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Scotland Yard has defended the detention of the partner of a Guardian journalist at the centre of revelations about US and British security services, saying it was ‘legally and procedurally sound’.
The police force also denied allegations David Miranda, 28, was not given access to a lawyer while he was being questioned.
Mr Miranda, the partner of Glenn Greenwald, was held under anti-terrorism laws for nine hours at Heathrow airport as he changed planes during his journey from Berlin to his home in Brazil.
Mr Greenwald, who has worked closely with American whistle-blower Edward Snowden while reporting on the actions of the NSA and GCHQ security services, described Mr Miranda’s detention as a ‘profound attack on press freedoms and the news-gathering process’.
However, in response the Metropolitan police said the use of the Terrorism Act to detain the Brazilian national had been ‘legally sound’.
The force said in a statement:…
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Oh Wolverine. I’ve been an X-Men fan since the early 90s when I saw a cartoon called “Pryde of the X-Men” randomly on a Saturday morning and then subsequently got a trade paperback of “The Dark Phoenix Saga” and became a little obsessed. The action! The pathos! The imagination! I couldn’t get enough. X-Men was my gateway drug into superhero fiction and I fell into a deep, dark hole of it. Maybe it was the metaphor of outsiders finding their places in a world that hates and fears them resonating with me but I also fell in love with the characters. Except Wolverine (and Cyclops, but everyone hates him so this is not a huge admission) who is in my opinion a wildly overrated character.
Granted his movie incarnation has been, at least in terms of characterization, a huge improvement. Hugh Jackman has really done wonders
for the character in…
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To quote Broadcast News, I’m mad as Hell and I’m not going to take it anymore. I’m tired of the sexism in the movie industry. A recent issue of Entertainment Weekly lists the 100 best movies of all time. Dirty Dancing and movies of its ilk (Clueless, etc.) are not on the list. Goldfinger, however is. Boy fantasies are critical darlings. Girl fantasies are not.
Dirty Dancing is a girl fantasy. It is actually a specific kind of girl fantasy. Summarizing the plot of this film may not be necessary given that everybody who doesn’t live under a rock has seen the movie. In any event, for those of you who live under a rock the plot is thus: smart, outspoken Jewish girl meets hunky dancer from wrong side of the tracks in a Catskills resort in the early 1960s. Patrick Swayze is smokin’ hot. …
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By Ellen Hill
The first hotel in Australia’s first tourist destination will celebrate its 130th birthday on August 15 – and after a nine-year $10 million facelift, The Carrington Hotel hasn’t looked this good in years.
Renamed after former NSW Governor (1885-90) Lord Carrington who visited in September 1887, the Great Western Hotel was built by Sydney hotelier Harry Rowell and opened in 1883.
It was one of the finest British colonial hotels in the world, a favourite for international visitors, the elite of Sydney and those eager to see the natural wonders of the Blue Mountains.
An August 13, 1883, newspaper advertisement in the Apartments, Board and Residence Column under “B’’ for Blue Mountains reads: “BLUE MOUNTAINS. GREAT WESTERN HOTEL, Katoomba, will open on 15th August for the accommodation of the public. Apply HARRY G ROWELL Proprietor.’’
Mr F C Goyder later extended the hotel and is…
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“Hello, Mr. Khale?” a voice shouted through the haze of a sound sleep, followed by loud pounding on wood. I looked over at my watch, 6 in the morning for a guy who works till 8 at night is WAY too early. It was probably the electricity bill collector, so I decided to ignore it and pretend to not be home. A minute later, additional heavy door knocking and additional loud calls came my way. This was getting annoying; couldn’t he come at a reasonable hour? Then I remembered, my landlord had said he would come by today to fix the pipes that were leaking water out onto the road. I had told him to come at 10:30 AM, but apparently he’d missed that memo. I felt a bit annoyed, “Didn’t he remember that I told him to not come too early?” So I decided to dig-in and wait till…
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It was a hot day in July. We were invited to attend a wedding in the Italian Alps but we couldn’t resist sneaking out and wandering around the magnificent lake of Como. From Lecco to dreamy Bellagio, to the city of Como, through the steep lake road, cobble streets and oleander trees. We were high on the Italian Dolce Vita con prosciutto crudo, sorbetto and gelatto. But George was nowhere to be found.