to shatter the world they know. Or, maybe, the could make it into something new. (Imagine if they fell in love at the same time.)

Pairing: Dramione

Word Count: 6,764

Chapter Summary: Things take a very smutty turn.

Thank you to @iftheshoef1tz​ + @poisonivy206​ + Carter + Farrah + Gillian for beta reading this. You all are wonderful and I appreciate your insights so much. All mistakes, as always, are my own.

Thank you all for the love and support on this fic! I hope you enjoy this chapter 🧡

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Draco reaches his hand around her waist and Hermione is tumbling into his apartments, her satchel thumping against his hip as she rights herself. The contents are still sodden with blood.

“Are you always carrying this many books?” he asks, his thumb on the leather strap. As if the past hours never happened.

Instead of answering, she covers his mouth with her own again, making a silent agreement with his proposal. She doesn’t want their ordinary lives to intrude, doesn’t want time to think about this coupling and why it’s wrong. Why she wants it so badly anyway.

Doesn’t want, most of all, to think of Ruby Docherty’s dead body in McGonagall’s office, all the history it evokes and the actions it requires. Right now, Hermione wants to imagine that the rest of the world has fallen away.

His tongue is tracing the curves of her lips as he takes her by the waist and leads her towards his bookshelves, the books stacked neatly, so unlike hers. The room smells of cedar and leather and soap, and on sheer instinct, Hermione breathes it in deep.

There will be one night before he disappears into the Forest.

He pulls her satchel off her shoulder and sets it on the floor, then smooths her curls away from her face. His eyes are intent on her face, the only place where emotion cannot be tamped down. Already, she knows what that must cost him.

“You have one last chance to go back to your room,” he says. “Only say the word.”

“I’m staying,” she says, and his mouth covers hers, his fingers twisting in her hair, tugging just hard enough that she lets out a moan.

“Eager, then.” He bites her lower lip and then replaces his teeth with his tongue. Already Hermione can hardly think. “When was the last time you were kissed, Granger?”

“It doesn’t matter,” she insists, running her fingers over the soft fine wool of his robes, following the lines of the collared shirt beneath. All perfectly pressed, still, despite the running and the interrogation. She undoes a single button, then adds, “And I’d prefer if you called me by my name. Just for tonight.”

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