In the news: Rehabilitation in a vacuum and what Chris Grayling doesn’t understand

Tuesday 30 April 2013
The interview Chris Grayling (the new and, in my opinion, terrible Justice Secretary) gave with the BBC this morning said Sky Sports subscriptions and 18 certificate DVDs are the biggest problems facing British jails. Well, Mr Justice Secretary, congratulations. You've managed to find the perfect way to inflame public sensibilities so the average DM reader will feel outraged and not focus on the real issues.

You see, it's hard to focus on real issues given no one mentioned them. To avoid boring you all to tears I’m going to highlight the major flaw in Grayling’s proposal: privileges in prison must be earned. Which is all well and good. But the thing is, prisons are expensive. And because we insist on increasing prison populations year on year, we can’t actually afford to run educational courses. They're sporadic, often cancelled and enormously over-subscribed.

Apparently, prison is for ‘punishment and rehabilitation’. So, the way to do that is to leave people in stark white boxes where they can spend 18 hours a day alone with their guilt. Oh come on. Prison is institutionally unsuited to rehabilitate people. You can’t teach people how to be free when they’re in a cage. Imprisonment removes all liberty. Prisoners are told when to eat, when to sleep, when to shower, when to call home, when to go outside. Their lives bare absolutely no resemblance to the overwhelming sensory stimulation of life outside the gates.
Prisons, then, are at an enormous disadvantage. We have taken the most vulnerable, unstable and criminally minded members of our society, thrown them all in a box and left them there to stew. In the last twenty years, successive governments have removed skills, training and education – partly in an effort to be seen as tough on crime and partly because we can’t afford it, and most people in society couldn’t give a rats ass on whether or not prisoners are bored. And I don’t blame them.

Prisoners have TVs in their cells because it’s one of the very few cheap ways of providing them with stimulation. Let's remember the majority of prison inmates struggle to read and write. They have no education to their name, and their social time is frequently cut due to staff shortages. They have nothing to do but sit and watch television. All day, every day. Alone. In a shoebox. And there's not much to go back to once they're freed. They fall into the same pattern, whether they're out or in.

Reality is just as much a prison as the bars that hold them.

The odd violent movie showing on A Wing is the least of your problems Mr Grayling, when all they have to learn is imitating the tricks of the trade from seasoned offenders. And don’t think, even for a second, that we are too stupid to notice.

What do you think? Should prisoners have to earn their privileges? Or do you believe they deserve perks others perhaps can't afford? Leave a comment below and let us know your thoughts.
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Here's how to... be a Disney Princess (note: must love birds and chores)

Monday 29 April 2013
The media tells us that it’s every little girl’s dream to be a Disney princess. As a scruffy-haired, tree-climbing tomboy, it wasn’t my dream. There was nothing relatable to me about beautiful, but prissy Snow White and her fervour for cleaning, or golden-locked, vacuous Aurora who shared as many valuable opinions and ideas while asleep as she did awake.

But then in 1995 Disney did a wondawful thing to me. They released Pocahontas. They gave a scabby-kneed 10-year-old me something to aspire to. A headstrong, forest-leaping, animal-befriending idol. So I became one of those girls who wanted to be a Disney Princess. I ran around my local woods, belting out Colours of the Wind, and half-hoping a friendly raccoon (or more likely, squirrel) would leap out of the bushes and become my right-hand-man-raccoon-squirrel.

And I must confess, even as a fully (well, partly) grown-up, modern, feminist woman there's still a small part of me that just aches to replicate Pocahontas. I can’t count how many times I’ve skipped around the living room singing along to Disney songs (in fact, I’m listening to them now). The fact is, that however unfeminist, unrealistic and unattainable the Disney life is, there’s also something a bit magical about it.So, how can you live the life of a Disney princess?

1. Expectations. First of all, forget most princes look like this not this.

2. Love cleaning. Not just tolerate it, but actively LOVE it. Remember how happy Snow White was to clean up after the dwarves? She was rarely without a beaming smile as she swept and polished, and she even had a song about it. So before you moan about washing the dishes, or dusting the TV, think Disney. I am a princess, I AM a princess.

3. Befriend all the animals. Every. Single. One. You can’t just discriminate for the fluffy, cute ones. Remember Cinderella? Her friends were rats. RATS. And Ariel? She was friends with a crab. And a seagull. She befriended one of those scary, screechy birds that nick your chips at the seaside. And Pocahontas? Only besties with one of America’s greatest pests, the raccoon. So, sorry not just deer-hugging here, you may have to get nose-to-snout with all the stinky, smelly, scary animals too.

4. Sing. Yep, any Disney princess worth her salt can belt out a tune and a half. All the better if it’s about true love or cleaning (see point 2). So, you'd better start tuning up your vocal chords cause let’s face it, if you can’t sing a song about why you are sad/happy/lonely/unsatisfied/drunk then you ain’t gonna to get far in Disney world.

5. Fall in love easily. Remember that scene in Sleeping Beauty where Aurora's in the woods and meets Prince Whatshisface (like anyone remembers this, it’s ALL about the princesses). BANG. Instant true love. Snow White, she wasn’t even awake when she fell in love with her prince. Total dedication. And Pocahontas? She didn’t speak the same language as John Smith, but they loved each other so much that magic happened and BOOM! True love. Living with a horrendous beast who's keeping you captive in his castle as a slave after nearly mutilating your widowed father? That’s ok, it's all redeemed by fast-acting, true love. Yay!

6. Have an evil relative. This would REALLY help. Particularly if they're willing to poison you, lock you up, or make you marry someone inappropriate. If you don’t have an evil relative, hunt out a local witch. Bonus points if you have an evil-witch-relative.

7. Have perfect hair. Have you ever seen Belle, Aurora or Ariel with a single strand out of place? There’s a reason Princess Kate (of real-life-princessdom) is always rocking a shiny mane. You can’t fling around greasy locks and win a prince’s heart, now can you?

So, there you go. Now you have all the tools you need to be a waspy-waisted, showtune-belting Disney princess. Run forth and remember – live happily ever after. It’s your right.
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Monochrome Nails Tutorial

Friday 26 April 2013
It can be tough using black nail polish this time of year. After all, it's spring. Surely it should be all flowery pastels and dungarees (if anyone could point me in the direction of an awesome pair of non-denim dungarees I'd be most grateful)?

Anyway, we say lose the lace and forget florals. With this monochrome nail tutorial you're sure to stand out from the crowd. It's super simple too, giving your fingers and toes a sophisticated two-tone look.

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The Business of Beauty: Betty Pamper

Do you love your job, waking up fresh and bright every Monday? No? You're not alone. They say every cloud has a silver lining, and whether that grey cloud takes its form as unemployment, impending redundancy or a lack of job satisfaction, it's more than possible to put your own positive spin on the storm.

More and more women are leaving their traditional 9 to 5s behind them, putting their skills and passion to good use in pursuit of self employment success. Be it baking, dressmaking or portrait painting, taking advantage of the things you already love is a good place to start if you fancy setting up your own business.

In this short series of articles, we'll be giving you the lowdown of some inspiring entrepreneurs who decided to take their destiny into their own hands.

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Seven Sisters: a social soap for Twitter addicts

Wednesday 24 April 2013
Are you one of those people who can’t sit and watch a TV show without having one eye on Twitter throughout? I never thought I would be, but thanks to my acute addiction I can’t help it. Just glimpsing at Twitter as I write this (just a glimpse, I promise!) shows that I’m not the only one. Did anyone tweet with the hashtag #thismorning at 11.44am on Tuesday? Of course you did.

Live tweeting, once the domain of news events and conferences, is becoming increasingly popular when it comes to TV. We’re now able to comment on and review our favourite, and not so favourite, shows in real time. Those comments are sometimes used in adverts or read out on catchup programmes after.

We love to feel involved, rather than just watch from the sidelines.

This combination of Twitter and our love for a good soap opera has lead to the development of Seven Sisters, a fantastic new ‘social opera’, set to be launched on Thursday 25th April.
The brainchild of Awesix Media, Seven Sisters follows the lives of five characters living in London. It's designed to reflect the busy lifestyles of the twenty to thirty five-year old audience it is aimed at. Rather than viewers having to sit glued to the telly for half hourly slot several times a week, storylines will be played out on social media platforms; each of the five characters has their own Twitter and Facebook accounts from which the drama will unfold.

Cool idea huh?

So who are these five people who will be entering our online lives on Thursday nights?

Let me introduce you...

Sebastian Morgan-Smith 
A typical “cool kid”, Sebastian can be found frequenting the trendy bars and clubs across East London and Soho. He’s a bit of a rebel, experimenting with drink and drugs in an attempt to shake off his upper middle class upbringing.

Bobby Gardner
Born in Manchester, Bobby moved to London to pursue a career in photography and now lives with Sebastian in a converted warehouse. He’s the life and soul of any party and despite being a good guy really, his womanising ways sometimes get the better of him.

Lucinda Morgan-Smith
Lucinda is Sebastian’s half sister and rather than resent her privileged upbringing, she really makes the most of it. A sensible, mature and professional woman by day, she tends to become a heavy drinking, sometimes promiscuous flirt by night.

Mario Delaney
Seb’s boyfriend, a model and club host. The phrase ‘Too cool for school’ comes to mind when describing Mario. Extremely style and image conscious, Mario only has time for people who may be of some use to him and will be exceptionally sarcastic and unkind to others if he sees fit.

Annie Jones
Annie lives next door to Seb and Bobby. She is a hopeless romantic, forever searching for her one true love and is completely addicted to dating. Born in rural Wales, Annie moved to The Big Smoke in the quest for fame on the stage.

Awesix Media's Artistic Director Danielle Vanier says: "People today want entertainment that is relevant to them. They don't want to look in from the outside, they want to feel like the show is happening around them. This is what Seven Sisters does."

So what do you think? Will Seven Sisters be on your timeline? Do you think there’s a future in ‘social operas’ like this? We’d love to know.

Follow @Awesixmedia for more information
To download the Seven Sisters mobile app, head here.
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Here's how to... become famous the quick way, and the better way


Dictionary.com defines a celebrity as a ‘famous or well-known person.' But that seems slightly loose. Famous? Well-known? What does that even mean?

Anyone and their mother can become a famous or well-known person. How? You could attempt to breakdance while re-enacting Titanic’s King of the World scene on Britain’s Got Talent. Fancy yourself the next Pavarotti? Even if you can’t sing, let the world know by auditioning for The X Factor and cat-wailing your way through The Ketchup Song.

If you have no discernible talent whatsoever, hit up Channel 5 (not even people who are famous want to be on Channel 5) bung yourself in a house where Brian Dowling (exactly) will do his best Davina impression every week, evicting one of you out before someone wins £20 and a bottle of Lynx at the end.

Once you’ve done one of the above – or all three, because why not – it’s off to the jungle for you, alongside an absurdly chested starlet, two former ‘famous’ sporting stars, a 90s TV star and probably one of a choice of Bodger, Badger, Zig, Zag or Roland the Rat. Celebrity, hey.
If you really want to be a celeb you’ve got your work cut out. Aside from Katie Price hogging the zed-lines with her, er, beautiful outfit creations you’ve got break-ups, make-ups, rumoured pregnancies, rumoured marriages, rumoured affairs, rumoured rumours and Simon Cowell to contend with.

As with most things, there is an unorthodox way to go about these things, and there is an orthodox way.

Unorthodox
1. Have successful or famous parents/brothers/sisters. It worked for Miley Cyrus, every Kardashian spawned, Nicole Richie, Ashlee Simpson, Jaden Smith, Kelly Osbourne, Hailee Duff (who?), Paris Hilton, all of Made in Chelsea. But be warned: celebrity comes with an expiration date, so plan to have a few of these on the go at the same time

2. Make a YouTube video of yourself eating a spoon of cinnamon. Honestly. It’ll get you famous.

3. Be the friend of someone famous who has died (and then flaunt that on The Voice). This actually worked, somehow. Tyler James, you sicken me.

4. Sleep your way to the top. Everyone from What’s-Her-Name-who-did-the-dirty-with-that-Russell-Brand (see: most women) to the Duchess of Cambridge has perfected this one. Sorry, Kate. But it’s a bit true.

5. Be the sister of someone who’s slept their way to the top. Shyeah. Nice one, Pippa.

Most Orthodox Unorthodox Move: Big Brother. This worked out best for Craig. Remember Craig? He was a cheeky little Scouser who got a reasonably respectable job on…erm…what was it? DIY SOS? 60 Minute Makeover? Something where he sawed things. Get yourself on there, be a bit of an arse but charming enough to make several hundred people in the nation vote to keep you in your fame-cage.

OR, if you do have talent, self-respect, and a computer, try this…

Orthodox
1. Nurture your talent. It’s a hard slog becoming famous in any way shape or form, so make sure you are the best you can be at what you want to do.

2. Try to reach the widest possible audience. Nowadays, with the advent of social networking, this is much easier than it ever has been. Upload a YouTube video (of, like, singing or acting or dancing or whatever your forte is – not cinnamon consumption), Facebook it to your friends, tweet it to your acquaintances, pin it to your pinboard…hell, FourSquare us and tell us where you filmed it! (Actually, even better, if you can show it to us in six seconds, get a Vine on the go. Vines are great. Especially with cats in.) The more you see social media as your friend, the more you can use it to your advantage.

3. If you do garner some sort of fame, get a good publicist (or good publicity). Half the battle is the reach your talents can extend across. This is where shows such as BGT and The X Factor are forces for good. They can enhance how many know of you across a city, a county, or even a nation, in the space of months.

4. Work hard. This is covered partially in the first point (and the second, actually), but it is important. Nothing came to anyone overnight. Even the Beatles weren’t to everyone’s taste before they went global. Hell, I still don’t like the Libertines.

5. Stay positive. It’s hella hard. But if you stick to it, and keep your head up, you’ll get to where you want to be.

So there you are. You may have heard of the phrase, ‘Any publicity is good publicity.’ But it’s not. Not if you have respect for yourself. Don’t exploit your wares – or the wares of your parents, sister or dead best friend. Work hard, stay positive, and let people know you are there. It’ll all work out.

By Tom.
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I hate women's mags like more! but Vagenda did feminism no favours today

Monday 22 April 2013
more! magazine folded this morning. Amidst Twitter’s outpouring of sadness for the journalists who won't have a job next week, Vagenda celebrated the loss of a publication they believe ‘insidiously influence[d] the minds of young women.’

They maintain they're sad for the job losses, but not for the loss of the magazine. But the thing is Vagenda – the magazine has gone. So why did you need to celebrate it? Surely a touch of decorum in the current economic climate wouldn’t have been too much to ask?

I happen to agree wholeheartedly with their sentiments. I have a deep and passionate hatred for women’s magazines. They encourage bitchiness and insecurity and exist at a level of superficiality that should shame us all.

But what I don’t feel the need to do is shout this for all my Twitter followers to hear. The magazine has folded. It isn’t going to print anything ever again. Telling its writers  their work was terrible for women everywhere doesn’t change that. It just smacks of rubbing salt into the wounds.

In fairness to the ladies at Vagenda, they have subsequently apologized and said their tweet was ‘ill-judged.’ So perhaps it is churlish of me to criticize them for it. But the thing is, if you want the moral high ground, you need to be beyond reproach.

Because I don’t want to exchange a fascination with cellulite for a bashing of the sisterhood.

I personally don’t like women’s magazines. But absolutely no one has the right to tell me what makes ‘good’ or ‘enjoyable’ reading. Let's have the debate about the role magazines play in our self awareness. Let's think about what we consider to be entertaining reading. But do not sit and preach and pretend that there isn’t a market for ‘bikini diets’ and ‘best-dressed’ lists. There is. And one magazine folding does not show that demand has fallen and radical feminism has emerged victorious.

Twitter seems to inspire us to believe we have a ‘right’ to voice our opinions on everything that flits across our timeline. We don’t. Silence is your friend. No matter how sincere (or not) the apology, I will forever judge the people at Vagenda as crass and celebratory in the face of other’s losses.

When you communicate instantly, the retraction is meaningless. Whilst the sentiment behind their tweet is full of merit, their timing and their initial smugness makes me think of them as devoid of empathy. I don’t think it’s wrong to be pleased more! is no more (sorry…), but I do think it’s was wrong to choose this morning to speak out. Sensitivity in the face of adversity can never be a bad thing.

So lets all be terribly English about this, and say nothing – at least until tomorrow.
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Running is a learning curve (also don't eat fibre before a long run)

Running on a treatmill vs running outdoors
Since signing up to run my first half marathon, I've done nothing but talk about running, and do a lot of running. If you don’t care about split times, long runs, stretches, warm ups and running on treadmills vs going au naturel outdoors, then you should probably avoid me. Unless, that is, you find stories about bodily discomfort amusing. Now I’m not talking about the typical ‘my ass is sore from all my miles’ boast. I’m talking some serious intestinal noises causing my blushes.

For those of you not in the running loop, long runs (an hour or more) require a pre-run fuel stop. Extra eating? Ideal. I thought I’d be super clever and go for one of my favorite snack bars. Fruit and oats? Healthy and nourishing. Feeling smug, I hit the treadmill. Everything was going well until I hit the forty five minute mark. Then the internal gurgles started rolling.

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And so we give you Queen of the Trolls (do not feed)

Friday 19 April 2013
What do the three billy goats gruff and us, the general public, have in common?

Both have been the victims of a vicious assault by a troll. But whereas the cloven-hoofed gang were targeted by a cave-dwelling weirdo, we've recently fallen prey (again and again) to a completely different breed all together. Well, maybe not completely different.

In yesterday’s Daily Mail, Samantha 'other women don’t like me because I’m so beautiful'/'did I tell you I live in France with a man who is French he's French I totally fit in here because I'm so stunning' Brick added to her ever-increasing list of intelligence-insulting ramblings with, what is probably, her best yet. Read ‘best’, as ‘worst.’

Her latest gift to the most-read news site in the world is a comprehensive rundown of her dieting past, and indeed, her dieting present; most noticeable entries being the period she spent eating nothing but Polo mints and the occasion she fainted through lack of nutrition. She didn’t mind though. She insists this was just a “minor hitch, eclipsed by the fact that [she] was being asked out on lots of dates.”

You see, Samantha Brick apparently hates the idea of being fat and isn’t afraid to show her disdain for others, who in her opinion may be carrying too much weight. Or as she puts it, look “like a bulging sack in danger of imminent cardiac arrest.” She confidently claims that “any self respecting woman wants to be thin” and seems to be proud of the fact that her French husband has threatened her with divorce should she put on weight (she mentions it twice). Her parting shot? “As I see it, there is nothing in life that signifies failure better than fat.”

Since the story first appeared in what is sometimes referred to as the Daily Fail, (not forgetting the Sidebar of Shame) Twitter has been ablaze with disgust and outright fury at Brick’s opinions; ‘Samantha Brick’ was trending for most of Thursday and links to the article in question were present throughout. So even those who aren’t a regular DM reader were counted in their stats on this occasion. Clever, no?

And so Samantha Brick and the Daily Mail have, yet again, fooled us into doing something that she apparently rarely does herself: bite.

Samantha Brick is no more than a troll. So, off the back of this no doubt highly-calculated outburst, I think she thoroughly deserves to be crowned Queen of the Trolls. Her opinions shouldn’t be taken any more seriously than those of someone spamming the comments section of your YouTube hair tutorial. ‘UR HARE LUKS LYK POO!’...yeah, whatever.

The only difference between her and the usual Internet Troll is rather than lurking anonymously on message boards and Chat Roulette, Brick is able to do her trolling through a national newspaper. By taking her seriously not only are we providing the controversy she so clearly courts, but also driving traffic to the hosting site which is no doubt counting their huge advertising revenue as I type.

I’m painfully aware that even I am offering her a light snack by writing this but in future, don’t feed the trolls.

Especially this one, she would hate to get fat after all.
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Little nibbles for any occasion

When entertaining, sometimes Pringles and a bowl of pick 'n' mix just won't do. I'm sure the queen wouldn't mind cheese and pineapple on sticks. I'm sure Kate and Wills have their fill of pickled onions and party sausages all the time. But some people just need a bit more, y'know?

So Apres London, a quirky little bar just outside London's Selfridges on Oxford Street, has shared a few of their moresome nibble recipes with you, the reader. Oh, and about the mushrooms, I'm no fan of them. I think they have the texture of snails and their flavour's ok but nothing to write home about. However THESE mushrooms are something else. Trust me.

Each can be served in its own unique way. Why not mix it up with charity-shop china plates, thick wooden chopping boards or bamboo mats?

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Beauty blazes: Be safe, look hot

Thursday 18 April 2013
We've all done it, and I'm probably more guilty than most. You know the routine; have a shower, towel dry my tresses, set up the GHDs, pop in the other room to get an outfit sorted, realise my hair looks all right as it is, grab a slice of toast, feed the cat and rush off to work without stopping to wonder if I've left the straightners on. In fact, I usually only figure out my mistake while I'm having lunch and wondering if the house is still standing. How awful is that? Cue panicked phone calls to friends who might be off sick and can pop round to check.

The sad fact is, beauty blazes happen far more often than we think. The London Fire Brigade alone says beauty blazes happen at least once a fortnight. The main causes are hairdryers, straighteners, tongs, vanity mirrors, and bathroom candles. Scary.
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Making cooking box clever

Boxes and hampers seem to be the thing du jour. From beauty boxes, promising secret goodies for skin, to book boxes taking reading clubs to a new level, you can barely move on the internet without seeing the phrase 'chef-prepared hamper' or 'vegetable box'.

I’ve tried snacking boxes, veggie boxes, meat boxes, everything. And by this point, I’m a bit bored to be honest. So, when I heard about another company sending food through the post, I wasn’t immediately grabbed.

But after a quick check on the website it became clear that Gousto are so much more than just convenient food delivery. Not only is the website full of pictures of vibrantly bright veggies and other ingredients, it’s also packed full of brilliant recipes.
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I wasn't alive during Margaret Thatcher's rule, but here's my opinion anyway

Wednesday 17 April 2013
Today Britain showed the world how, sometimes, we're very much a divided nation. I’m not a massive fan of Margaret Thatcher, but equally I wouldn’t say I hate her. Hate's a very strong word to use against someone I've never personally met. The policies she brought in have affected our nation, of course, but as Right Rev Richard Chartres stated, “today she is one of us.”

Maybe the £10m spent on her funeral suggested otherwise - I can't see the same being spent one someone who worked as a retail assistant their entire life - and of course people may think it's a waste of money. But then again, had there been no risk of violence from protesters, perhaps less could have been spent on security? On the other hand, there are those who saw her as the Iron Lady, a woman who shattered the glass ceiling and did what she could to make the nation a better place, who see a state funeral as a proper sending off.

Put simply: there are two sides to every coin.

Honestly, I feel no emotion towards her. What I did feel today, however, was disgust and embarrassment for the people who were childish enough to turn up to someone’s funeral, regardless of who she was, and show a complete lack of respect, not just for the deceased but for her mourning family too.

You may tell me I have no right to an opinion because I wasn't alive during Thatcher’s time in power, but just as you're able to voice how you feel, so am I. So forgetting all her policies, her mandates and her actions, I'll tell you what I do know:

I know that today, family and friends gathered together to say goodbye to a loved one. I know that six horses pulled a coffin containing a dead woman through the city among crowds of people, quite against their natural instincts. I know that a very brave young lady did something that most adults wouldn’t be able to do, as Amanda Thatcher stood up to recite a reading at her grandmother’s funeral, in front of an audience that spanned the globe.

Now what they deserved, if you ask me, was to be able to say goodbye without having to listen to protestors shouting outside, and without having to watch people throw things at the horses. Politics shouldn’t have made an ounce of difference today because, let's be honest, her time in power ended way back in 1990. No one expects the country to forget the policies she brought into place, but what should be expected is, for at least one day, to put debates and anger aside. Because causing a scene that the woman herself cannot even see or respond to only upsets a family that's done nothing wrong.

I don’t just want to dwell on the negatives of the day though because there were many positives.

The horses behaved impeccably considering the situation, young Amanda was amazingly brave, flags were hung at half mast to prove that somewhere respect was being shown, the entire ceremony ran on time as was expected, everything looked as perfect as it could for such a sad event, a strong and consistent sound of applause rang through London. It's these little things that show the world that ok, we might not have agreed with each other, but we weren't going to act like children and play tit-for-tat.

I'll finish this with the handwritten words visible in the wreath that lay upon the coffin: "Beloved mother. Always in our hearts”. They ring true and remind us that at the end of the day, Margaret Thatcher, despite the controversy during her life, was ultimately just a woman that meant a lot to her family even if she didn’t always end up doing the very best for the country.


By Shannon.
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Boston Marathon Bombings: shaking my faith in humanity

As a current half-marathon-er in training, and prospective future marathon-er, I was avidly staring at twitter on Monday and being overwhelmed at the split times for the elite runners. All very impressive, very inspiring, I wondered if these were people or ultra speedy aliens. I digress.

And then someone blew up the finish line. They killed an eight year old boy, and took off his sister’s leg. For, as far as I can tell, absolutely no reason other than mindless killing. And, after thinking about little else for the last two days, I just can’t fathom why someone would do that. Part of it is definitely a ‘almost-runner-to-runner’ connection: the amount of work that goes in to being an elite runner is something that I can’t comprehend – and I’m out pounding the pavements every day. But most of it is the senseless taking of human life. Why?

Runners who have trained their entire lives to qualify to run the Boston Marathon – who now don’t have any legs. These weren’t divisive or political figures. They didn’t represent western capitalism or religious fundamentalism. They weren’t even the best performers on the day. And they will never run again. Ever. And there is someone, out there, who did that to them.
© Boston Globe

Well, humanity, frankly – you suck. I was on the other side of the world, and I’m not the most emotional of beings. Yet, today, when my partner and friends went to watch the funeral procession of Lady Thatcher, I was genuinely worried that they were going to come home hurt – or not at all. I didn’t trust that the police could protect them: because if there are people who are prepared to do the truly unimaginable how do we anticipate it?

Now I’m not going to go camp out in a bunker and hide from all the nutters out there, but I will say this: some news cannot afford to be ‘tomorrow’s chip paper’. Some news is meant to define a generation. Some news requires us to stand up and say: we are not afraid of you. We will keep going, we will band together, we will find you and you will be held accountable.
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Recipe: Table for 10's Vietnamese Pulled Pork Baguette

Tuesday 16 April 2013

Pulled pork's one of those dishes that, with a bit of TLC during cooking, can make an excellent starter, brilliant burger filling, or can satisfy meat-based cravings and serve two as a main meal. And although pulled pork is traditionally seen as an American dish (as was explained in BackDoor Kitchen's pulled pork recipe over the weekend) loads of cultures have adopted the dish into their cuisine, adding their own unique blends of flavours and colours.

Introducing Table for 10, a Vietnamese supperclub introduced to me by Edible Experiences. Now, I'm a Thai girl, myself (not literally). I love larb, I can't get enough Thai Green Curry, and spicy soups are the perfect way to start the week. Although Vietnam is next on my South East Asian hit list (along with Cambodia), this is a great introduction into Vietnamese flavours and spice.
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Are the press right to comment on Kim Kardashian's weight?

Monday 15 April 2013
Are the press right to comment on Kim Kardashian's weight? Yes and No
Gail says: "Absolutely not."

You might not be a fan of Kim Kardashian, or maybe you are. Whilst some may think that she’s a entrepreneurial genius, using her well-crafted looks (and dramatic family) to create a brand used to sell clothing, make up, perfume, potentially dangerous diet pills etc, others might see her as an attention-seeking clothes horse; a terrifying symptom of our increasingly consumerist society where looks and image rule. No talent required. Whatever ‘talent’ is these days.

You might be in neither of these two camps.

You might live your life oblivious to the whole Kardashian circus. You may have no idea who Mason and Penelope are or the fact that apparently, Kourtney is considering being a surrogate. If you are in this third category, I almost envy you.

We don’t need to know the ins and outs (no pun intended) of Kim’s love life in the way we need access to clean water or education. We don’t need to see Khloe’s fertility issues playing out on our TV screens and in magazines. None of this makes a real difference to our lives. If the whole family were to disappear from our screens tomorrow, we could all quite happily carry on as we were pre-2007.

The way that Kim is treated by the press however does make a difference and is far more shocking than the fact that she and Kanye may call their child Khrist. The way in which we respond to it is way more important than whether Kanye will take her name when they marry. Kanye, Kim and Khrist Kardashian? So what?!

Not since Jessica Simpson, whose first pregnancy seemed to go on forever thanks to hourly updates by The Daily Mail, has a woman faced such an outrageously vicious amount of attention regarding the way she looks. One minute Kim is looking gaunt, due to her “rigorous” and potentially risky extreme dieting, the next she’s having a “200 lb nightmare”. Apparently she “gorges on burgers and chips” and has been made the subject of numerous not so hilarious memes and gifs, currently spreading like wildfire over the net.

Who wore it best? Kim or a Killer Whale? Shut up. Seriously.

What troubles me the most about this is the fact that this whole episode seems to further normalise the idea that we all have the right to openly judge a woman by her body. At least when Joan Rivers called Adele fat, the vast majority of straight thinking people realised she was out of line and the story seemed to disappear as quickly as the insult itself had darted out of Joan’s mouth. When it comes to Kim though, it seems to be open season and every day there’s something new.

It needs to stop.

In a world where people are so influenced by the media, some kind of line has to be drawn and an example needs to be set. Other women’s bodies are not ours to judge, no matter what the papers say.

Laura says: "Absolutely."

I have to say, I don't care about the Kardashians. I've never seen an episode of whatever their telly programme is called. I'm one of those lucky people who has no idea who Mason and Penelope are. I know there's a mum, a few sisters and that she's dating 'voice of a generation' fishsticks Kanye West. I know she's pregnant, I know she's going through a divorce with a person, and things are getting ugly. Oh, and she has a massive bum.

How do I know this? Because she's thrust in my face every time I open a magazine. She is the epitome of a fame whore. And if that's what makes Kim K happy, then that's fine by me. Each to their own and all that. So why do I think the press have every right to comment on Kim's life? Her weight? Her relationships?

Firstly, Kim willingly talks about extremely personal and sensitive information in front of millions of people. Nothing embarrasses her. If people wanted to see her smear test I'm pretty sure she'd film it (if she hasn't already). The media found someone who is desperate for attention and would give Access All Areas to not only her world, but her entire family's world. They latched onto brand Kardashian because here was a family who would give it all in return for fame and money. Ka-ching.

This is evident by how she became famous. Correct me if I'm wrong, but Kim had sex and filmed it. In 2007 the tape was 'leaked' (sources claim her mum allegedly brokered the deal and raked in the resulting cash) and she somehow got a reality series a few months later. That's it. She's famous for having a vagina.

Secondly, she has a level of control over the press. Do you think paparazzi sit around on beaches on the off-chance a celeb turns up? No. Do you think celebs squeeze themselves into unflattering bikinis despite having stylists? No way.

Publicity takes planning. Strategy. Tactics. Nothing is left to chance. And people are paid a lot to make sure nothing is left to chance. How dull is a story about Kim on a beach. Who would read it? Who would care? But Kim in a bikini that's clearly too tight? A bikini that makes her look podgy? THAT gets people talking. Now she's a beached whale, and has the attention of the world.

So publicists leak stories, tell  paps exactly where their client's going to be, and have 'sources' comment about their private lives. As long as we the people are talking about her, about her weight and whether we should talk about them talking about her weight, then she's happy. Because there's always some new up and coming fame whore who could take her place.

In essence, the press has every right to comment on Kim because she willingly sold her entire life, the good, the bad and the ugly, to the highest bidder for a shot in the spotlight. Don't feel too bad for her. She has a huge level of control over what's said about her. We read what she wants us to read.

So kids, if you're desperate for fame, know the right people, have a good publicist, a decent lawyer and enough money, you too can be famous. And if you're raking in tens of millions each year in endorsements, book deals, TV shows and appearance fees, if you have millions of followers and a legion of admiring fans hanging on your every word, then I'm pretty sure you wouldn't care if someone said you looked like a beached whale, either.
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Recipe: BackDoor Kitchen's Pulled Pork Bollito (or Bollito con Mostarda di Arance e Pesto di Salvia)

Saturday 13 April 2013
You guys loved secret supperclub BackDoor Kitchen's carbonara recipe from a few weeks ago. So when I asked Edible Experiences to see if any of their supperclubs could come up with a pulled pork recipe with a difference, Roberto once again volunteered to share a recipe from an upcoming, but sadly sold out, supperclub: Bollito. (More pulled pork delights will be featured next weekend!)

How exciting!

Rob says: "When people talk about pulled pork, I personally dream of America; nice heavy juicy bits of meat slapped between two slices of bread and dressed with the widest variety of sauces. And it sounds all good to me. But if we want to stick to a broad definition of pulled pork, then it's pork shoulder or mixed pork cuts simply slow cooked and pulled apart afterwards."
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Review: Apres London, Bond Street

Call me an old lady (don't) but I love a bar where I can offer to pay for a round without my credit card crying, a place where the music isn't so ridiculously loud it turns all form of audible speech into screaming/primitive sign language (*loud music plays* "SO SORRY TO HEAR ABOUT YOUR BROTHER IN THAT CAR ACCIDENT, IS HE OK?" "WHAT?" "IS YOUR BROTHER OK AFTER..." "YEAH, GOOD IDEA, I'LL GET ANOTHER ROUND IN!") and somewhere central but off the tourist trail. In London, this is asking for a lot. In central London this is nigh on impossible.

Cue Apres. This little bar is literally right next to Selfridges, a stone's throw from Bond Street station on the central line, set on a little street off heaving Oxford Street. Saying that, most people seemed to be enjoying a post-work glass of vino rather than hoards of tourists getting merry at happy hour.
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Four floral fragrances for spring and summer

Friday 12 April 2013

I’m what's known in the perfume world as a ‘fumehead’, or fragrance enthusiast and all-round avid collector.

After years of perfume samples and spritzes, I discovered that I love thick, sweet fragrances (Flower by Kenzo being my all time favourite), but when the skies are blue and the sun is shining I often fancy a change. Because who likes feeling weighed down by a heavy scent? It’s so nice to wear a delicate perfume that smells bright, fresh and sometimes out-and-out floral to reflect the bright days and eagerly emerging spring blossoms.

From floral violets to sweet citrus notes, spring is all about wearing a scent that totally suits you. After all, your perfume is just an extension of your unique style. So here are my top fragrances for spring:

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Review: The Gaslight Grill, Battersea, London

A review of the Gaslight Grill in Battersea, London.
How do you like your steak? Medium? Rare? Well-done? (If it's the latter, you need to read this more than anyone else. In fact, get a pad and pen and take notes. Seriously.)

I love my steak rare and juicy. This does pose a bit of a problem though. You see, one man's rare is another man's medium-rare. So I've had a tough as cardboard sirloin, and then the same cut literally seared and still cold in the middle. Chewing on fresh-from-the-slaughterhouse cuts of beef, no matter how pricey, just isn't for me.

So when the Gaslight Grill promised good food and even better steaks, I was wary. Plenty of places have left me massively disappointed. I won't name names, but a certain place in Clerkenwell needs to step up its game.

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Here's how to... wear it like a '90s kid

Thursday 11 April 2013
I was born in 1984 so really, most of my growing up was done in the 90s while wearing neon cycling shorts, a matching top, jelly shoes (like these made by Juju) and a mood ring.

When I got a bit older, I would regularly pretend to be the complete opposite of the boyband fiend I actually was (and still am) and would swamp myself in the baggiest checked shirt I could find whilst pestering my mum for a pair of massive boots, or ‘clodhoppers’ as my dad would not so affectionately call them.

I’ve spent many a giggly evening reminiscing with family about the cringy clothing choices of my childhood; Ying Yang printed leggings and Global Hypercolor t shirts (you know the heat sensitive ones? You could make hand prints on them and everything! AMAZING.) I wore it all. 

Well, it looks like I was a trendy child after all because one of the biggest fashion trends of the moment is the 90s and although it does make me feel slightly older than I’d like to, it’s great to see the shops packed with clothing I have such fond memories of. It makes me wonder if this is how my Grandma feels when she watches Mad Men.

If you fancy wearing a bit of 90s but don’t necessarily want to look like one of the Byker Grove gang, the 90s trend can easily be incorporated to suit everyday wear in 2013.

Dungaree shorts are everywhere at the moment and are a perfect way to keep cool, and look cool, on warmer days. Team them up with a simple t shirt, or a 90s style crop top if you don’t mind bearing a bit of midriff.

Thought jelly shoes were only for the beach? You thought wrong my fashionista friend. Perfect for summer, they’re great for everyday and could be a real statement piece to go along with your usual fashion choices. Available in such a huge range of colours and styles, they’re a really simple way of jumping on the 90s trend train. [Keep your eyes peeled for a jelly shoes outfit coming soon! - Laura]

Another easy way to incorporate current trends into your wardrobe is by making use of accessories. Swap your wayfarers for a pair of round framed sunglasses, pick up an aforementioned mood ring and tie your hair up with a scrunchie. Yes, scrunchies are back too. And those little mini hair clips.

But what if you’re more of a grunger than a clean-cut girly type? STILL madly in love with Eddie Vedder (ahem, Laura). From distressed band t-shirts to checked shirts, beanie hats and Dr. Marten boots, if you look anywhere on the high street you’ll find them.  

By Gail.


So what do you reckon? Will you be wearing the current trend for 90s fashion this spring? What were your favourite fashion memories, and which ones firmly belong at the back of the closet? Let us know below or tweet us @sixoutoftenmag
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Review: The Lost Angel Bar, Battersea, London

Wednesday 10 April 2013
I don't know anyone who doesn't appreciate a good cocktail. Even if you're a tee-totaller, a good blend of juices and purées is so much more satisfying than a glass of fizzy brown cola on a night out. What makes a cocktail even better, though, is when it's made exactly to your taste. Add a pro barman who knows what you want before you've even ordered it, and you've got my attention.

It's true, I don't often venture south of the river. On the rare occasion I do, it's usually to Southwark or Tower Bridge. Chelsea, Battersea and Clapham have never been on my radar, not when I'm a stone's throw from crazy Clerkenwell or hipster-central Shoreditch. (East London is mine.) But when London has an abundance of bars - some where acting is required to enter, others that transport you through sex shops, some that make you bring your own bottle - you have to wonder how a decent bar can get people's attention.

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The six out of ten ChoClass Calculator. Where do you belong?

Following the introduction of the new class system to Britain, we decided it was time to shake up our own process. Traditional British social divisions related to what chocolate bar one will choose at the local newsagents are so out of date. So, six out of ten teamed up with…well, our local newsagent (‘teamed up with’ being more a case of ‘went and bought chocolate bars from’) to analyse the wonderfully smooth, sweet, delicious stuff.

I’ve gotta say. It wasn’t easy.

We surveyed more than 161,000 chocolate bars and came up with a new model made up of seven distinct groups. Let’s see where you fit in. (Note: you may find that due to my distaste for coconut, this might be slightly biased.)

Cadbury’s Dairy Milk
This is the most privileged chocolate in all of Great Britain, as it has high levels of both fine cocoa and delicious milk – one and a half cups, I do believe. Positions of our gentry that consume this fine bar do so because their high amount of economic capital sets them apart from everybody else. That, and it’s just the best.

Galaxy Caramel
Members of this group are a gregarious and culturally engaged class (who probably have an immensely sweeter sweet tooth than the above, and are solid in their belief that Galaxy Caramel rocks everyone’s socks).

Galaxy
Though technically similar to the second class of choccy bar, this is a small class with high levels of nom-ability; however, they seem less ‘culturally engaged’ – because they foolishly forgot to chuck some caramel in, as above. They have comparatively less social contacts (because Caramel stole their thunder) and so are marginally less engaged with society.

Kit Kat
This class has medium levels of tastiness and higher levels of cultural and social capital (note: variety, ‘Chunky’ upgrade, competitions for new flavours practically every week). They are a young and active group – coming in multiples of four so those who purchase then get their value for money, or share. Want a bit?

Maltesers
This class has low chocolate-to-honeycomb ratio, but has high levels of emerging ‘why can’t I stop eating these’ capital, and a high social status – because who doesn’t offer a bag of Maltesers to their friends? (Though, them bunnies are all mine.) This group is young, and members are often found in many a hand all over the country.

Mars
This class scores surprisingly high on all three counts – moreish, carameltastic and covered in a delectable chocolate – but they’re just so common, aren’t they? The average age of this class is older than the others; these badboys have been around for yonks.

Bounty
No one likes a Bounty.

Which class do you belong to? Are you a member of the Dairah Milk Gentry, or a rough and ready Mars bar geez? And is there anyone out there who loves a bit of coconut? Tell us below or at @sixoutoftenmag
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WIN! An Eye Candy nails and lashes goodie bag - CLOSED

Tuesday 9 April 2013
On the 18th April, we'll be one month old. When I started this magazine, I thought it was going to be my personal little project. But it's become much more than that, and I'm certain we'll have lots more informative information and fun features coming up.

So, here's a little giveaway, with many thanks to Oh Beauty, of course! They stock a whole range of brilliant beauty products, from lashes to fake tan. And they've arranged for one lucky reader to win a party pack worth £17. Just click on each to learn a bit more about them (I want those lashes).

Eye Candy Nail Professional Colour in Reddy and Willing
Eye Candy 50s Style Double False Lashes
Eye Candy 3D Nail Wraps in Luscious Lace
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Five foods your skin loves

It’s spring. I know this because I’ve seen people on Twitter saying it is. There isn’t much proof of it elsewhere because although the evenings are getting lighter and the sky is sometimes blue, it’s still seriously cold. Yeah ok, not as cold as it has been but it’s still cold.

And we all know what cold weather does. As well as turning our fingers numb, making our noses red and urging us to find warmth and stodgy comfort food, it seemingly removes every hint of moisture from our skin, lips, eyes and even our hair, leaving us not only feeling a bit flaky, but looking it too.

Rather than spend out on expensive creams, drops and serums which only deal with the top layer of your skin temporarily, perhaps it’s wise to use nutrition to help us deal with our cold weather skin.
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Review: Charlotte's Bistro, London


Charlotte's Bistro review
Apparently time does fly when you’re having fun, as we found out when visiting Charlotte's Bistro last week. Launched in 2010, Charlotte's Bistro is little sister to the long-established and highly popular Charlotte's Place in Ealing, west London. And this family really is worth your time.

Now, when you think of a bistro, you probably think of a small little eatery in Paris. Charlotte's has a lot more going for it than that. It has a decent atmosphere - mixing lively bar and breezy restaurant in such a relaxed way makes it a great place to while away the hours. Charlotte's Bistro has a menu packed with fresh food at non-eye-popping prices, which is probably why it has such a substantial fanbase on Twitter. So, after a lot of peer pressure to give it a go, we booked a table for two to see if the place lived up to the hype (and tweets).

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Here's how to... make a mixtape

Monday 8 April 2013
 It’s fair to say most 80s children will know the joy of the mixtape. The careful timing to snag your favourite songs off the radio or another tape, and the fury when you catch the end of the weather... one minute the Smiths are warbling about Joan of Arc, the next you know it’s going to snow in Skegness. The furious rewinding and fast-forwarding to erase all sign that you were an uncool cat who couldn’t even manage a mixtape without buggering it up.

The careful compiling of songs that touch your heart and offer the mysterious lyrical messages of love has become a bit of a right of passage – name-checked often in teen flicks as the ultimate expression of love. Because the mixtape had the power to make or break you. Would your wild choice of Nirvana’s grungy Smells Like Teen Spirit followed by B*Witched’s jaunty C’est La Vie be seen as a bold, genre-spanning move, or musical suicide?

I remember the grand old day I finally acquired a double tape deck and could evolve from hastily-snagged songs from the radio to sharing my own growing music collection. I made my best friend a mix tape, seamlessly blending Spice Girls with REM, or so I thought. With shaking hands I handed over the tape I'd carefully curated while sat in my bedroom surrounded by East 17 posters and piles of Smash Hits and Kerrang. She took it from me, and shoved it into her school bag – did she not realise the importance of this rite of passage?
I’d just handed her the world in a plastic case, and all she could do was shove it in her bag?

She never told me what she thought of my musical choices, and it would be honest to tell you our relationship suffered for it. I resolved to never make a mixtape for anyone again. Unless they were really special. This was a vow I kept until 2011. A time when mixtapes were no longer fashionable. The cassette tape had long-since been relegated to the scrap heap with VHS videos and brick-shaped Nokia phones.

So, imagine the romance I piled on this gesture. Tracking down a real-life actual cassette, then a stereo that would actually record onto a cassette, and of course the pinnacle of my gesture – the songs. I spent a pleasant four hours choosing music, recording it and making sure the songs fitted perfectly onto the cassette. It was a true labour of love, which simply cannot be replicated by simply burning music onto a CD.

And the boy I gave it to? Now my husband. Coincidence? I think not.

However the fact remains tracking down a cassette and stereo can be difficult, so I grudging accept that CD burning may be the way forward. Still there are some tips you can follow to try and recreate some of the magic, which makes the gesture – whether done the traditional or modern way – much more soulful.

1. Pick a theme. A mixtape without a theme is a meandering affair with no heart, or point. Your theme can be as loose as love or summer or as complex as songs that make me think of your tiny face or songs to drive down the M64 to. It gives you something to work towards, and it makes you look clever. Win win, right?

2. Pick a title. A good title can make or break your collection. No-one likes the bland Collection 1 or Songs for Kirsty. Be a little unusual. For Christmas I made my husband a mixtape called Riding in Cars with Boys. He made me Songs for Hedgehogs, by Hedgehogs. Now ask yourself which sounds better? Score 1-0 to the husband. It doesn’t matter if it’s obscure – it shows you’re deep.

3. The songs. The MOST important bit. You must know how many songs you can fit on your cassette/CD, and which songs you want. Make a list – don’t be tempted to focus on similar sounding names, or years (unless that’s your theme, of course). Go for songs that blend together and match your theme.

4. The order. You don’t want to jump straight from a Beth Orton ballad to a rousing Metallica song. The songs have to blend seamlessly and sound like they belong together. You could have mellow rising to loud back to mellow, or one half loud, one half relaxtion. It’s up to you! The beauty of online music is that you can shuffle it around and preview it before making any firm decisions.

5. The cover. Make sure you write the songs clearly so your recipient can track down more music by their favourite artists – and make it personal! Drawings, dedications, stickers... whatever you want. Make it stand out.

So, as you can see the art of the mixtape is complex. But is there a more romantic gesture? Not to an 80s child like me! Let me know if you make a mixtape – I’d love to hear your stories and collections.

By Louise.
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Forget Cristal, this bubbly literally sparkles

Thursday 4 April 2013
Time to drink champagne and dance on the table gold sparkling wine
So here's the thing. You're dating a great guy. He pulls out your chair, opens door and walks on the outside of you. He's not too clingy, but likes you enough to feel a smidgen of jealously when that hot guy at the bar checks you out. You've been for picnics in the park, strolls by the river, and life is good.

Now it's time to meet the parents. You're standing in front of the mirror. Hair? Done. Dress? Not too revealing. Perfume? Subtle. Food? Cooked. Kinda. Well, it's not your fault your culinary skills only really stretch to chilli con carne from a packet. Then you realise the only wine you have was a £3 special offer from Tesco, left over from the last girlie night in. This is it. It's over. His dad will think you're stupid, his mum will never be impressed. You'll have to break up and spend nights cuddling the cat and sobbing dramatically, all because you don't know your Chablis from your Claret.

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Back to school, but it's ok because this one's all about gin and it's free

Wednesday 3 April 2013
Gin cocktails from Charlotte's Bistro's Gin School
A Monday night typically isn't when I'd consider having a round of cocktails, let alone 12 shots of gin. But Alex Wrethman, the owner of Charlotte’s Bistro and host of Monday night Gin School, seems to disagree. He set up the free weekly meet for people to sample offerings from a range of different producers. It's certainly convinced me it's a great way to start the week.

From the second my friend and I stepped into the warmly lit bar we felt welcomed, despite a small moment of panic outside the door as to whether we'd dressed up enough for the quaint, smart-looking building. It didn’t take us too long to relax and come to the conclusion that Charlotte's is definitely the kind of place where it's acceptable to turn up wearing knitted jumpers and jeans (as we had done) for a nice drink with a small group of friends, or for dressing up and heading off on a date.

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Some of the most pointless beauty products ever made

Michelle Obama's toned arms are envied all over the world
If advertising is to be believed, women are fickle and shallow creatures more than happy to part with their hard earned cash in exchange for anti-ageing creams promoted by a woman doing nothing but stroke her face with the back of her hand. What’s more likely though is that it’s advertising itself which is to blame for body paranoia and our mass hysteria regarding cellulite, laughter lines and the lack of totally symmetrical eyebrows. 

It all seems very cruel really, but when there’s big money to be made no body, or indeed any part of it, is safe. 

It leads to the creation of what must be the most pointless and ridiculous fashion and beauty related creations ever to hit the market, eagerly designed to take advantage of our induced insecurities.
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The five best small festivals out there (for under £100)

Festivals are fun but expensive. Get more value for money with a cheaper, smaller festival
Now, don’t get me wrong. Glastonbury is excellent. Full of music, theatre, comedy and, well, plain awesomeness. But it is really very expensive. And why would you want to spend £200 seeing four granddads struggle in the mud and the rain when you could spend less than half of that seeing a plethora of acts in surroundings much smaller, quainter and pleasanterer?

So, on that note, here’s my little round-up of five festivals that won’t break your bank.

Chagstock Festival, Chagford, Devon - £65 (19-20 July) 
This place sees the reunion of Irish New Wave legends The Boomtown Rats, alongside that lovable rogue Billy Bragg. Though they are the only big names to grace 2013’s Chagstock at the moment, last year saw the likes of KT Tunstall, Fun Lovin’s Criminals & The Martin Harley Band grace the stage. Not a bad innings for this delightful little not-for-profit fest!

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Give your brain a boost with blueberries

Tuesday 2 April 2013
Blueberries are nature's superfood for concentration, energy levels and alertnessI'm all about fitness. Healthy heart, healthy mind and all that. But I can't seem to find the energy for a professional life, social life and running miles a day to keep fit and healthy. Am I asking too much? I don't think so. So when I was promised  more energy simply by necking a shot of blueberry, I was intrigued.

My BlueberryActive Concentrate arrived just as I went out for a run. After 30 minutes of satanic hill sprints, I added two dessert spoons to a glass of water for a post-workout pick me up. I'll admit, I drank it to quench my thirst, as I was dying in a pool of my own sweat on the kitchen floor, rather than savour the flavour. I have to say, it tastes divine, the most blueberry-tasting thing ever. And the smell is amazing too, not like a cordial or synthetic aroma. Ribena this ain't.

It's made of 100% blueberries and no preservatives (win) but each serving is a terrifying 100 calories – so I was quite nervous that if it didn’t work I’d just be consuming extra calories I'd have to then burn off. However, a recent experiment by The Food Hospital showed a mid-morning blueberry smoothie helps avoid the dreaded 2pm slump. Results concluded memory and concentration levels increased by 3% in the afternoon during week two. So, it was worth a shot. Literally.

On the first day I was full until dinner, which for a picky eater like me was ideal. Subsequently, I tried BlueberryActive swirled through yoghurt atop pancakes, in orange juice, berry smoothies and added to elderflower concentrate. All were delicious. Try the pancakes. It's amazing.

BlueberryActive is a dietary suppliment whoch can help with enegry levels and boost concentrationI don’t know if it was the placebo effect that made me snack less, or if blueberries are truly the most super of all super foods, but during the week I did eat a lot less junk than usual. I’d taken a week off, which is often a huge danger zone for my healthy eating. I go snack crazy because I lack structure and end up munching because I’m bored. While I was berried up I still snacked (it was baking week. So much good bad stuff), but I didn’t have a single ‘three cupcakes and a packet of crisps washed down with a milkshake and five cookies’ moment.

I’d like to attribute this to my commitment to health and wellness, but it’s far more likely to be the berry concentrate than my dietary restraint. I’m a little oinky piggy sometimes, and anything that assists me in limiting my refined sugar intake is worth it to me.

Would I buy it with my own English pounds? Yes, I probably would. I’d quite like to try it during my usual weekday routine when I’m busier – I think the effects would be even more noticeable. If you’re prone to snacking and need something to boost your energy and general alertness, I’d really recommend giving it a go. Unless you hate blueberries that is…

You can pick a bottle up from any Holland & Barrett store, or online at CherryActive.
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Anyone for a slice of Chanel cake?

With a portfolio of cakes that look far too good to eat under their belt, Northumberland's Symphony in Sugar have created designs for the rich and famous using iconic luxury items as their inspiration. From red-soled Louboutin to Pandora jewellery, and KTM motorbikes to Rolex watches, there's nothing this trio won't try and replicate. So I had a little chat with them to find out what they're all about.

Slice of Bombay Sapphire, anyone?

Who are you all? 
There are three of us. David and Clare, who are married, and me, Christine. I’m Clare’s mum’s next door neighbour. [See why making friends with your neighbours is a good idea? – Laura]

Why did you start Symphony in Sugar?  
Clare's nephew wanted an Xbox cake, but it was going to cost about £100 with a local cake maker. So Clare decided to give it a go herself and save some pennies. It was brilliant. I saw the photograph on Facebook and shared it with friends. It got so many compliments.

So when did it all begin?  
That happened about three years ago. For a long time we just made cakes for family and friends, mainly to gain experience and perfect our technique. Our friends and family are our biggest supporters - we've only done two wedding fayres and haven't taken out any mainstream advertising – so all our business is through word of mouth and social media.

So you make cakes all day? It must be delicious... 
Clare and I both have three children to care for. We also both have one-year-olds (bad timing, we know) so it's family first. Any free hours are thrown into the cakes. Dave took over from Clare while she was pregnant, as she couldn’t stand to be around raw eggs! Tricky when they’re a main ingredient. Since then he has taken over 90% of the baking and does all the modelling. It works perfectly, he's nicknamed the cake ninja.

What do most people want a slice of?
Without a doubt the Pandora, Chanel and the Rolex watch.

Have there been any challenges? 
Honestly, there have been many occasions when we've nearly called time on it. We moved the business from a home, to a shop, and then back home in the last year or so. So it’s just finding out what works best for us. It’s very stressful, but then it’s also very rewarding. I love seeing the shock on peoples’ faces when they see their cake for the first time. 

Do you use your talent for charity?
We do. This year we donated a beautiful cake that was auctioned at the Diamonds and Ice Ball for Tiny Lives. We've just started raising money for Fabrice Muamba's Hearts and Goals charity too, so hopefully we'll get to do something amazing for them. Maybe a cake defibrillator!

So which celebs have enjoyed your creations? 
We’ve made cakes for several celebrities. First one being the Royal Wedding Garden Party Cake for Ant and Dec at Ant’s home in London. Then there was an adidas themed cake for Example, Monty Magpie for NUFC, Blue Lamp Foundation cake for Duncan Bannatyne, MTV's Geordie Shore, an Alice in Wonderland Dessert table for Ricky and Vicky, and a model of Brenda Blethyn's Landrover 'the beast' from ITV's Vera.

Which one gets the most rave reviews? 
The Xbox was the first cake ever made so we were obviously loving that, but I think the first cake that everyone was in awe of was the Chanel handbag and shoe cake. We can turn a cake like that around in a day, but the shoe is also edible and is hardened and sanded into shape. So that process starts at least a week before.

It all sounds lovely. So what advice would you give to someone who wants to start their own cake business? 
It’s not a piece of cake! Be prepared for a bumpy ride, try and work a second job alongside until you're fully established. It costs so much money for the right tools and machinery, so most of what you bring in initially will go straight back out for new purchases. And don't undervalue your work; put a pricing strategy in place and know exactly how much it costs to make your cake.
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