BY her own admission, Victoria Beckham says she’s “every restaurant’s worst nightmare” with her peculiar food fads and strict diet.
Now Michelin-star chef Dani Garcia claims his carefully curated menu for footballer Sergio Ramos’ wedding was thrown into turmoil due to Victoria’s peculiar demands of coconut water and mints.
He said she forced him to change the whole menu just for her.
Seems a bit harsh of him to out her like that, but as someone who absolutely thrives on cooking and food, I seriously wonder what enjoyment Victoria gets out of life.
I mean, the girl’s idea of “comfort food” is wholemeal toast with salt on it.
Even her hubby David says she’s eaten the same thing for the past 30 years, which sounds sad and must make for a miserable existence.
Granted, she looks amazing on it. But is that really the point of food?
Are you supposed to restrict and deny yourself meals in order that you can remain stick-thin and look eternally youthful?
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I live to eat and could never imagine turning down certain foods because my sole ambition is to remain trim.
It seems such a shame when she is in a position to go to the finest restaurants in the world and employ the very best chefs.
And then all she ends up eating is steamed fish or toast.
It feels like wealth is wasted on the super-rich, sometimes.
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ROUND UP RAPISTS
AS she stood in court awaiting sentencing for sex trafficking, Ghislaine Maxwell’s statement rang painfully hollow to all of us who have followed this sordid tale of rape and abuse of women.
To her victims, it must have added considerable insult to their already injured lives.
Maxwell acknowledged the suffering of her victims but claimed that she, too, had been a victim.
This was some kind of sick backhanded apology which teetered between trying to appease those whose lives were irreparably damaged while giving no indication of accepting any responsibility for her actions.
I have no empathy for Maxwell. She can plead for victim status all she likes.
She saw to it that girls and young women continued to be raped, abused and threatened.
Women whose lives will never be the same again; who’ve attempted suicide; whose views and attitudes to subsequent relationships will be for ever overshadowed by what they had to endure.
But their fight is far from over. It’s 2022 and where are we? We are living in a time when we find a WOMAN standing in the dock and found guilty of being associated with crimes committed by men. Lots of men. How many we don’t know.
Maxwell is most definitely guilty of procuring minors for prostitution — and then some — but the rapes and the abuse were, by far, committed by men. And yet no man — aside from Jeffrey Epstein— has been found guilty.
Not even one of the most notorious men who associated with Epstein: Prince Andrew.
The case against him was in a civil court which did not conclude guilt because he chose to pay his alleged victim, Virginia Giuffre, a financial settlement. He has always toed a line of innocence, memory loss and absolute denial.
Meanwhile, yet another woman is paying the settlement to his alleged victim: Her Majesty the Queen. How warped is that?
Surely this is not progress. Women still fighting the long fight against perpetrators who have raped and abused them and yet, as I’ve written about previously, rape convictions remain shockingly low, with just 1.3 per cent of cases being assigned an outcome in UK.
Why do we still find it so hard to believe female victims, support them and ensure the men who have violated them are convicted?
Here we have a case where countless wealthy, well-connected men have committed heinous and predatory crimes against young women, and not one of them has been brought to justice.
How many men walked into Epstein’s apartment or visited his private island to commit crime and violence against vulnerable women?
Where are they?
There may be some people who might somehow view these crimes as lesser because they took place in exclusive locations — on private islands and in plush apartments — surrounded by wealth and opulence, not in some ghastly back alley in the dead of night.
These cases may not be what we would traditionally consider trafficking and modern slavery to be.
And it may be for this very reason that it has taken so long for the women to come forward because they were perpetrated at a time when they didn’t think they would be believed and they were threatened thus by Epstein and Maxwell.
It was a time when many would not have considered rape to happen in a place you willingly attended.
But we know different now. So I salute those women who waived their anonymity to expose the vile crimes committed and explain how it impacted their lives. I applaud their bravery, their courage to come forward and finally, hopefully, they will now find some small consolation in seeing Maxwell go down.
Maxwell is guilty — of that there is no doubt — but so are the men who committed the attacks as a result of her and Epstein’s soliciting.
Not only is it painfully ironic that we see a woman in court convicted of crimes against other women, but her sentence of 20 years is also considerably harsher than what a rapist would get. He probably wouldn’t get half that.
Now is the time to seek out these men and convict them.
Until that day, these brave young women’s fight is not over.
Thank ew for saying
I RECALL being extremely shocked when, in 2017, Ewan McGregor’s 22-year marriage came to an end.
He and wife Eve seemed like a “for ever couple” who had one of the strongest marriages in showbiz. But he fell in love with someone else and that was that.
Now he has opened up about that time and explained how “a divorce in a family is a bomb going off in everyone’s life, the sort of healing that is ongoing”.
It’s refreshing to hear a man talk about the end of a relationship because, traditionally, it seems so rare that men engage emotionally in this way. Normally we see that as the role of women.
Point is, Ewan is absolutely spot-on. His comments really brought back memories of when, five years ago, I finally came to the conclusion that I could no longer remain in my ten-year marriage – a relationship that had lasted 12 years.
It had been a long time leading up to that decision and because, as Ewan says, you know it will be like a bomb going off, you don’t take that decision lightly.
It affected so many people around me. The fallout and collateral damage wasn’t pretty.
It took years to heal and help everyone recover.
And I suppose it’s that prospect that stops people bringing things to an end, even when they really ought to.
It’s a daunting act that represents fear and damage and pain and hurt and upheaval. But there really is light beyond all that.
And it was nice to hear a bloke open up about it. Even just a bit.
Deb's lesson for life
DAME DEBORAH JAMES’s remarkable campaigning at a time when most people would choose to withdraw to some quiet corner of the world to deal with their terminal illness proved just how wilful and selfless she was.
In fact, she was instrumental in me begging a very good friend to go to the doctor about her problematic poo. That wouldn’t have happened without Deborah’s loud voice.
She taught us to embrace life and make our lives count – something I hope stays with us well into the future and is never forgotten.
But the most poignant legacy she leaves behind is not about living. It’s about dying.
She showed us it IS possible to have a good death. Of course, not everyone will get the opportunity to plan their death, which was the only kind thing her terminal illness afforded her.
As a society, we are notoriously bad at dealing with the end of life. We struggle to talk about it, to think about it and to face it.
When she announced she was receiving end-of-life care, Dame Debs allowed us to see how cancer had ravaged her and how it tried its utmost to diminish her.
It hit me really hard seeing her like that but I can’t pretend I didn’t believe she perhaps would never die – such was her dynamism and vibrancy.
Revealing to us those final stages gave us greater understanding of life and death.
This incredible woman lived more in her 40 years than some people do in 80.
And, of course, her illness didn’t ever diminish her one bit. Because wherever she is right now, I can guarantee she’ll be dancing, singing and shining bright.
And, obviously, telling everyone around her to check their poo.