Sharing where you are, what you’re doing and who you are with is something most people do freely in relationships. But when your other half tracks your location without your knowledge, that’s when things can get tricky.
‘Why did I say that to that boy at that party when I was 16?’ ‘My face is never going to look untired again.’ ‘Where’s my phone?’ ‘I wonder what the priest looks like naked.’ ‘I’m not going to be able to handle this.’ Just a snapshot of the thoughts that have pinged through our heads in the past two minutes. Sometimes you just have to turn around and tell your thoughts, firmly, that they are being unhelpful. We have between 60,000 and 80,000 thoughts a day – some of them are going to be hellish.
When I heard that Brazilian president, Jair Bolsanaro, whose wife is 37 years his junior, had apparently endorsed a social media comment mocking his French counterpart, Emanuel Macron for having a wife nearly 25 years his senior, I rolled my eyes at the predictability of it all.
The holiday was fun, but now it's time to return back to reality. What's happened to your tan? Where's the sun-lounger? Will somebody (anybody) make you a cocktail? Nothing will ever prepare you for these post-holiday blues, but here's what to expect...
After topping the charts, winning awards and even playing at William and Kate’s wedding, two years ago Ellie Goulding almost crashed and burned. Now she’s back with new music, a new attitude and a brand new fiancé.
As the Apollo 11 countdown began, JoAnn Morgan was the only female allowed into the Firing Room. Eleanor Steafel hears how she, and two other exceptional women, fought for their place at Nasa – and in history
The note passed to a client in desperation reading, simply, ‘help me’ should have been enough to secure Shuai’s path to safety. But after handing the slip of paper to a man at the brothel where she was enslaved - forced to work there after her husband had taken insurmountable sums from loan sharks and then gone AWOL, leaving her to flee China for Britain amid ever worsening threats from the men seeking recourse - immigration officers arrived the following day, taking her to Yarl’s Wood, where she would go on to be detained for almost a year. A report released yesterday revealed that Chinese trafficking victims like Shuai make up the largest group of female immigration detainees in Britain: 420 in 2018, of whom 92 per cent were not removed from the UK but released, left to pursue their asylum cases.
The greenest thing at Wimbledon is usually the grass on Centre Court. But proceedings this year in SW19 have taken on a distinctly eco-friendly hue.
There’s television. And then there are television phenomena. And nothing prepared us for Big Little Lies. From the loins of Reese Witherspoon’s female-focused production company (oh how they sneered), it was glamorous, it was aspirational, it was murdery. There was sex, there was violence, there were explosive ratings (no one’s sneering now). There was Nicole Kidman. There was an abusive husband smashed to his death on a flight of concrete stairs. But most of all there was us on the sofa with a rustling crisp packet and a ‘hear me roar’ attitude. Now it’s back and so are we: fully addicted and viciously relating.
Nobody likes getting caught out doing something they shouldn’t – not least when you’re being a bit of A Sort, and hoping no one will notice.
I know why a record number of Londoners moved out of the capital last year – more than 300,000, according to figures just published – joining an exodus to the countryside. After all, we did it, inspired by a different life for our young family. It’s not difficult to understand; we parents are biologically programmed to want the best, free-range lives for their children.
When the England women’s football team squares up against current title holders, the USA, this evening, they will be challenging one of their own. Jill Ellis, the US team captain, will coach her players from the sidelines on how to knock England out of the cup – while her father, John, sings “You’ll Never Walk Alone” to himself.
“Are you regretting your choices?” It is 27 degrees and, as sun floods Castle Cary station in south Somerset, where I am standing armed with the 1.5 x 1m sheet of cardboard I’m due to be sleeping in for the next four nights, the answer is, unequivocally, yes. While a paper tent is likely not the living quarters of choice for most festival-goers (this one included), it is the most planet-friendly way to pitch up at Glastonbury, the music behemoth that has been held on Worthy Farm more than 30 times since 1970 and is this year more determined than ever to bleed green.
Chernobyl may have taken place in 1986, however something about it is clearly feeling very 2019. A couple of weeks ago, Harvard historian Serhii Plokhy’s gripping best-seller, Chernobyl: History of a Tragedy, won the coveted Pushkin House Book Prize, having already been awarded the Baillie Gifford Prize for Non-fiction. Meanwhile, this evening a the series Abandoned Engineering, shown on the Yesterday UKTV channel, will be visiting Pripyat - once a showpiece city meant to represent the future of the Soviet Union which was abandoned after the explosion at Chernobyl.