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https://news.sky.com/story/row-over-new-greggs-vegan-sausage-rolls-heats-up-11597679 (https://archive.ph/5Ba6o)

A heated row has broken out over a move by Britain's largest bakery chain to launch a vegan sausage roll.

The pastry, which is filled with a meat substitute and encased in 96 pastry layers, is available in 950 Greggs stores across the country.

It was promised after 20,000 people signed a petition calling for the snack to be launched to accommodate plant-based diet eaters.


But the vegan sausage roll's launch has been greeted by a mixed reaction: Some consumers welcomed it, while others voiced their objections.

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Cook and food poverty campaigner Jack Monroe declared she was "frantically googling to see what time my nearest opens tomorrow morning because I will be outside".

While TV writer Brydie Lee-Kennedy called herself "very pro the Greggs vegan sausage roll because anything that wrenches veganism back from the 'clean eating' wellness folk is a good thing".

One Twitter user wrote that finding vegan sausage rolls missing from a store in Corby had "ruined my morning".

Another said: "My son is allergic to dairy products which means I can't really go to Greggs when he's with me. Now I can. Thank you vegans."

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TV presenter Piers Morgan led the charge of those outraged by the new roll.

"Nobody was waiting for a vegan bloody sausage, you PC-ravaged clowns," he wrote on Twitter.

Mr Morgan later complained at receiving "howling abuse from vegans", adding: "I get it, you're all hangry. I would be too if I only ate plants and gruel."

Another Twitter user said: "I really struggle to believe that 20,000 vegans are that desperate to eat in a Greggs."

"You don't paint a mustach (sic) on the Mona Lisa and you don't mess with the perfect sausage roll," one quipped.

Journalist Nooruddean Choudry suggested Greggs introduce a halal steak bake to "crank the fume levels right up to 11".

The bakery chain told concerned customers that "change is good" and that there would "always be a classic sausage roll".

It comes on the same day McDonald's launched its first vegetarian "Happy Meal", designed for children.

The new dish comes with a "veggie wrap", instead of the usual chicken or beef option.

It should be noted that Piers Morgan and Greggs share the same PR firm, so I'm thinking this is some serious faux outrage and South Park KKK gambiting here.
 
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Double posting but DGAT:

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IF this happens, there will be the biggest booze-up on Friday night.

Know it won't get rid of Labour as the Government, but it will now be easier to get them gone over the next few months.
I had one where Starmer suddenly decided to step down and do a Budd Dwyer on telly. The dream was damn realistic so I woke up and checked the news. Disappointed to see that hasn't happened. (:_(
If this does happen I'm asking my schizophrenic dream demon the fucking lottery numbers, the cunt already guessed that covid was gonna happen and when it'd happen 2 years before it did happen.
 
This is pretty much on par with the Perfumer scandal; he is beyond fucked. The Labour Ministers are signalling the same thing that forced Boris to resign. I cannot rationally see how he survives this at all.

Even Mahmood broke ranks and said that leaving Europe was not the issue; it is the incentives. She is correct on this, and she did blame the ECHR too.

Funnily enough, if they put in Streeting and repealed pretty much everything they would probably pose a challenge to Reform.
 
Do you think they will physically have to drag him out of number 10? My money is on him trying to run back into the building mid speech.
 
I’m probably one of the youngest farmers on this board, and that’s how it was when I was a teenager
Given the mention of the transition of Nokia bricks to smartphones I'd imagine this would've occurred around the late 2000s to early/mid 2010s? I'm definitely younger then if true. I went to an all boys catholic school and didn't really talk to many people mostly cause I was and still am in a way a retarded dipshit (more dipshit than the average person methinks) so I don't really know too well regarding both how girls would have been treated + how boys would've been behaving in that enviroment.

The only thing I could remember regarding porn at school was some kid showing me anal on his iPhone or something of the like and another kid going on about how sex makes your dick bigger (was sitting right next to him during PE when he was going on about this). This must've been during covid I think, didn't think too much of it though cause the kids were those dickhead types you'd expect to be off their head on smack in their 30s.

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The Guardian are running this as tomorrow's headline. He's fucking done.
Honestly I'm surprised it's happening so early. I was expecting at least until the summer for Starmer to go quack.
 
Fake and/or gay, though Guido’s suggesting McSweeney might be going instead.
If it's gay then I'm already covered in rainbows.

Agree with McSweeney though, he'll be the sacrificial lamb but Starmer is finished anyway - if even the Guardian is saying 'he's toast' then it's inevitable.
 

He's fucked if Guido and Guardian are reporting it both, he's finished.

HELLO TO OUR FIRST NEGRO PRIME MINISTER

I was going to make an image but Grok is being a cunt. So imagine a large topless nigger with a crown gorging on cake.

Lady Sponge (a nickname for his wife in Westminster) must be getting the shit smacked out of her. Good, she knowingly wed a nonce lover but Jews seem to love pedos, so par the course.

Now imagine this image;
Lady Starmer is crying with Keith in the distance balling his fists. She is hugging her two faceless children with jumpers reading "we love pedos."
 
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Lammy is on record saying he genuinely believes tranny men can grow cervixes and he believes removing jury trials are mandated by his booga booga spear chucking interpretation of Christianity.

He'll also by default get the nigger vote behind him. Starmer needs to go but the idea of that coon in charge should worry you if you're white.
 

The Crewkerne Gazette nails it!

Apologies to any Barry Manilow fans...

This has been doing the rounds of the socials (credit to David Watson, British Writer and Political Commentator based in the UK and Thailand):

Keir Starmer stood by the desk, jacket unbuttoned, hands resting where papers should have been. Nothing on the surface needed reading anymore. What mattered had already circulated without ink.

Sir Humphrey Appleby occupied his customary position near the window, angled slightly away from the room, as though events were more tolerable when viewed indirectly.

Bernard Woolley sat opposite the desk, a slim folder balanced carefully on his knees, unopened out of courtesy rather than ignorance.

“Well,” Sir Humphrey said eventually, his tone professionally mild, “that was… revealing.”

Starmer did not respond.

“PMQs can be unforgiving,” Sir Humphrey continued, turning at last. “Particularly when expectations change.”

Starmer exhaled. “They saw it.”

Bernard looked up. “Saw what, Prime Minister?”

“The hesitation,” Starmer said. “The pause before answering. The lack of… momentum.”

Sir Humphrey inclined his head. “Yes. Authority is a delicate thing. Once people begin to look for its absence, they are rarely disappointed.”

Starmer sat, then stood again, as if uncertain which position still applied. “I didn’t attack. Badenoch went straight for me and I didn’t respond.”

“Quite understandable,” Sir Humphrey replied. “One does not counter-attack while checking whether the ground is still there.”

Bernard shifted uncomfortably. “The back benches noticed, Prime Minister.”

Starmer gave a short, humourless laugh. “Of course they did.”

Sir Humphrey moved to the desk and placed a single sheet of paper in front of him. It was blank.

“This,” he said, tapping it lightly, “is leadership. Entirely dependent on what others are willing to project onto it. Yesterday, a number of people stopped projecting.”

Starmer stared at the paper. “They’re lining up already.”

“Indeed,” Sir Humphrey said. “Ms Rayner has been positioning herself with admirable patience. Mr Streeting’s interest is longstanding. Mr Lammy has adopted a most reassuring manner of late — always a sign.”

“A caretaker,” Starmer muttered.

Bernard hesitated. “There is also… anticipation.”

Starmer looked sharply at him. “Anticipation of what?”

“Of transition,” Bernard said. “Of continuity.”

Sir Humphrey smiled. “The state dislikes uncertainty, Prime Minister. When leadership becomes provisional, the system begins preparing replacements as a matter of hygiene.”

Starmer leaned back, eyes on the ceiling. “I haven’t resigned.”

“No,” Sir Humphrey agreed. “But resignation is merely the formal acknowledgment of a consensus reached elsewhere.”

Silence returned, thick and administrative.

“What happens now?” Starmer asked.

Sir Humphrey considered this carefully. “If nothing further emerges, you may be allowed to continue — weakened, but functional. If something does emerge, we move quickly to reassurance. Statements will be prepared. The word ‘stability’ will be used repeatedly.”

“And me?”

Sir Humphrey’s expression softened almost imperceptibly. “You will be thanked for your service.”

Starmer stood, straightened his jacket, and walked to the door. He paused, hand on the handle.

“Was it yesterday?” he asked. “Was that when it ended?”

Sir Humphrey did not answer immediately.

“Prime Minister,” he said at last, “political careers rarely end at the moment people think. They end at the moment people stop pretending otherwise.”

The door closed.

Bernard exhaled. “So… what do we do?”

Sir Humphrey returned to the desk. The folder marked Continuity was already there. He straightened his cuffs, opened it without haste, and smiled faintly — not with satisfaction, but with recognition.

“Yes,” he said calmly,

“Prime Minister.”


Also Gorton & Denton related:

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Plus there's shenanigans up at Fife Flyers Ice Hockey because somebody wouldn't do the gay laces:

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A little diversion away from the insanity of politics for a moment.
Is anyone else getting bombarded with wuthering heights propaganda? It’s everywhere. Now don’t get me wrong, it’s a fantastic book, all the characters are hideous, tale of obsession and madness, I’m all for it, and I’m a sucker for a good costume drama but the marketing for this is just bizarre. Anachronistic costumes and the (clearly done for the publicity) insinuations of an affair between the two main characters.
I guess this is life now. The algo identifies you as female and serves you the appropriate slop.
 
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