Minoan Brotherhood - London

14/06/2026

So there's this popular sarcastic meme. I thought I'd put a DW spin on it. What do you think?

~Lynda with a Y

13/06/2026

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01/06/2026

As Pride season kicks off, we honour Eddie and remember the homophobia he experienced in the mainstream priesthoods of the time, even when certain other pages prefer to brush that under the carpet for the sake of social media content 🙃

01/04/2026

🇺🇸 “Phil Conner (1969 - April 1, 1995) pictured here just three days before his death, was one of my best friends. I met him when I moved to North Georgia and did carpentry work in my home. We just clicked.

Phil was funny, fun to be with, an animal lover and a gentleman. He was built like a rock. Not from working out but from being a hard working man. Born in the mountains of north Georgia and had never left.

We could go out dancing in Atlanta and I never had to worry about any other men bothering me! We were two human beings dedicated to our deep friendship. We were young, carefree, and life was good.

In June 1994, after not feeling well for months, Phil finally made an appointment with his physician who asked if he could do a HIV test. The test showed “full-blown” AIDS. On the advice of his doctors, he quit working.

Phil’s family shunned him. So he moved in with me. We went to every doctor’s appointment together, studied the information on every new medication. I slept on the floor in his hospital room when his immune system kicked his ass. We also went traveling. Phil had never seen the ocean and off we went on a 10 day vacation.

On Thursday, March 30, 1995, we went to see his physician for a checkup. Phil was losing weight and becoming ill. Dementia was beginning to rear its ugly head. He was given 3 months to live. On the way home, we stopped at the funeral home where he wanted his service to be. Phil picked out his own casket and planned his own service.

Friday, March 31, was a day of cartoons (his favourites) and visits from good friends. We all stayed up late. At midnight, Phil retreated to his bedroom. I popped my head in to say, “Good night”, and he looked at the clock and realized it was after midnight. It was April 1, my birthday. Phil wished me, “Happy Birthday” and told me how much he loved me.

How Phil remembered my birthday, I will never know. Dementia kept him from remembering what day it was by this time. The next morning when I took breakfast in to him, I realized Phil had passed away.

I think of Phil and miss him. My good, true friend so much every day.” 📖 by Misha

28/03/2026

🏗 An exciting weekend ahead! As the clocks change this weekend, volunteers at Stonehenge get to use the big crane to move the largest stones forward an hour.

23/01/2026

Behave! A carved stone set into the remains of the Roman bridge at Chesters Roman Bridge carries a clearly defined ph***ic symbol, cut into one of the lowest courses of masonry on the north wing of the bridge abutment.

The carving sits close to what was once the river channel, now a ditch that is frequently flooded and often choked with leaves, making the stone easy to miss.

Its position is deliberate. In the Roman world, ph***ic symbols were widely used as protective devices, believed to bring good fortune and to ward off evil influences.

They appear on buildings, bridges, roads, and boundary points, particularly in places associated with movement and transition.