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Daily Mail
9 hours ago
- Daily Mail
A drink-fuelled party in Saudi Arabia, sex on a balcony and a cover-up that went to the heart of the British Establishment. New documentary re-examines infamous case of nurse Helen Smith and her VERY inconvenient death in the desert
On the morning of May 20, 1979, a young student named Graham Smith received an urgent message to telephone his father. 'I knew there was something wrong because he wouldn't call like that normally,' he reflects.
Daily Mail
17 hours ago
- Entertainment
- Daily Mail
Internet shocked after tribute tattoo for young girl goes HORRIBLY wrong: 'Demon-like'
A tattoo meant to be a tribute to a child went horribly wrong after the internet claimed the heartwarming body art looked more like a 'demon' than a baby. Back in April, tattoo artist Thomas Tattoos, from Cairo, Egypt, shared a now-viral clip showcasing the ink design of a young girl that he had done on a man's chest. He wiped away access ink to reveal the permanent body art, but many people on the web felt that tat was a little scarier than expected. What should have been the face of a smiling baby girl was replaced with, what some described as 'Shrek's kid,' 'Gollum from Lord of the Rings,' or a 'demon.' The tattoo was very dark with intense shading on her face, and it appeared that her eyes and nose weren't done correctly, leaving the father with a jarring new piece. Thomas also tattooed the child's name - Tallin - at the bottom of the portrait in dark lettering. The video has amassed over 30.6 million views in over a month, and users rushed to the comment section to express their horror. 'What days are you closed?' someone asked, while another joked, 'Ayo do you accept walkouts?' 'Just needs some shading. A black four-inch square over the whole thing will make it pop,' a different user suggested. 'I don't have an appointment, but I still want to cancel,' one person wrote. 'They kept wiping it as if it was going to get better,' another comment read. In another post about the tattoo, Thomas placed the stencil next to the complete piece to show a before and after. But that only erupted in more backlash from his followers, who pointed out that there was a clear difference between the two. 'Poor little girl! The tattooist made her look like Gollum from Lord of the Rings. Do you really believe that you can tattoo?' someone penned. 'I honestly don't believe you [have] customers. They must not see how you work before they book in.' 'This post is bad for business. Haha,' another responded. 'Not every artist can do portraits. With all due respect, please don't,' a different person requested. 'Brother, respectfully, this is terrible. You really should apologize to him and give him a full refund,' someone else shared. 'Then set him up with another tattoo artist who can do it properly then cover up the mess you made.' 'Shrek called - he wants his kids back,' a different person said.
Yahoo
19 hours ago
- General
- Yahoo
Dear Abby: How do I protect my gay dad from my homophobic husband?
DEAR ABBY: In the four years my husband and I have been married, his distaste for the LGBTQ community has grown into a passion. He calls it immoral and unnatural. I've never tried to change his opinion, but because I don't enthusiastically agree with him, he is convinced I'm going to hell. He uses nearly every conversation as an opportunity to share his feelings on this issue. Any response I volunteer goes unheard. Shortly after our wedding, my father revealed he is gay. Thankfully, my husband can be kind to him while disapproving of his sexuality. I'm not sure Dad knows the extent of my husband's negative feelings. (They live in different states, so they rarely see each other.) My problem is, my father recently became engaged to his partner, and I'm not sure how to tell my husband. I'm not asking him to agree with my dad's life, but I don't want him to steal my joy over this event or make me feel guilty for going to their wedding. I will certainly be going alone. Advice, Abby? — ALLY IN MICHIGAN DEAR ALLY: Yes, I do have some. However, it is more far-reaching than you may expect. That your husband discounts or 'doesn't hear' what you need to communicate to him does not bode well for the future of your marriage. Your father's sexual orientation may be abhorrent to your husband, but it is not 'unnatural.' If you wish to attend your father's wedding, do it, and do not feel guilty for supporting him at this important time. You are not going to hell for loving and accepting your father — quite the opposite, in fact. DEAR ABBY: We have been friends with a couple for many, many years. Unfortunately, someone took some items out of their house. Our long friendship is now over because they think we stole from them. Although they have gotten over it, we cannot. They say it's 'in the past' and it's time to move on. They can't understand that we feel so insulted that we no longer want to remain friends with them. They never offered an apology, which makes us feel they still doubt us. Are we oversensitive? — INNOCENT IN NEW HAMPSHIRE DEAR INNOCENT: No, you are not. In light of the fact that you never received an apology for the wrongful accusation, it makes sense that you not put yourselves in the position of being accused again. DEAR ABBY: My stepdaughter-in-law and I had words several months ago. Within a few days, I received an apology, and I apologized to her for my response. Since then, she has blocked me and told a mutual friend she won't be coming to family gatherings, which she rarely attended anyway. We recently attended the funeral of a close family friend. She came, but I noticed she seemed unusually quiet and uncomfortable. She barely spoke unless spoken to but did hug me goodbye. Should I ask her why she blocked me or let it go? — CONFOUNDED IN TEXAS DEAR CONFOUNDED: Your stepdaughter-in-law is starting to thaw. If I were you, I would let sleeping dogs lie. Dear Abby is written by Abigail Van Buren, also known as Jeanne Phillips, and was founded by her mother, Pauline Phillips. Contact Dear Abby at or P.O. Box 69440, Los Angeles, CA 90069.
News.com.au
a day ago
- News.com.au
Baby injured in fire extinguisher attack
Police have released CCTV in a bid to identify those who may be able to assist with the investigation, after the fire extinguisher was stolen, and then discharged into the car. Police are investigating after reports a fire extinguisher was sprayed into a car, injuring a baby girl. Police have released CCTV footage of two people on an e-bike after the fire extinguisher was stolen, and then allegedly discharged into the car at Slippy Downs on the Sunshine Coast on Sunday, June 15. The stolen extinguisher was reportedly sprayed through the rear window of a silver Suzuki Vitara stopped at traffic lights on High Street around 7.50pm. The whole car was covered in white smoke and powder. A five-month-old girl was strapped into the baby seat of the car, being driven by her dad. Both suffered minor injuries in the attack. The dad struggled to breathe as he rushed to take his daughter from the car. She was later taken to hospital and treated for dry skin, rash and bloodshot eyes. The fire extinguisher was stolen hours earlier from a carpark on Courage Street, police confirmed. The baby's mother broke down, speaking to 7NEWS. 'Grow up, stop terrorising people, do good with your life,' she said. 'There's absolutely no need for this.' Authorities have urged anyone with information to contact police.
Yahoo
a day ago
- General
- Yahoo
I have older parents and always worried they wouldn't be here for milestones. However, I've realized there are benefits to their age, too.
When I was born, my parents were in their late 30s. Once I realized they were older than most of my friends' parents, I started to worry. However, my anxiety has subsided over the years; I've learned to be grateful for the time we have. When I was born in the winter of 1991, my mother was 39 years old. She turned 40 before my first birthday, while my dad hit the big 4-0 when I was only 2. Their reasoning for having children later than many of their peers was multifaceted: they didn't meet until their late 20s, then school took center stage for a decade or so, pushing kids out of the picture for another decade. For much of my early childhood, I didn't know the difference between my parents and my friends' (often younger) parents. In fact, I don't think I can point to a single instance when my parents' age even crossed my mind before I entered elementary school. They were just my parents — my playmates and role models — and that was it. Then, while chatting on the first-grade playground, a new friend and I started talking about our family members' birthdays and ages. My mom was 46, I told her. With wide eyes, she shared that her mom was just 26. Her grandmother, who'd also had children very young, was only in her early 40s. Suddenly, I came to the staggering realization that my parents were older than some of my friends' grandparents. A quick blip in a casual conversation set off an anxiety that would be hard to shake. My anxiety around my parents' age grew as I got older, as did my generalized anxiety, though I wasn't officially diagnosed with an anxiety disorder until late high school. The most common theme of my worry was losing my parents prematurely because of their age. I remember sitting awake at night, mentally calculating how old each of my parents would be when I reached particular milestones. When I was 10, they'd be nearing 50. When I graduated from high school, their 60s would loom. If I got married at 30, they'd be 70. The math made me feel scared and isolated as I wondered if they'd be there to mark special occasions, like I expected most of my friends' parents to be. Over the years, I noticed subtle and not-so-subtle differences between my parents and others. While many of my friends' parents were fans of modern pop music or enamored with tunes from the '80s, mine introduced me to '60s and '70s classic rock. We had a record player in the living room that spun everything from Pink Floyd to Carole King, remnants of my parents' youth. I know "oldies" were likely a fixture for some younger parents, too, but I grew to love the fact that I could identify songs on the classic rock station — and it became a fun way to connect with my mom and dad, who had seen some of these artists perform live. By the time I reached high school, a trend in my friendships emerged: I was (mostly unconsciously) drawn to friends who were also in the "old parents club." Many of my pals with younger parents were still around, of course, but I made quick bonds with those who could relate to the unique anxieties and delights of having parents with similar (read: more… mature) life experiences. Once I learned I wasn't alone in my plight, I slowly began to see my situation as more of a blessing than a curse. As each life experience was checked off my list — high school graduation, college, first "real" job, engagement, marriage, and eventually having my own daughter at age 32 — I was overwhelmed with gratitude that my parents are still around. I'd made the painful realization that age wasn't the only metric in my worries; I watched friends and classmates lose parents of all ages far too early, which drove home the point that even if my parents had been 25 when I was born, it wouldn't have guaranteed a darn thing. Today, I watch my parents enjoy new grandparenthood in their 70s, and I still grapple with a mixture of appreciation and nagging anxiety. My childhood worries (and mental math-ing) haven't entirely subsided, though I manage them more effectively with a combination of therapy, medication, and mindfulness. While I struggle to assuage the very human experience of anticipatory grief, I'm determined not to waste the present moment lamenting uncertainties about the future. And while I might snarkily poke fun at my parents for falling into baby boomer stereotypes (like accidentally texting me 10-minute-long voice memos of nothing but grocery store background noise) on occasion, gratitude prevails. Gratitude for the childhood they gave me and my brother, for spending their 40s and 50s chasing me around on all my shenanigans, for the things they continue to teach me, and for their dedication to showing up for me and my daughter — even when their knees are a bit creaky. All of it has happened right on time. Read the original article on Business Insider
