Saturday, June 13, 2015

What I’m really thinking: the man in a wheelchair

I’m a wheelchair user. I’m not wheelchair-bound, or confined to my wheelchair. My disability has not made me courageous or admirable, or deserving of a pat on the head just because you can reach it. I hate having my head patted.
I have total feeling in all limbs, so when you said, “You probably didn’t feel that”, rather than apologising for kicking me, you were wrong. I don’t have strong shoulders from pushing a wheelchair: my shoulders are prematurely weakening for that very reason.
Waiting at bus stops, I’m a captive audience for those who incorrectly assume my experience with the healthcare system created an interest in your last doctor’s appointment, or your cousin’s bowel movements, or what happened to the lady who lives down your street.
If given the opportunity, I’m really good at putting people at their ease. My integration into this able-bodied world depends on it. I can’t get by without the assistance of others, but it works best for everyone if I can guide when and how it is offered. If you’re not sure whether to offer to help, just ask, and don’t be offended if the answer’s no.
If I make you feel uncomfortable, realise that you would cope living as I do. It beats the alternative. Please do not pass on your discomfort to children by punishing them for staring, or wanting to touch and explore my wheelchair.
I’m sorry if I don’t remember your name or the occasion we met – there are more ambulant adults in my life than wheelchair users in yours. And the answers to the questions are: I wipe my own arse; and yes I can, and do, as often as opportunity allows.

My son is drifting through life



My son is 27 and I am worried about him. He is highly intelligent but since dropping out of university he has not had any settled periods of employment and appears to be drifting with no real sense of what to do with his life.
My main worries are to do with his mental health. He lives with his partner who works part-time, but they live an increasingly precarious existence and I have bailed them out financially on numerous occasions.
He has started to reveal that he was bullied at school. He started smoking cannabis at a young age, saying it gave him a sense of belonging and was an escape from the bullying. I feel tormented that he didn’t share this with me at the time, but understand why; his older brother has autism and takes up a lot of attention. I was very aware of this and made sure that he was able to spend lots of time with his friends. He was popular, had a wide circle of friends and was identified as a high achiever. His childhood was happy and settled up to the age of nine when his dad and I split up. His father has remarried and I am on good terms with him; both boys see him regularly.
My elder son lives semi-independently with support and we all spend lots of quality time together.
I have tried to offer lifelines to my other son, helping him to apply for jobs, encouraging him to get help for his health problems; but he is skilled at going under the radar if he feels under pressure. He is a gifted, self-taught musician and gets by on teaching a few lessons and playing locally.
Rather than just give him money, I have recently taken a different tack by asking him to help me with chores and this gives me an opportunity to talk to him and try to encourage him to re-connect with life rather than bump along the bottom.
I have encouraged him to go back to his GP and ask to be referred for talking therapy. Even small steps to get his life back on track seem to be too difficult and I am at my wits’ end about how to help him.

I gave birth to an 11lb baby, so a bit more support would have been nice


It became something of a litany. Wherever I went the same words followed me as reliably as my shadow. "Is it twins? … You must be dying to just get it over with … Are you sure you're not diabetic?"
Like more than 1,000 women in 2013, I was expecting a very large baby: over 11lb. For several weeks, my midwife kept producing a measuring tape and gently tutted at the result. I had been a big baby, as had my partner. Worried, I measured the size of our heads and attempted to avoid relatives' gleeful tales of other gargantuan family births.
In the end, the birth itself was as far from my happy, natural, medication-free birth plan as possible. There was no additional consideration or advice given because of his size – it was as if this would mean no extra complications. Despite constant reassurances that big babies do not automatically mean caesareans, I could sense I might be pushed into it. At 12 days late, I was booked in for an induction. He may have been a big baby, but he was certainly comfortable where he was. Typically, on induction day, contractions started. They still wanted to go ahead with the induction, so it was goodbye waterbirth. By the next morning I was having strong, painful contractions, and no amount of wobbling around on a yoga ball helped. Neither did the gas and air – mostly because nobody had told me how to use it correctly, so I wasn't actually getting a hit of that gloriously numbing gas into my bloodstream.
Finally, the morning shift arrived, and a midwife proclaimed I was 4cm dilated – time to transfer to the birthing suite. Huffing away to myself I was wheeled off, hoping that today would be the day. I'd been having painful constant contractions for almost 48 hours and I was very ready to give birth.
The next several hours are hard to remember clearly. I was a very stubborn mother-to-be, and was still denying pain relief, even when the pain and pressure from each contraction made me scream in a rather undignified manner. Several hours passed, I'm reliably informed, though for me it all rolls into one long contraction. At some point my waters were broken for me; and after that, the yoga ball got a good soaking. Dignity quickly became a thing of the past; and various consultants came and left while I was rolling back and forth, not wearing a lot of clothing, incoherent from the pain.

Nicolas Sarkozy missed the arrival of his daughter Giulia. So does the father have to be at the birth?


Could any work meeting be more important than attending the birth of your baby? Nicolas Sarkozy missed his child's birth last week, then spent only half an hour with his wife Carla Bruni and their daughter Giulia in a clinic in Paris before returning to Frankfurt to meet Angela Merkel. What's a president to do?
Opinion in France is divided on Sarkozy missing the main event. In France men are just as likely to attend the birth of their child as they are in the UK. Which is to say, it is extremely rare for them not to. But cultural attitudes on privacy are different. Some sections of the French media ignored the event. Le Monde simply carried an article analysing the foreign press's obsession with the first lady's pregnancy. Elsewhere, though, it was seen as surprising that Sarkozy had missed his daughter's birth to attend eurozone crisis talks in Germany. Was this a sign of commitment too far?
Yes, says Tina Cassidy, the US writer of Birth: A History (Chatto & Windus): "A father is now expected to witness the birth of his child, even if he is the president of France. A father's presence is firmly cemented in our culture. The only time you ever hear of a father missing a birth is among professional athletes who are travelling and cannot get there in time."
To choose work – however high-level – over family is seen as controversial. Last November, former footballer John Barnes was in a TV studio commentating on a Chelsea-Liverpool match as his wife gave birth to their seventh child. He was ridiculed online – but also hailed as a "real man". In 2008, Chelsea goalkeeper Petr Cech played in a semi-final rather than flying to Prague to be by his labouring wife's side. And Gordon Ramsay has famously missed the births of all four of his children because he feared his sex life "would be damaged by images like something out of a sci-fi movie".
These are (alpha?) men with extraordinary jobs, perhaps. Regular expectant dads do not miss their babies' births. Last year a survey of 5,300 mothers by Oxford University found that 89% of women said their partners had attended the birth; 61% reported that the man went to ante–natal checks. NHS figures reported by the Fatherhood Institute suggest that 98% of fathers are present at the birth.

My wife had a stroke after giving birth


The day after the birth of their second daughter, Adam Moy did what many new fathers do. He went home from the hospital to get the house ready for his wife and baby coming home and to have a sleep. He had just dozed off on the sofa when he got a phone call from the hospital.
“They said, ‘Your wife’s had a stroke,’” recalls Adam. “In that one moment, my whole world dropped away.”
Adam rushed back to St George’s hospital in Tooting, south London, near their family home in Clapham. His wife, Mia Sarjeant, was already in the operating theatre having brain surgery. He was taken aside by one of the doctors for the first of many talks. “Basically, the one where you are told that there is a high chance your wife is going to die,” says Adam.
Struggling to take it all in, it dawned on him that he had been left literally holding the baby. Leaving Mia in the neurological intensive care unit he set off on the long walk back across the hospital to the delivery ward to collect his day-old daughter. “I felt sick,” he says. “I tried to gather my thoughts and myself. I was on autopilot.”
Keen to stay close to Mia, Adam decided to stay in the maternity unit and for the next four nights stayed with baby Esther on the ward.
“Esther and I were in a room together. I would take her out of her cot and cuddle her, try and get some skin to skin as best I could,” he says. “I shared the feeding with the midwives who helped out when they weren’t too busy delivering babies.”
Each morning, Adam would get Esther up, change and feed her, put her into a cot and wheel her over to intensive care. At first the doctors wouldn’t admit the baby, in case of infection, but Adam pressed until they relented. “When I finally got in, I put the baby on top of Mia,” he says. “She was all wired up, unable to communicate, but there’s always a mother-baby connection. I felt that was hugely important.”
Each evening, Adam would sit down and write detailed notes about what had happened during the day, trying to make sense of the medical detail. “It was partly to keep my sanity,” he says. “Also, being a lawyer – we love to write everything down.”
No one knows what caused Mia’s stroke. The pregnancy had been straightforward and she had Esther at home in a birthing pool. Shortly afterwards, Mia started to lose blood and failed to deliver the placenta. She was rushed into hospital.
Mia had worked as an antenatal teacher for the National Childbirth Trust. “I think our decision to have a home birth was informed by Mia having worked in that world,” says Adam. “There was no adverse risk around us doing it. Everyone was comfortable with it.”
Adam was also aware how strongly Mia had wanted to breastfeed. He enlisted the help of a specialist midwife he had met on the delivery ward and together they organised a plan to enable that to happen, even though Mia, by now in an induced coma, was oblivious.
“I think they probably thought I was a bit crazy,” says Adam, “but I believed it was the right thing to do. It didn’t interfere with everything else that was going on. Her body was still there – it was just the brain that was injured.”
But Mia’s condition continued to deteriorate and four days after Esther’s birth, she had another operation. Adam feared his wife would die but she was still alive the next morning. The next day, the doctors told Adam to go home. “They said, ‘You have to keep the train on the tracks.’ I think they thought I might have a breakdown.”
That weekend, friends and family gathered at his house. “Everyone was sick with worry. Mia was on a knife-edge. Everything was in the balance at that point. That was the worst weekend of my life.”
Adam also realised the time had come to explain what was going on to their older daughter, Alice, who was nine. “How do you tell a child her mother may be about to die? I thought it was very important to be truthful so I sat her down and I said, ‘Look, I’m not going to lie to you, but Mummy might not make it.’
“She handled it brilliantly. She said instinctively, ‘Does she still have feelings?’ And I said ‘Yes, of course, she’s still got feelings.’
“And that was the most important thing for her because they’ve always had a very close relationship.”
While Adam was staying on the delivery ward, a group of mothers whose children were friends of Alice drew up a timetable of care that took her from school, to ballet, to Brownies and wherever else she needed to be. It was one of many acts of kindness Adam experienced throughout the whole ordeal. Food parcels were left on his doorstep and when they realised that Mia’s milk supply wasn’t adequate, he was overwhelmed with offers of donor milk. “One particular woman who had excess milk, her very kind husband would come in from Surrey. We’d meet at the station at 7am on Monday morning and he’d hand over the milk.”
Like many stroke victims, Mia’s recovery has been slow. She eventually moved to a rehabilitation wing.
“In the later stages, she was able to take short journeys out of the hospital to the supermarket to buy food and cook it,” says Adam. “Alice and I would have a great laugh about going in and eating Mum’s spaghetti bolognese. She is a good cook but all of this had to be relearned. There were many other demands on her brain, and cooking was the least of those.”
Nearly four months after Esther’s birth, Mia was allowed home. She walked with a stick, her balance was all over the place and she felt nauseous much of the time. At first she wasn’t allowed to be left alone with the baby, so Adam had to get someone in to help. He drew up timetables and spreadsheets about who should be doing what, when. He also gave up his job.
“It soon became apparent that trying to deal with this and go back to work full time wasn’t going to work. I had to prioritise my family.”
Looking after Esther turned out to be therapeutic for Mia. “The baby was key to her rehab in just terms of everything you have to do with the baby – lifting her up, bending down, talking to her,” says Adam.
Esther is now one and while Mia has no memory of that time, her recovery has been miraculous.
The couple have set up an organisation called the New Parents Stroke Group in an attempt to provide support for other families in a similar crisis. They would like to provide the sort of help that Adam desperately needed as he wandered the hospital corridors with his new baby, trying to come to terms with what was happening to his wife.
“The whole hospital experience, apart from my extreme worry, was very difficult because there was no support network in place,” he says. “I think some sort of counsellor was crucial, or someone to hold your hand along the way. We kind of fell between the cracks. But there is light at the end of the tunnel. It’s been traumatic, but thankfully I still have my wife and two gorgeous daughters.”

I had two children 15 years apart


It’s 5am. One of my kids is waking up, the other’s just rolling in. Lyra wants to watch CBeebies and to run noisy laps of the living room in her wellies. Callum, on the other hand, wants unequivocal silence until mid-afternoon. And so the balancing act begins. I had my children at very different points in my life. The first time I was 27. The second, 42.
Like many women, I had the worst birth ever. After what felt like 300 hours of labour, my son, Callum, came into the world. By the time he arrived, I had gone right off the idea of motherhood. All I saw was a tiny replica of his father, from toenails to earlobes. His daddy cried, his nana cried, the midwife cried. And I thought, wow, I don’t love you exactly, but I will fight to the death to ensure you’re safe for the whole of infinity. Just as soon as they have stitched my perineum and I’ve slept for a month.
I didn’t tell anyone for years that I didn’t feel love for my baby immediately. Being shell-shocked by motherhood was not very PC. I did OK – first-time mothers always do much better than they realise at the time and the love I grew for him was fierce. Though were I to sum up my overriding feeling from the moment of his birth, it has been fear: that he might not ever be properly happy. I mean, happy inside. That possibility consumed me a bit.
Callum was six when we told him we were getting a divorce. He couldn’t articulate how he felt, so used every sinew in his face to show us what we’d done to him. There followed 10 years of me trying to make it up to him, wanting him to be happy inside. All the while I was learning to be a single-mum – what a shitty label. Those of us lumbered with it can vouch that the connotations sit heavy. If I had to wear that tabard, I’d wear it kookily, I decided. Being a private eye would give me an edge.
So I gave up teaching, did an online course in private investigation and set up a PI company. In retrospect it was a ridiculous thing to do. I found I could plan work around Callum and – now and then – the money was excellent.
Callum got bigger. I watched Oprah. She said the biggest gifts you can give a child are structure and love – I believed her to the letter. Of course I was emotionally there for Cal – too much. Too full of life tips, too worried for his mental equilibrium, too aware of the day we ripped his life apart. Then puberty hit – for both of us, it felt. When we clashed, it was loudly. And though I’ll never tell him, he always won, able to destroy me with a look.
Then came Lyra.
Her birth lasted about 400 hours. This baby looked a bit like me, but mostly like Callum – his nostrils, pout, facial expressions and air. I loved her very quickly because of that. The moment he met his sister remains the most poignant of my life. He summed it up for us both. Sitting beside me on the hospital bed, holding her so gently and comfortably that I was taken aback.
“I don’t even know her,” he told me. “But I love her.”

Friday, June 12, 2015

Intimacy with my boyfriend feels like having sex with my brother


I have been with my boyfriend for five years, but am not sexually attracted to him. Even thinking about sex with him repulses me. The last time we were intimate, a thought went through my mind that it felt like I was having sex with my brother, and I was really disturbed. I have episodes of mild-to-moderate depression, but I don’t know if my relationship is the primary cause of my stress, or vice versa.
Stress and depression are known to have a detrimental effect on sexual interest, but they are unlikely to cause actual repulsion. Your strong feelings of distaste are more likely to be caused by love than hatred.
Although “closeness” is generally considered a positive relationship attribute, some partners are just too close. If a couple gets to the stage where they do everything together, where each tends to know what the other is thinking, then their sexual connection can suffer. When a partner feels too much like a member of one’s family, the incest taboo is engaged in one’s psyche, which can create a strong aversion to sex.
This problem can often be corrected by achieving a greater level of individuation within your relationship. Paradoxically, spending time engaged in separate activities, and interacting with others without one’s mate can help. The best sex is usually enjoyed by partners who are individuals within a strong and bonded relationship.
 Pamela Stephenson Connolly is a psychotherapist who specialises in treating sexual disorders.

‘Magnificent lamb chops wind up rammed into gurning faces like meaty muzzles’



Last week, our restaurant was owned by a comedian. I recently noticed a curious subset of restaurateurs: former Glaswegian pop stars in north London (Altered Images’ Stephen Lironi and his Bar Esteban; and Stephen Irvine of Lloyd Cole and the Commotions with Irvin Bar Grill). The owners ofVolta in Manchester are Luke Cowdrey and Justin Crawford, also known as the Unabombers, the DJ duo behind the much missed Electric Chair club, where munching didn’t feature largely, unless it was your own tongue. Seems the way to prolong the fun times these days is to open your own restaurant.
But only if you do it well. These guys have. Volta is a smash in branché West Didsbury. (I take a yoof who thought cool Manc began and ended at the Northern Quarter. He’s suitably impressed.) You enter via the outdoor terrace, blending almost seamlessly into Folk bar next door and creating a kind of benign, permanent street party. I love that, despite its lineage, the clientele is not just tattooed and ironically bespectacled – though there are those, too – but stout beer fans, date-night couples hysterically escaped from the kids, and eavesdrop-worthy, blind-dating gay pairs.
Inspiration for the small plates menu comes, apparently, from the Unabombers’ global DJing trips. So harissa jostles on the menu with halloumi and puy lentils and Old Amsterdam cheese. The first salvo is a board of Iberian cured meats: silkylomo embuchado (dry-cured, fatless pork loin), good, full-flavoured Serrano ham, and salami with the sweet nuttiness of acorn-fed pork. Dotted around are tiny, scarlet, tear-shaped Sweety Drop pickled peppers, balsamic cipollini onions, and – proof that someone has a sense of humour – what appears to be a guindilla pepper rogering an olive. It comes with fine sourdough and springy, oily focaccia from the excellent Troves in Levenshulme.
Then, lots of little dishes: purple sprouting broccoli, almost crunchy from its frying with chilli and shallot, a throbbing bass of a plateful. Lamb shawarma, the meat “pulled” into a chewy tangle and served with harissa so fierce it’d put hairs on the back of your throat – its yoghurt useless in the face of such full-on, fruity fire. Monkfish, ceviched with lime and chilli, the acidity calmed by coconut milk and the pearly freshness of the fish. Hanger steak, black and pink, showing off all the fibrous minerality of this cut, with homemade chips, both regular and sweet potato. Magnificent, juicy lamb chops, smoky from the grill and aromatic with brooding Lebanese spices – these wind up rammed into gurning faces like meaty muzzles.
There’s a daily specials board. Ours – seared Cornish black bream, its skin crisp, on a pastry base layered with sea aster and spinach, lapped by sauce choron (a tomatoey half-brother to béarnaise) – is genuinely special. A steamed orange and pecan pudding in a pool of toffee is the last dance in the arms of the one you really wanted.
Volta covers all the bases. There’s plenty for vegetarians, even if gnocchi with “orange squash”, sage and pecorino could have been in a different league had the little dumplings been homemade. They’ve a brunch rammed with good things: kedgeree, “Borough” style fried cheese sandwich, dippy duck eggs. There are rare-breed roasts on Sunday; inventive cocktails; coffee and cake. The wine list is a doozy, too: written so you can’t resist ordering Luis Canas Rioja Blanca, “the only Rioja producer to be selected for El Bulli”.
None of this is eye-popping, nor does it try to be. It’s the kind of place Manchester does beautifully, not a tortured, tweezered temple of haute cuisine with all the atmosphere of an embalmers’ webinar. I wish Manchester – and Glasgow, Liverpool et al – would ditch Michelin chips on shoulders and just get on with this sort of brilliance. I do not mean only the discerning in That London can cope with old fayn dayning – rather that it is over-blessed by those willing to be snowed by specious badges of “quality”.
I like Volta. A lot. Love its insouciantly chic, vintage bistrot decor; love Amy, our pink-haired waitress. So much so that I even forgive them for calling themselves an “eaterie”. Brrr. The Unabombers are still mixing it. The party never needs to end.






































Here she is: Mossy, all brown-haired and glossy. Photographed by Collier Schorr and styled by Katy England, Moss went brunette for one of four covers of AnOther magazine, out on Thursday, looking much as she did in 1994. Beyond the barnet, we're enjoying the prim, Hitchcock heroine chiffon blouse over decidedly racy knickers and Giuseppe Zanotti heels –another strong look this week for Britain's hardest working supermodel

Crew overreacted to Kate Moss incident, say passengers

















Passengers who witnessed an incident in which Kate Moss was escorted off a flight from Turkey to London at the weekend have come to the defence of the model, claiming that the crew overreacted.
Moss, 41, was met by police at Luton airport on Sunday after easyJet staff claimed she was disruptive on the flight from Bodrum, where she had been attending celebrations for her friend Sadie Frost’s forthcoming 50th birthday. Moss was not arrested and no charges were pressed.
However, one passenger told the Guardian that she did not see any trouble on the flight, apart from “grumpy” cabin crew. Moss’s party were not sitting together but scattered around the plane, the passenger said, adding that Moss’s behaviour had not seemed extreme.
“I think easyJet must have seen a lot worse. You would have thought to have the police called for a passenger’s disruptive behaviour, you would see someone running up and down, or shouting, or endangering the plane, but there was none of that at all.” The passenger added that she was surprised to see policemen waiting on the steps of the plane after it landed, saying: “It was very unnecessary to call the police, it does cost money which could be spent catching criminals.”
Another passenger said staff refused to serve Moss alcohol but the model poured herself vodka from her own bottle. Moss allegedly later became unruly, prompting the pilot to radio for police to meet the flight.
As she was escorted from the plane, Moss was reportedly heard lambasting the pilot. “She called the pilot a basic bitch as police led her off the plane,” a passenger told MailOnline. “But she was not aggressive to anyone and was funny really. The crew were acting out of proportion.”
Moss’s party were sitting in different parts of the plane, the passenger said. “We only realised Kate Moss was on the flight when we were about 30 minutes out of London,” she added. “There was some turbulence and the seatbelt signs went on, and then she got up to go to the bathroom.”
The passenger said Moss had a short conversation with a member of the cabin crew, and was persuaded to return to her seat while the signs were on.
Moss arrived at baggage reclaim looking nonchalant, the passenger said. “She turned up and said ‘they tried to arrest me’ to her friends, and then shrugged. She didn’t look bothered at all.”
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Easyjet would only confirm that police met flight EZY2232 from Bodrum to London Luton “due to the behaviour of a passenger on board”.
Bedfordshire police said no arrests were made. “We were called to assist staff in escorting a passenger from a flight arriving into Luton airport. The passenger had been reported as being disruptive on the flight. Officers attended and escorted the passenger from the plane,” a spokesman said.
Moss, who made an estimated £4.6m last year, was travelling on the budget airline with her holiday companions Frost, Frances Ruffelle, designer Jemima French and model Rose Ferguson. The Primrose Hill set had spent the week by the Aegean Sea at a luxury Turkish spa, LifeCo, where a seven-day detox programme costs £1,640.
Moss has previously lost modelling contracts after allegations that she was a habitual cocaine user. She issued a public apology in 2005, and has since rebuilt her modelling career with designers such as Burberry. She married the musician Jamie Hince in 2011.
A spokesperson for Moss was not available for comment.

Lewis Hamilton on fame, helmet hair and finding his fashion mojo


















The F1 driver is the latest official ambassador for London Collections: Men. He talks about finding confidence through style and the anti-ageing properties of the right baseball cap.

There are certain attributes the ambassadors for London Collections: Men must possess. First, they need a fanbase. Second, they need style. Third and fourth are above average cheekbones and an extensive sock wardrobe (the front row photograph – with a line of brightly coloured socks just showing under tailored trousers – is of utmost importance). This season’s newest ambassador, Lewis Hamilton – a vision in Puma sportswear and Graff diamond earrings – certainly fits the bill. He joins David Gandy, Dermot O’Leary, Nick Grimshaw, Tinie Tempah and Hu Bing on the roster promoting the four-day event, which starts today. Here he talks about finding confidence through fashion.
When did your interest in fashion begin?Growing up, we never had any money and what money we did have went to racing so, for a long time, we lived with very little. In my teens, we got sponsorship from Hugo Boss, No and Fear, so for the first time ever we could afford to buy nice clothes. The first time I got a custom-made suit was when I made it to F1 – I went to Burberry. There’s nothing like putting on a clean, pressed suit, a crisp shirt and a nice watch to make it pop.
How would you define London style?I grew up in Stevenage so, ever since I was a kid, we’d come down into London. Travelling through different areas you realise that in each pocket people have their own distinctive style and it’s this mix that probably defines it. I definitely think that in London people aren’t scared to express themselves.
You’ve been looking particularly dapper recently – what was the thinking behind your new look?My lifestyle has changed a lot over the last decade and I guess my style has in part been influenced by those changes. You might describe it as streamlined style – I know what I like and I feel more confident about wearing it. I’ve spent a lot of my professional life trying to fit in and prove that I can do my job. This feeling of uncertainty has slowly faded as I’ve been able to prove myself. Reaching this point is really a great feeling – it’s as if the fortress can come down and I can just enjoy being myself. It’s this feeling that has probably influenced my style.
You look great in a baseball cap. Do you go for a straight or curved peak?It’s my understanding that baseball caps were originally all flat – it’s just that they hadn’t yet been broken in. Maybe it’s residual from my 20s, but I still prefer it flat – admittedly that has a more youthful look to it.
Who is your style icon?I don’t know if I have a style icon, but my friend [Balmain creative director] Olivier Rousteing is a pretty sharp dresser, yet he always looks comfortable, too.
Why was it important for you to work with LCM?I’ve had the fortune to travel all over the world, but there’s really no city as good at supporting and promoting its emerging talent as London. I’ve always had an interest in fashion and am friends with a lot of people who work in the industry, so I have known about London Collections: Men for some time. It’s exciting to see the way [menswear] has exploded. It’s going to be amazing to be able to have access to the inner workings of the industry.
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Thursday, June 11, 2015

Miley Cyrus Naked



New snaps from Miley Cyrus’s Paper magazine photoshoot have been revealed, and quite frankly, they make the cover image look positively demure.
Proving that anything Kim Kardashian can do, she can do better, Miley has posed for the mag’s Summer 2015 issue, stripping off and sporting nothing more than some body paint for the shoot.
In the accompanying interview, Miley discusses her new venture, the Happy Hippie Foundation.
The ‘Bangerz’ star’s newly-launched venture aims to raise awareness of youth homelessness, and Miley speaks candidly about her own desire to help.
"I can't drive by in my fucking Porsche and not fucking do something," she tells the mag. "I see it all day: people in their Bentleys and their Rolls and their Ubers, driving past these vets who have fought for our country, or these young women who have been raped."
"I was doing a show two nights ago, and I was wearing butterfly nipple pasties and butterfly wings. I'm standing there with my tits out, dressed like a butterfly. How the fuck is that fair? How am I so lucky?"
Miley isn't the only A-lister aiming to do some good, and the Summer issue of Paper features a whole host of musicians - including Miley's godmother Dolly Parton - who've raised awareness and funds for good causes.
Read Miley’s full interview in the new issue of Paper magazine, which is out now.

Caroline Flack Pictures: The 'X Factor' And 'Love Island' Presenter's 100 Sexiest Photos




Caroline Flack has come a long way from her days on ‘The Xtra Factor’.
Her turn on ‘Strictly Come Dancing’ last year won her the glitterball trophy and cemented her as one of the nation’s favourite telly personalities
Owing to that, she’s landed herself two rather fancy new TV jobs - not only will she be hosting a revived series of 00s reality show ‘Love Island’ this summer, she’s also set to replace Dermot O’Leary as the main presenter of ‘The X Factor’ alongside Olly Murs.
Not bad, eh?
So ahead of her TV invasion later this year, why not take a scroll through the star’s 100 sexiest snaps.

Sir Ian McKellen And Sir Patrick Stewart Share A Kiss On The Red Carpet



The British actors, who both star in the ‘X Men’ movie franchise, locked lips for a quick smooch on the red carpet outside the Odeon cinema in Kensington.
Sir Ian, who plays a version of Sherlock Holmes showing early signs of dementia in the film, admitted it has been "extraordinary" to play the part.
"I never had any ambition to play Sherlock Holmes,” he told the Evening Standard.
"I thought I was too old, then this part of a 93-year-old Sherlock came along so it's been extraordinary.
Ian and Patrick’s kiss comes just days after the ‘Star Trek’ actor joined the “gay cake” row, by revealing he supports the Christian bakers who refused to ice a message promoting same sex marriage.
Belfast-based firm Ashers Baking Company was found guilty of discrimination last month after it refused to make the cake which celebrated gay marriage because it conflicted with the owner’s religious beliefs.
Patrick, who is a renowned supporter of LGBT rights, described the case as a ‘deliciously difficult subject’.
“Finally I found myself on the side of the bakers,” he said.
“It was not because it was a gay couple that they objected, it was not because they were celebrating some sort of marriage or an agreement between them.
“It was the actual words on the cake they objected to. Because they found the words offensive.
“I would support their rights to say no, this is personally offensive to my beliefs, I will not do it.”

6 Emotions We All Feel When We're Hungry



Kate Moss made headlines this week for reportedly getting worked up over food - or lack of it - on a flight back from Turkey.
The supermodel was flying with Easyjet and, according to The Sun, was pretty pissed off when she found out they didn't have any sandwiches onboard.
As air hostess began to tuck into her own pasta pot, Moss was reportedly tipped over the edge. According to one passenger, Moss shouted: "It’s f***ing all right for them to eat pasta when we’re hungry."
But, *newsflash*, in times of extreme hunger we've all been there. It really can bring out the worst in us.
So, without further ado, here are the emotions we all experience when hunger strikes - whether on an Easyjet flight or simply sat at your desk...
You become distracted
You realise you haven't eaten in five hours and all you can think about is your next meal.
.Paranoid
Your stomach rumbles... "I hope nobody notices."
...Quiet
You can't think about anything other than food, glorious food. Let alone hold a conversation.
...Snappy
"Why are people asking me stupid questions? Can they not see I want to go and have lunch!?"
...Indecisive
You need to decide on a restaurant. But your brain needs fuel. It's a vicious circle.
...Frustrated
"Let's just go with the closest option." "McDonalds?" "Yeh, whatever."

Revealed Hannah And Jonathan Knew Each Other Before The Show




A source told The Sun: “Hannah and Jonathan have known each other for quite some time and have a lot of links to each other in Essex and Marbella.”
A representative for the ITV2 reality series has even stepped in to clarify the nature of the pair’s relationship, admitting that although they had met before the show, neither of them knew the other would be taking part.
The spokesperson said: “The opening episode of ‘Love Island’ featured a scene in which Jonathan acknowledged in the Beach Hut that he had met Hannah before the show.
“Both of them live and socialise in Essex and Hannah was a Sugar Hut Honey.
“As far as we are aware, neither knew of the other’s involvement in Love Island until they met in the villa.”
Thanks to his close relationship with Hannah, who he was coupled with on the first day of the show, Jonathan can count himself a safe bet to not be eliminated, when two boys are booted out of the show tonight (11 June).
Another pair of newbies are also set to join the cast, with glamour model Daisy Muller and operations manager Naomi Ball making their shock arrivals on Thursday night.

Wednesday, June 10, 2015

20 Cool and Weird Fun Facts that you should know!




  1. You breathe on average about 5 million times a year.
  2. Months that begin on a Sunday always have a Friday the 13th in them.
  3. You are born with 300 bones, by the time you are an adult you will have 206.
  4. The average lead pencil will write a line about 35 miles long or write approximately 50,000 English words.
  5. One fourth of the bones in your body are in your feet.
  6. The average person spends 2 weeks of their lifetime waiting for the light to change from red to green.
  7. It takes more calories to eat a piece of celery than the celery has in it.
  8. The present population is expected to rise to 15 Billion by the year 2080.
  9. The largest recorded snowflake was 15 inches wide and 8 inches thick.
  10. The tip of a bullwhip moves so fast that the sound it makes is actually a tiny sonic boom.
  11. Native Americans used to name their children after the first thing they saw as they left their tepees after their children were born, hence the names Sitting Bull and Running Water.
  12. The Matami Tribe of West Africa play their own version of football, instead of a normal football they use a human skull.
  13. Coca-Cola would be green if the food colorant wasn't added.
  14. During the 17th Century, the Sultan of Turkey ordered his hole harem of women to be drowned and replaced with a new one.
  15. Coffins used for cremation are usually made with plastic handles.
  16. "Almost" is the longest word in the English language with all the letters in alphabetical order.
  17. Human thigh bones are stronger than concrete.
  18. Cockroaches can live several weeks with their heads cut off.
  19. It is impossible to sneeze with your eyes open. We dare you, give it a try!
  20. A Ten Gallon Hat will only hold 3/4 of a Gallon.

5 strange sex facts we bet you didn’t know


1. MALE SPERM CAN LIVE UP TO 5 DAYS 

Male sperm is surprisingly resilient. Sperm inside a woman’s vagina can live in her cervical mucus or upper genital tract for 3-5 days. Provided the sperm remains alive, it may even be able to fertilise the egg, too. Sperm ejaculated outside the body is less tough – it can survive up to a few hours.

2. SOMETIMES SEX IS A MATTER OF LIFE AND DEATH

If a female ferret doesn’t mate while she’s in heat, she can die! If she’s unable to find a sex partner and stays in heat too long, her body will start to secrete high levels of estrogen, which causes aplastic anemia – a deadly disease for ferrets.

3. A MAN PRODUCES A MIND-BOGGLING AMOUNT OF SPERM

There’s plenty of male sperm to go around. And we mean plenty: One single guy produces enough sperm in two weeks to impregnate every fertile woman on the planet. (Wonder if Ryan Gosling knows this?)

4. SEX CAN INCREASE YOUR PAIN THRESHOLD

Apparently the Divinyls were right – there is a fine line between pleasure and pain – at least during sex, that is. According to a study published in the Journal of Sex Research, when you’re aroused your pain threshold can increase significantly. It’s even better if you reach the big O – orgasms have been known to block pain by releasing a hormone which elevates your pain threshold. 

5. SEMEN CAN BE USED AS UM, INVISIBLE INK

During World War I, members of the British Secret Intelligence Service (MI6) discovered you could use semen as invisible ink. Apparently, it didn’t react withiodine vapour (the main method used to detect invisible ink) and, as a bonus, it was also readily available. They stopped using it once they realised that it began to smell if it wasn’t, uh, fresh. Disturbing, but true!