Internal research is almost always unreliable.

Every home should have a murial like that 😘

Headline says it's internal research that they've stopped.
Internal research is irrelevant.
It needs robust external research without the vested interests.

Like the drunk who staggered out of 'Spoons one day to tell me:
'Good on you, you're doing well mate, keep it up'.
I was doing a lot better than him, working, owning my own home, a loving family and not an alcoholic.

Public policy doesn't need any 'Christian ethics' because different Christians have different ethics.
It's just Christians trying to assert a moral highground (again).
Theology is just poorly founded opinion and should have no place in politics or public policy.

Yes, as a school governor I had to question why the trust they were joining needed 25% of trustees to be appointed by the CofE when only 3/17 of the schools were church schools.
No proper answer of course.

No.

My father in law (just turned 80) ribs me because he still has a full head of hair.

I just remind him that hair loss is a side effect of testosterone.

Everyone rightly ignores it, apart from the faith schools of course.

I'm desperate to know whether Kier Starmer actually has a bear now.

Tbh I'd also ban them, but for overuse of the autotuner.

Tbh it's one of many albums of the year, but you can always rely on Marc Riley to give Cardiacs their due.
It's a phenomenal album with an even more phenomenal back story.
Should be everyone's album of the year.

Can't believe what they get up to.
One of them let herself into my mum's house this morning, emptied her commode, washed and dressed her and then made her breakfast.
Not only that, she did a quick write up before letting herself out and locking up after her.
-She smiles as well!
Happens every day.

Never really got The Enid. They sold out the Hammy Odeon for 2 nights every year though.
I did spend a weekend in his farmhouse and studio in Cambridgeshire when I was much younger.
RJG seemed to be a happy guy and he certainly looks happy there.

It's off Muller Road in Bristol, by Ashley Down Station.

Gobsmacking yet not at all surprising.