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It’s Feel-Goodish Friday!

Three things happening in the world that we can feel goodish about this week:

  1. Kellyanne Conway’s alternative facts. Senior advisor to Trump, Conway this week defended the muslim ban by referring to two Iraqis who “came here to this country, were radicalised and were the masterminds behind the Bowling Green Massacre.” The teeny problem being there was no Bowling Green Massacre. She made it up. The two fellas she mentions did live in Bowling Green, Kentucky and were imprisoned for terrorism offences, but there was no massacre and they weren’t accused of planning one. Oh, Kellyanne! It’s so annoying that no citizens from any of Trump’s seven banned countries have ever killed any Americans! If only some foreign baddies could sneak over and actually do some good murdering, then your facts would actually be…er…facts. This makes it to the list coz it made me laugh out loud. In despair, but still…
  2. Johnny Depp is broke. He is suing his ex-managers for allowing him to spend Ā£24k on wine and Ā£159k on private planes EVERY MONTH. How the hell was he supposed to know this was OTT arsehole behaviour? Poor Johnny, I can’t bear to think of him having to fly first class instead, or maybe even selling one of his 14 homes. Funny how money doesn’t make a fella less punchy…
  3. Tweet the POTUS. This Sunday is Visit My Mosque day in the UK, when mosques all over the country open their doors for people from any faith, or no faith. May we all rock up to a mosque, meet some lovely folk, take a selfie with those lovely folk and then flood Trump’s twitter feed with pics of us being all smiley with the caption: I Went Inside A Mosque And All I Got Was A Deeper Understanding Of My Fellow Citizens And This Lovely Pic You Utter Wanker…

The award for Outstanding Public Feel-Goodishness this week goes to Danny Sculthorpe. The former Rugby League prop spoke at that suicide shin-dig I went to this week. His story is incredible. His work with the sports charity State of Mind is brill. Book him to come to your school. A burly, Northern rugby player talking about feelings is a powerful thing. Good on that man.

The award for Outstanding Personal Feel-Goodishness this week goes to a three year-old boy in my music class this morning who approached me in the middle of instrument time to tell me: “I have a bottom inside my underpants.” There are fewer things more smashing than the urgent need a three-year old has for sharing such vital information…

See you Monday guys xx