ONE only the very young and the very old will be employable as anything other than strippers. Right now thousands of prospective MPs, Senators, doctors, priests, police, editors, judges and Royals are posting saucy photos of themselves on the internet. We mention this in light of news that Olivia Sprauer, 26, has been sacked from her Florida teaching job for modelling under the name Victoria Valentine James. THe principal at Martin County High School got possession of one image and summoned Sprauer for a dressing down. Who sent the head the image, we don’t know? But in case the school governors or concerned mums and dads want to check out Miss’s CV, Sprauer notes: “I don’t make pornography. I don’t open my legs on camera.” Standards. It’s all about standards…
ONCE upon a time, we are always told, the FA Cup Final was one of only two games shown live on television each year. (The other being the England v Scotland fixture in the late and unlamented Home International tournament.)
And in the days before video recorders, there were few opportunities to relive those magical moments.
You could look at your rosette, with its odd-looking cup.
You could read your official match programme, with its pages of Double Diamond ads (and in the case of the 1946 final, the news that, along with their “stockings”, Charlton Athletic wore white knickers, and Derby black).
You could watch a goal again and again by flicking the pages of a flip-book.
You could buy Super-8 films – if you had a projector, and weren’t too bothered about burning the living room curtains as the celluloid caught light.
Or more timid souls might have opted for a souvenir LP of the match commentary.
For most, however, the gift that kept giving was the Cup Final Song, usually sung by the lads themselves and carefully mixed to hide the vocal shortcomings therein. Some made the pop charts; others disappeared into oblivion. Here’s ten of the best.
The Anfield Rap came from left-field before the 1988 FA Cup final against Wimbledon and the only fond memory of that occasion for Reds fans.
9. Stoke City
The Potters’ ponderous We’ll Be With You was the soundtrack for their far-from-ponderous League Cup victory in 1972.
Good Old Arsenal is a strange hybrid. The tune is ‘Rule Britannia’ and the lyrics (such as they are) were penned by Jimmy Hill – a man with no connection to the club.
Plenty of club songs in their locker, including this effort from the sixties.
But their representative here is Here We Go – an interesting take on the theme song from the miners’ strike. In another interesting twist, it was recorded after their 1984 FA Cup win.
6. Leeds United
A-side Leeds United made the charts, but like a Beatles single, it was the B-side (Leeds! Leeds! Leeds! commonly known as Marching On Together) that endured.
The Pensioners’ anthem Blue Is The Colour was recorded not for the famous 1970 FA Cup Final, but for the 1972 League Cup Final, which they lost to Stoke. This video shows the recording session, including a very drunk Alan Hudson, who probably hadn’t recovered in time for the final.
4. West Ham United
A valiant, if somewhat dated, reggae version of the Hammers standard, performed by Bonzo, Sir Trev and pals for the 1975 FA Cup Final against Fulham.
3 Crystal Palace
The Dave Clark Five’s Glad All Over became the Palace anthem during the 1960s, so it was the obvious choice for the team to record for the Wembley debut in the 1990 FA Cup Final.
2 Tottenham Hotspur
Spurs had plenty of cup form in the studio. The Cockerel Chorus hit the carts in the early 1970s with Nice One Cyril, and a decade later came Ossie’s Dream, recorded by Chas & Dave with the ‘Tottingham’ squad. The duo would go on to pen two more cup final tunes: Hot Shot Tottenham in 1987 and, best of the lot, Tottenham, Tottenham in 1982. Here it is on Top of the Pops.
Not an obvious choice, perhaps, but a classic nonetheless. Recorded decades before the club’s first FA Cup Final in 2004, Let ’Em Come was the theme tune for the road to Wembley. A rousing tune with pleasingly menacing undertones.
DISNEY’S Planes features the tune It’s More Human Than Human, by White Zombie. Planes is children’s film about Dusty, “a cropdusting plane who dreams of competing in a famous aerial race. The problem? He is hopelessly afraid of heights.” Maybe drugs can help the heavy metal lift off?
The compilation album will be a must-buy to listen to on long family car rides. The lyrics to the White Zombie track tun:
Yeah, I am the astro creep
A demolition style
Hell american freak, yeah
I am the crawling dead
A phantom in a box
Shadow in your head say
Acid, suicide freedom of the blast
Read the fucker lies, yeah
Scratch off the broken skin
Tear into my heart make
Me do it again yeah
RYAN Gosling won’t eat his cereal:
CHARLES Ramsey is a hero. He did the right thing when he heard Amanda Berry hollering and broke down the door to save her, a young child, Michele Knight and Gina DeJesus.
Connor Simpson told his readers:
No one is saying that Charles Ramsey isn’t worthy of the “hero” mantle.
Two days on and they are. Katherine Bindley writes in the HuffPost:
Charles Ramsey, the Cleveland man who has been hailed as a hero for his role in helping to free three women from the house where police say they were held, has a criminal record that includes a history of domestic violence.
So what? He’s not on trial. The women’s kidnappers and rapists soon will be. Ramsey was just the right man in the right place at the right time. The media made him a star and the internet made him a meme. He’s just being himself.
As praise for Ramsey’s actions continue to surface from media outlets, it remains to be seen how his past will affect the public’s perceptions of his character.
Nice, eh. Mr Ramsey rescues three women from sexual slavery and gets his character questioned by a hack. He’s not standing for public office. He’s not pontificating on the lives of others. He’s a man who did the right thing.
The media has praised Ramsey in recent days in part because he said he thought kidnapping victim Amanda Berry, whom he heard screaming from a neighbour’s house, was a victim of domestic violence when he went to help her.
The media praised him. Does he give a toss what the media thinks of him? Did he give toss what the media would think of him when he kicked in that front door? He did the right thing and then, when questioned by the TV news, spoke candidly. But Bindley sits in judgement in the court of popular opinion. She continues:
However, that fact — coupled with Ramsey’s remarks about how he had been raised to help women in distress — now seems to stand in contrast to his past behavior.
What a hideous, cowardly hatchet job.
The Washington Post’s Jonathan Capehart updated a flattering article about Ramsey to reflect the new information, but he said it did nothing to change his mind about the man’s status as a hero.
Having questioned Mr Ramsey’s character, Bindley now defers to another writer who made an opinion. Bindley is inviting her readers to debate Ramsey. Revolting.
And then the aforesaid Simpson gets wind of Ramsey’s rap sheet.
Charles Ramsey is still a hero for the good he did. He undeniably helped save three women from a horrific situation that’s straight out of the worst, most exploitive horror movie you can imagine.
But that doesn’t change the reality that he has a history of violence himself.
Send the man down!
WE go live! to a car park in Phoenix , Arizona. Asleigh Banfield is live! for CNN’s CNN Newsroom. Also there live! is Nancy Grace, of CNN Headline News.
They are both in the same parking lot. They are talking to each other over a satellite link. They are around 30 feet apart.
If you look closely you can see live! TV news jumping the shark.
HOLLY Jacobs is the face of revenge porn. She was just another body in a mucky video until she set about turning the tables on her nemesis. She stepped up and filed a criminal case against a revenge porn distributor. She doesn’t know who that it, but she thinks it’s an ex.
This is her story:
ON a drizzly evening in Tampa in 2006, 23-year-old Holly Jacobs was enjoying a typical date night with Ryan Seay, her boyfriend of a few short months. As the time to head home approached, he walked her to her car and reluctantly kissed her goodbye. She clung dreamily to the sweater Mr. Seay had given her earlier in the evening, when she’d said she was cold. As her car pulled out of Mr. Seay’s driveway, she noticed it: a little heart that he had traced in the raindrops collected on her rear windshield.
MATT Groening based many of his The Simpson’s characters on members of his family. His dad’ called Homer. His sisters are Maggie and Lisa. His mother was Margaret Ruth Groening (née Wiggum) . She died in April.
You feel like you knew her, don’t you?
CHARLES Ramsey was the right man in the right place. When Amanda Berry knocked on the window of 2207 Seymour Avenue, Cleveland, Ohio, Charles Ramsey was listening. He kicked in the door and rescued Berry and her six-year-old daughter. And he called the police. Inside Ariel Castro’s home they found Gina DeJesus and Michelle Knight. All three of the women had been kidnapped around a decade earlier. The child had been born in captivity.
Ramsey was the right man for the job, not only because he had the wherewithal to spring into action, but because he had the wit to call the police and talk to the TV news.
IN 2002, Michele Knight vanished. She was 21. In 2003, Amanda Berry was working at a branch of Burger King in Cleveland, Ohio. She was 16. Tomorrow would be her 17th birthday. She disappeared. In April 2004, Georgina “Gina” DeJesus vanished on her way home from school. She was just 14.
What happened to them was a mystery.
On November 17, 2004, Amanda’s mother, Louwana Miller, appealed for help on the Montel Williams show. Psychic Sylvia Browne told Miller that Amanda was dead. She saw her “in water“. Miller will see her daughter “on the other side, in Heaven”. Said Browne:
“She’s not alive, honey. Your daughter’s not the kind who wouldn’t call.”
The transcript (not in full):
Montel Williams: My next guest needs to know what happened to her missing daughter. Now, this has been crazy, Sylvia…
Williams: On April 21st, 2003, 16-year-old Amanda Berry left her part-time job never to be seen again.
Louwana Miller: It was the day before her 17th birthday. She had just got off of work, and she was walking home. Then she said, `I got a ride. I’ll call you right back.’
Williams: Amanda never made it home that night. She was last seen getting into a vehicle with three men. Local law enforcement and FBI were immediately called in. The FBI, who had tapped the family’s home phone, discovered that the stranger had called from Amanda’s cell.
Miller: I got a phone call four or five days later, and they said, `Amanda’s with me. She’s fine, and I’ll have her home in a few days.’ And then a few days never came. It’s been a year and a half since I’ve heard anything from my daughter. I need to speak with Sylvia to see if she can help me find out where my daughter is.
Williams: To this day, Amanda Berry has never been found.
Sylvia Browne: Did she know of anybody by the name of…(censored).
Miller: I don’t–I don’t know. That don’t sound familiar.
Browne: Now, what I don’t understand is her jacket was in a dumpster. Because she’s wearing a jacket.
Williams: Was she wearing a jacket?
Miller: She had on a black, hooded jacket, yes.
Williams: Would that give a clue to who–I mean, obviously…
Browne: Oh, yeah.
Williams: …the last witness who saw her said three people?
Browne: Because with the–the “CSI” and everything else we have on now, the forensics–and I’m not trying to knock the police department, because I know they’re overloaded, and I work with a lot of them.
Williams: But did she not say, `I have a ride home,’ as if it was one person?
Miller: Right, she said, `I have a ride.’
Browne: There was only one person.
Miller: Can you tell me if they’ll ever find her? Is she out there?
Browne: She’s–see, I hate this when they’re in water. I just hate this. She’s not alive, honey. And I’ll tell you why, here we go again. Your daughter was not the type that would not have called you.
Browne: Well, there’s got to be somebody that you could track or the police could track.
Miller: He was a young kid? Or…
Browne: He was maybe 21, something like that, 21, 22.
Miller: Does he have…
Browne: Always wore his pants very low, you know?
Miller: So you don’t think I’ll ever get to see her again?
Browne: Yeah, in heaven, on the other side.
Williams: Let me take a little break. We’ll be right back after this.
Miller told the press:
“Please don’t misunderstand me. I still don’t want to believe it. I want to have hope but, after a year and a half, what else is there? It seems like the God-honest truth. My daughter would always call home.”
In 2006, Louwana Miller died. She was just 46.
Here’s Sylvia Browne:
And then Amanda Berry was found.
Charles Ramsey heard shouting from house in Cleveland:
“[I] heard screaming. I’m eating my McDonalds, I come outside, I see this girl going nuts trying to get out of her house, so I go on the porch and she says: ‘Help me get out, I’ve been here a long time’.” So I figured it was a domestic violence dispute.”
He kicked down the door. The woman told him she was Amanda Berry.
“When she told me it didn’t register. Until I got to call 911. I thought: ‘I’m calling 911 for Amanda Berry? I thought this girl was dead.’ And then she gets on the phone and she says: ‘Yes this is me’…. That girl Amanda told the police: ‘I ain’t just the only one. There’s some more girls up in that house. So they go up there 30 or 40 deep, and when they came out it was just astonishing.”
HAPPY Star Wars Day! In honour of May the Fourth, we’ve got a Star Wars tattoo, sent out Star Wars cards, created some homemade outfits, mashed-up Withnail & I, remembered Bob Anderson, checked out the working of George Lucas’s robots, mashed-up Disney, flicked through the great Japanese movie posters, rolled a joint with Darth, rocked out to the Droids, gone looking for work with an Ewok, dressed in a saucy R2D2 outfit, got a glow-in-the-dark Yoda tattoo, triggered a race war, bought the 1977 empty box and watched the Stars Wars crew flog us all manner of crap:
Chewbacca goes nutzoid for chicken of the sea
HOW do the newspapers report on Stuart Hall, the TV and radion presenter who sexually abused 13 children – the youngest was nine?
What the BBC new?
Linda McDougall, a producer at BBC Manchester in the late Sixties and Seventies, says Hall put his hands “all over you and all over anyone female who came in”. She claims Hall had his own room at the BBC where he entertained “lady friends”. She says “everyone knew” about his “amazing set up”. Women were “not coming in for cups of tea”.
Alan Collins, a solicitor who is representing Jimmy Savile child abuse victims, said:
“The BBC has questions to answer, I would be concerned that this turning a blind eye is part of a pattern. These people are given a veneer of respectability that gives them the ability to get away with things.”
Someone sent a letter to the paper’s Yasmin Alibhai-Brown. It claims to be from one of Stuart Hall’s victims.
I write to tell you that Stuart Hall is another television presenter who you can investigate. I speak from personal experience; he groomed and then sexually exploited me when I was a young teenager in the 1970s.
As he did it to me so I would imagine that he did it to others.
Stuart was a presenter on Look North, a local BBC news programme. He was invited by the head of my school to come and present the prizes one year, and presented to me, among others. He exchanged a few words with me on the stage, at a microphone. I took my prize and left the hall. A while later a message came from the head teacher; would I go back to the hall, as Stuart had asked to see me. He had told the head that he was impressed by me and wondered if I would have permission to visit the local BBC studios; he thought that a girl like me could have a future in television journalism. My head teacher was naïve enough to agree, after consulting with my mother. I, of course, was thrilled and flattered.
And that is how it starts. What drew him to me? Later he told me it was my voice and manner. (I was a shy, intelligent, studious, pretty girl, destined for university and a professional career.) I was young for my years and easy meat for a man like him. To have a man of my father’s age take a benevolent interest in me seemed wonderful.
Why haven’t I written about this before? For several reasons – the first of which is shame. A girl who is groomed and then sexually exploited does not consider herself raped. Stuart made me complicit in my own abuse. He seemed kind and interested in me, while sexually exploiting a girl more than 25 years younger than he. It’s a story as old as the hills; girls go back and then feel themselves to be as guilty as the man.
As old as the hills, indeed. So. Who’s abusing children now?
Why didn’t I report it years ago? I was afraid for my reputation, my family and career. Stuart was well known and popular, particularly in that sport bloke-ish milieu which is not thoughtful about sexual predation. He appeared protected by being well known and well connected. I saw what the gutter press was like, and didn’t want strangers going through my bins cross-questioning and photographing my family and friends, demonising me, traumatising my family…
Stuart told me laughingly that there were a number of middle-aged women locally who gave him filthy looks when they saw him as they knew the things he did, but they weren’t prepared (as my mother and I later weren’t) to go public with their knowledge.
That’s Stuart Hall OBE.
The Simple Facts
The simple facts in blunter terms
He’s the “Beeb’s Hall”. The Daily Star is owned by Channel 5 boss Richard Desmond. Is it all the BBC’s problem?
Later in his career, Hall also worked for ITV.
The Police & Press Fredom
The Times moves the story to fit its agenda:
Lancashire Constabulary said yesterday that publicity surrounding the initial arrest of the 83-year-old broadcaster led to the majority of his sexual assault victims coming forward. It prompted renewed criticism of plans by the Association of Chief Police Officers (Acpo) to ban forces from revealing the names of people who have been arrested…Lawyers told The Times that the naming of arrested suspects was essential not only for open justice, but because it could result in victims or witnesses coming forward.
Fresh concerns over policing secrecy were voiced after a force refused to name a retired officer who was charged with stealing £113,000 from its former headquarters. Warwickshire Police was forced to climb down after the Crown Prosecution Service revealed that the subject of the allegations was Paul Greaves, 54. The force had cited the Leveson inquiry as a reason for its lack of transparency.
Lawyers for Hall had also cited the Leveson report. After his arrest last December, a statement from his solicitor said: “Stuart Hall is innocent of these charges. It is a matter of concern that in the week following publication of the Leveson report there appears to have been systematic, measured leaks to the media which have given a misleading impression of what this case is about.”
But a spokeswoman for Lancashire Constabulary acknowledged that the publicity led to other victims of Hall coming forward and providing crucial corroboration.
Susan Harrison: “Susan Harrison said she was 16 when the It’s a Knockout presenter lured her to BBC premises on the false pretext of helping her record a song. He attacked her in his car while driving her home.”
Kim Wright “was 17 when Hall fondled her breasts at a show in Blackpool”.
Susan Melville met Stuart Hall after he was hired for her school prizegiving.
The TV personality who was trusted by her family lured her to BBC premises on a pretext and molested her while driving her home after plying her with alcohol. Susan, Hall’s first known victim, said she was riddled with guilt for not making an immediate complaint about the TV star as he went on to abuse numerous other young girls after her. She said that when she returned home in tears her father told her: ‘He is famous and we are nobody. Nobody is going to believe you.’..
Back in the car she felt ‘incredibly nervous’ but Hall tried to relax her by making light conversation about his daughter, Francesca, who was seven at the time.
‘All of a sudden he brought his left hand over my right leg and then moved his hand up my skirt and started touching me,’ said Mrs Harrison. ‘I was so shocked and terrified. I couldn’t do anything as I had frozen – it went on for a couple of minutes. ‘But then I quickly moved to the left of the car away from him, squashing my legs together and just sort of curling away from him. I developed a nervous cough and he kept saying, “Wouldn’t you like me to stop the car and rub your chest with something because it’s quite bad, that cough, isn’t it?” But realising the sort of things he was doing now I said “No” and just kept away from him. I was panicking that he wasn’t going to take me home.
But They’re All Old
Why are all the accused so old? Why do they all work in showbiz? Sure, Operation Yewtree is an investigation into historial sex abuse. The accused are bound to be a certain age. But why are there no lawyers, peers, politicians, sportsmen and others in the dock? Why is it just showbiz? Is it all for show, the police doing a spot of PR?
(Apologies for the poor image quality.)
WILLARD Wigan MBE creates small works of art.
Willard’s micro-sculptures are now so minute that they are only visible through a microscope. Each piece commonly sits within the eye of a needle, or on a pin head.
He’s just created his smallest work to date: a golden motorbike inside a spot of his stubble.
“I made the Mad Hatter’s Tea Party in the eye of a needle”
“This time I’ve taken it a million steps further. I wanted to challenge myself to see how small I could really go.”
“I put my finger beneath the microscope. And I had a look. And I saw the finest hairs – stubble – in between my finger print.”
“So. I took the hair out. I used very fine tools and some gold. And I drilled a hole in the middle of the hair and hollowed out the hair, which is painstaking… Well, it drove me insane… I made the hole transparent. And inside it I made a golden motorbike. “
It’s called The Golden Journey.
HOW did Reginald D Hunter react to the overblown race row about his appearance at the PFA awards? He mocked it. He called his Facebook gallery “The PFA Awards – the horrible aftermath”. Pictures of the race riot to follow:
Reginald D Hunter showing off his son at the PFA after show party.
THE Professional Footballers’ Association (|PFA) booked American-born Royal Academy of Dramatic Art alumnus Reginald D Hunter to entertain footballers at their AGM. His performance was peppered with the word nigger. He called Liverpool’s Luise Suarez a nigger. Although is most newspaper that is written as “n******”. That’s to avoid being offensive. The Telegraph says he made “potentially offensive jokes about Jews and women.” Isn’t everything potentially offensive? The dread buzzword is “inappropriate“. Was Hunter being inappropriate?
DAVID Cameron called UKIP “fruitcakes, loonies and closet racists”. In another age, he might have called them prospective voters. As the local elections loom, sections of the press are focusing on UKIP. The coerage is not always fair. They are looking beyond UKIP leader Nigel Farage, the head-shaking politician whose incredulity at life is evidenced in his way of speaking in lists, a man who could describe cup of coffee as “It’s brown, it’s foreign, it’s bad for you and it has no place on British life.”
Let’s see what the press has come up with so far:
UKIP candidate Alex Wood
AT 1:23 a.m. on April 26, 1986, an engineer flicked the power switch on the control panel in the Chernobyl plant 4th reactor’s control room and triggered the world’s nuclear accident. The above picture show the missing power switch which was stolen by souvenir-hunters.
The old control room, with its damaged machinery, inside Reactor No. 4 in the Chernobyl nuclear power plant is seen in this Nov. 10, 2000 file photo. Geiger counter registered about 80,000 microroentgens an hour _ 16,000 times the safe limit.
Satellite view of the Chernobyl nuclear power plant in USSR, as made by U.S. Geographic Survey EROS satellite, April 29, 1986, a day after a violent nuclear explosion at the plant.
Experts said that a radioactive cloud from the Soviet nuclear accident at the Chernobyl reactor in the Ukraine would probably pass over the polar ice cap, move across Canada and into the northwestern United States shown April 29, 1986. However, the experts say the amounts of fall-out would be so small they would not present a health hazard.
An aerial view of the Chernobyl nucler power plant.
An unidentified student one of a party of students who returned to London from Kiev passes through the arrival lounge at London?s Heathrow Airport, Thursday, May 2, 1986 carrying some possessions in plastic bags. The students from Kiev near the site of the Chernobyl nuclear power plant accident were screened by the National Radiological Protection Board and were reported to be in no danger whatsoever.
On April 21, 1990, young children on a collective farm are patients on a ward in Syekovo, a village not far from the Chernobyl nuclear plant. Four years after the April 26, 1986 Chernobyl accident, these children were suffering intestinal problems from exposure to radiation. A Soviet newspaper has said scientists still expect thousands of deaths from radiation released in the Chernobyl explosion and fire
The 20-mile exclusion zone around the plant is now overgrown and Pripyat, where the plant workers used to live, is a ghost town.
Children’s toys and gas masks, covered by the radioactive dust are seen on bed frameworks in an abandoned kindergarten in the ghost town of Pripyat on March 10, 2006, in Ukraine. Pripyat was built nearly a mile from the plant to house the Chernobyl nuclear power plant’s workers.
Immediately after the two explosions in Chernobyl, while firefighters were still trying to come to grips with the enormity of the meltdown, the people of Pripyat went about their normal business. Then they started suffering powerful headaches and vomiting. When they were eventually resettled they left behind their kitchenware, their children’s toys, food in cupboards.Now, with its abandoned funfair and nursery school untouched for more than two decades, the town resembles a modern-day Pompeii.
Ivan Kalenda turns away to wipe his tears as he visits his three-year-old grandson Vitya, right, in the children’s cancer ward at a hospital in Gomel, 300 kms, 186 miles southwest of Minsk, Belarus, March 19, 1996.
Ukrainian children suffering from cancer, listen to music at the children’s hospital in Kiev Tuesday, April 18, 2006. Greenpeace said Tuesday in a new report that more than 90,000 people were likely to die of cancers caused by radiation from the Chernobyl nuclear disaster, countering a United Nations report that predicted the death toll would be around 4,000.
Natalya Lopatyuk, 41, left, and her daughter Yulia, 19, hold a portrait of Natalya’s husband and Yulia’s father Viktor in Kiev, Ukraine, Saturday, April 15, 2006. Viktor Lopatyuk, an electrician at the station died from acute radiation poisoning 22 days after the explosion at Chernobyl nuclear power plant.
Reactor No. 4 of the Chernobyl nuclear power plant stands encased in lead and concrete following the accident.
The sarcophagus encasing Chernobyl was built in haste and is crumbling. Despite strengthening work there are fears it could collapse, leading to the release of tonnes of radioactive dust. Work is due to begin on a £600m replacement shelter designed to last 100 years. This New Safe Confinement will be built on site and then slid over the sarcophagus.
School children wear gasmasks during nuclear safety training lessong in Rudo near an isolated zone around Ukraine’s Chernobyl nuclear power plant, Monday, April 3, 2006. About 600,000 people were mobilized to fight the effects of the explosion, and more than 116,000 evacuated from their homes. The ex-Soviet republics of Ukraine, Belarus and Russia are stilling coping with the aftermath of the accident today, from skyrocketing rates of thyroid cancer to a marked increase in health concerns among the 5 million people whose land was dusted with radioactive particles.
A warning sign installed in a forest in Gomel region, Belarus, Saturday, Feb. 18, 2006. The warning reads “Radiation contamination! Mushroom and berries gathered must be subjected to radiation checks.”
Lasting legacy of Chernobyl for dozens of British farms is the restrictions placed on the movement of their sheep and lambs from within the affected areas which are still in place today 10 years after the disaster. Farms like those of John Harrison at Ulpha in the Lake District.
A woman who fears she has thyroid cancer is waiting to have her throat checked in a hospital in Ivankov town at Ukraine’s contaminated zone Friday, April 7,2006.
Ukrainians dressed in the uniform of the Chernobyl nuclear station workers light candles to commemorate those who died after the Chernobyl nuclear disaster, during a ceremony at the memorial to Chernobyl firefighters in the city of Slavutich, Ukraine, Friday, April 26, 2013.
FOOTBALL phrases: Ten imports we DON’T want in our game
Spitting, biting, diving, shirt-pulling, feigning injury, waving imaginary cards… All of them rightly condemned, and all at various times accused of being ‘foreign’ practices that are creeping into ‘our game’. Now add to the list the insidious importing of heinous phrases, some from other sports and some, heaven forfend, from another country – namely the US of A.
OFFense and DEE-fense
Just plain wrong – and to add to the ignominy, there’s the ridiculous American emphasis on the first syllable. What’s wrong with good old attack and defence?
IN today’s episode of Why Tamerlan Tsarnaev detonated a bomb at the Boston Marathon murdering innocent woman and children, we hear from Nadine Ascencao, 24, who claims to have dated the killer.
In “My boyfriend the bomber”, we meet the “fanatic’s ex”.
What was he fanatic of? Islam? Tamerlan Tsarnaev left no jihadi suicide video behind. We’ve seen no messages of hate and vengeance.
They couple dated in 2006. The Sun says she was 17. The Sun does not say how old he was, just that he was 26 when he died. The impression is of an older controlling male. But he’s have been 17 or 18 at the time.
WHO to blame for the Boston bombings? Dzhokhar A. Tsarnaev, 19, and his brother, Tamerlan Tsarnaev, 26? There’s a whole list of reasons here. Writing in the New York Times, Marcello Suarez-Orozco and Carola Suarez-Orozco, both of the UCLA Graduate School of Education and Information Studies know:
The alleged involvement of two ethnic Chechen brothers in the deadly attack at the Boston Marathon last week should prompt Americans to reflect on whether we do an adequate job assimilating immigrants who arrive in the United States as children or teenagers.
Blame America? The NY Times has reported:
MALCOLM Blackman, 45, is accused of raping a woman in her 40s at the Occupy London Stock Exchange champ outside St Paul’s Cathedral. The alleged victim – who gets to remain anonymous – was allegedly attacked in her tent on the steps of St Paul’s Cathedral. She further alleges that Blackman tied her hands behind her back with cable ties and on another occasion assaulted her in her sleep.
HYUNDAI have made a staggeringly stupid advert where a bloke tries to kill himself via “pipe job” locked inside one of their cars but fails because the emissions are too clean. Maybe the faceless Hyundai drove him to it?
WITH Downing Street intervening to suggest that Luis Suarez should receive a sentence that reflects his position as a role model, it’s clear that the feisty Uruguayan’s crime has transcended the world of football and become a matter of national importance. But how exceptional were his antics? After all, it’s not the first time this kind of thing has happened. In fact, it’s not even the first time it has happened to Suarez himself. As recently as 2010 he was banned for seven matches after biting PSV Eindhoven midfielder Otman Bakkal…
WHAT’s your favourite cure for a hangover?
Hunter S. Thompson recommended poppers and beer.
Kingsley Amis recommended the Polish Bison (Bovril beef paste and vodka) and/ or a cup of Grand Marnier at breakfast.
“When that ineffable compound of depression, sadness (these two are not the same), anxiety, self-hatred, sense of failure and fear for the future begins to steal over you, start telling yourself that what you have is a hangover. You are not sickening for anything, you have not suffered a minor brain lesion, you are not all that bad at your job, your family and friends are not leagued in a conspiracy of barely maintained silence about what a shit you are, you have not come at last to see life as it really is.”