The Beatles Again — in Osaka, Japan?



Want to hear the Beatles? Then have you considered going to Japan. I have never heard as many Beatle songs, in my life, as a recent trip to Osaka. What is it about the Beatles? Why Japan?
Picture yourself at the Yodobashi Camera store in central Osaka: a huge fashion and electronics store . For whatever reason the Beatles were on constant play when I visited. “I don’t mind,” said a shop assistant. “You soon tune out.” (Apparently the manager is a huge Beatles fan.)
Walk through the electronics district of Den Den Town, in Namba, Osaka, and you will notice chain stores called /Strawberry Fields /and /Yellow Submarine/.
Even – and I am a little bit embarrassed here – the male toilets at Fukushima Station, one stop away from the centre of Osaka, have an odd Beatles reference—designer tiles that say, “Apple pie is a great recipe for everybody who loves the Beatles. Yam.Yam.” It makes no sense, may be it's just hip English – yet still it’s another reference to the Beatles. Please, please, me.
Here, there and everywhere: shops, cafes, toilets. Conversations about musical interests even manage to swing toward the Beatles in my regular breakfast visit to the Ura Café, in Fukushima. Kozo Mabuchi, the wonderful host, turns out to be a big Beatles fan. Kozo knows all the albums, has seen Paul McCartney in concert, and loves the solo work of John Lennon. “I have learnt Blackbird on the guitar,” he says one morning.
So, what is it about the Beatles? Why am I experiencing this in Japan?
Research tells me that the Beatles toured Japan in 1966- never visiting Osaka. The tour became famous because of its over-zealous security, public protests about the band playing the Budokan venue, and the great NHK recording of the Tokyo concerts – this can be seen on Youtube. Then, of course, there is Yoko Ono and the official John Lennon Museum in Tokyo. Japan has also released the greatest number of Beatle album pressings of any country. Wherever I go the Beatles pop up: T-shirts, posters, in cafes. It's all too much.


Beatles Cavern Club
Finally there is the Beatles Cavern Club. ( Listen, do you want to know a secret?) I discover this, by accident, one afternoon when walking through central Osaka. It is an old style British pub nestled among office buildings, bars, cafes and love hotels. What attracts me is the old Tudor style – the cross hatching of wooden beams reminiscent of an English pub. On it wall is a large image of the Abbey Road album cover. Curiously, it is in reverse. ( You can't do that).
I decide to visit the club a few days later – cautious that I might see a corny cover band. What I see is a great surprise.
It is a quiet weekday evening when I enter and there is no cover charge – just slightly inflated meal and drink charges.The lighting is low. Behind the bar a barman is waiting to serve drinks. A cabinet contains Beatle memorabilia: albums, press clippings and an authenticated brick from the original Cavern Club in Liverpool.
A sound mixer is preparing the mixing desk. Toward the front of the room, where several people are sitting at tables - smoking, chatting - is a stage reminiscent of the Beatles: a set up of microphones, guitars and the unique Ludwig drum kit with its simple yet iconic black and white lettering. Behind the stage, crossed by those strange English Tudor style cross beams, are four late career photos of the Beatles.
I order a drink and sit at a table. Reading a brochure - mostly in Japanese – I notice that an upcoming night will be celebrating George Harrison’s birthday. (They say it's your birthday. We're gonna have a good time.)
The tribute band that will be playing tonight is called /The Bambies/. I don’t cringe at the name, imagining the cute story of the deer. I am used to these anomalies in Japanese English.
I see one of the members of the band – in characteristic gray Beatle suit – and introduce myself. His name is Sasabe Taka-aki. He is the drummer – Ringo.
We talk about the night. “We play four times a night,” says Sasabe. “We play at 7.30, 8.40, 9.50 and 11.00. We do an extra performance at 12 midnight on Fridays and Saturdays.”
The band will play six songs in each set, two of which are requests.
Sasabe is new to the band and has come to the Beatles fairly late in life. It is clear he has many other musical interests and relishes this regular gig.
Shortly afterwards the band appears on stage. All members are in gray suits - no wigs, thankfully – and it is clear that the band is not into impersonation but rather capturing an essence of the Beatles’ sound and look.
The first few songs include “Drive My Car,” “I’m Happy Just to Dance with You,” “Here, There and Everywhere,” “No Reply” and “Boys.” The audience favorite is “I Want to Hold Your Hand.” It is clear that the early Beatles sound, with its rising harmonies and choruses, is the most appreciated.
The playing is tight and inspired. Each member following a style of playing that we associate with the band: McCartney’s Höfner bass, Ringo’s characteristic drum kit, Harrison’s rhythm guitar, and Lennon, leaning into the microphone, sharing with Harrison.
I chat to Koutaro Goto, the John Lennon of the band. He is older and a very seasoned player, having played in cover bands for a number of years, covering songs for artists such as Eric Clapton, Jeff Beck, Toto and Sting.
“We even played in Tokyo as the Bambies, one and a half years ago,” says Goto.
Goto shares vocals during the night and moves to synthesizer, creating a surprising sophistication to later Beatle songs such as “Hello Goodbye.”
I stay for the second and third sets and hear a variety of songs – a mixture of early to late Beatles - including tracks such as “All My Loving,” “Get Back,” “Birthday,” “Act Naturally” and “Everybody’s Trying to be My Baby.”
I even get to hear my cheeky request – the lesser known song “Hey Bulldog.” The band plays it extremely well. It becomes clear to me that this song - one of the Beatles oddities - has in fact matured with time. It has a real ‘90s guitar sound, not lost on the young guitarists, who relish the driving guitar riffs and belt out a fantastic version.
I am really impressed by the evening’s performance – there is great musicianship. This is not an impersonation, or a ritualistic paid gig. It is a sophisticated interpretation of Beatle music and one that shows a deep and studied interest.
While the venue no doubt picks up tourists curious at the English style pub, and an opportunity to see a Japanese Beatle cover band, it is apparent that this venue is also catering for a local clientele. “Thirty percent of the audience is regulars,” says Goto.
There is no doubt a small yet solid core of Beatle fans who enjoy an atmosphere in which they can savor the sound, and share like-minded interests. We tend to forget that there have been small yet enthusiastic interest groups in Japan , for many years, who have savored music such as jazz ( see my article on Jazz Cafes) as well as the Beatles.
What becomes apparent, as this night progresses, is how much integrity there is in the performance. This is something echoed by the international Beatle community - Japan is well known for its excellent Beatle Cover bands. Some kind of happiness is measured out in miles.
With other Cavern Club style venues in Tokyo, and bands with names such as T/he Mendips,/ the /Parrots/, the /Bricks/ and the /Silver Beats/, it is clear that the Beatles will not go away. For a country that had a short direct contact with the Beatles there is a deep and long lasting interest.
What I do know, as I walk out of the Cavern Club, is the joy in the experience. Do a dance at the Cavern Club, or do yourself a little jig when shopping next at the Yodobashi Camera store. You will be in good company. (Sorry that I doubted you, I was so unfair.)
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Organizational patterns of elementary education differs from state to state in India

Organizational Patterns of Elementary Education Differs from State to State in India
Delhi: The organizational pattern of elementary education differs among the various States and Union Territories. In some states primary schools are up to grade four and in some others they are up to grade five. While upper primary levels either end at grade seven or eight.
Primary grade levels are one to four are in Assam; Goa; Gujarat; Karnataka; Kerala; Maharashtra; Meghalaya; Mizoram; Nagaland; West Bengal; D & N Haveli; Daman & Diu; Lakshadweep. While they are from grade one to five in Andhra Pradesh; Arunachal Pradesh; Bihar; Chattisgarh; Haryana; Himachal Pradesh; Jammu & Kashmir; Jharkhand; Madhya Pradesh; Manipur; Orrisa; Punjab; Rajasthan; Sikkim; Tamil Nadu; Tripura; Uttar Pradesh; Uttrakhand; A & N Islands; Chandigarh; Delhi; Pondicherry.
At the upper primary level, the following states have it from grades five to seven: Assam; Goa; Gujarat, Karnataka; Kerala; Maharashtra; Meghalaya; Mizoram; D & N Haveli; Daman Diu; Lakshadweep.
While in the states of Andhra Pradesh; Arunachal Pradesh; Bihar; Chattisgarh; Haryana; Himachal Pradesh; Jammu & Kashmir; Jharkhand; Madhya Pradesh; Manipur; Orrisa; Punjab; Rajasthan; Sikkim; Tamil Nadu; Tripura; Uttar Pradesh; Uttrakhand; A & N Islands; Chandigarh; Delhi; Lakshadweep the upper primary schools have the grades from five to eight.
Oddly, grade levels five to eight form the upper primary schools in Nagaland and West Bengal, while in the case of Orrisa it is from grade levels six to seven.
In most states of India, elementary education is up to grade level eight while in few states it is up to grade level seven. In these few states, grade level eight is a part of the secondary level of schooling.
The age of admission in grade one is five years in the states of Andhra Pradesh; Goa; Gujarat; Himachal Pradesh; Jammu & Kashmir; Karnataka; Kerla; Maharashtra; Manipur; Mizoram; Orrisa; Punjab; Sikkim; Tamil Nadu; Uttar Pradesh; Uttranchal; West Bengal, Chandigarh; D & N Haveli; Daman & Diu; Delhi; Lakshadweep; Pondicherry.
On the other hand, the age of admission is six years in the states of Arunachal Pradesh; Assam; Bihar; Chattisgarh; Haryana; Jharkand; Madhya Pradesh; Meghalaya; Nagaland; Rajasthan; Tripura; A & N Islands.
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Black Widow surrenders weapons in Assam

Guwahati, Sep 16 (ANI): Over 170 guerillas of the Dima Halam Daogah (Jewel) (DHDJ) or Black Widow have commenced surrendering their weapons from Wednesday.
Earlier on Sunday, nearly 193 rebels of the DHDJ had surrendered their weapons well ahead of the deadline given by Union Home Minister P. Chidambaram.
Chidambaram had asked the banned ultras to surrender weapons before September 15.
The DHD (J) is responsible for creating terror in the North Cachar Hill District of Assam for last six years, during which over 300 people have been killed.
Among those who surrendered arms were Daniel Dimasa, Daku Dimasa, David Dimasa and Nalo Dimasa who were considered as hardcore militants.
According to the new rules for facilitating peace talks with the militant organization, an outfit has to first abjure violence by depositing weapons and stay away from extortion by moving to designated camps. Only its top leadership will be allowed to sit for talks.
Defence spokesman, Col.R Kalia, said those who have deposited weapons have been kept in two temporary camps at Kapuchera and Jatinga under heavy escort by troops of the Red Shield Division of the Army.
A formal surrender ceremony would be held at Haflong later in the month in the presence of the State Chief Minister Tarun Gogoi, sources said.
The breakaway group of the DHD (J) led by James Dimasa are still undecided on joining the peace process.
According to Additional Director General (Special Branch) Khagen Sarmah, all the cadres of the outfit are expected to surrender their weapons in the next couple of days.
The government has adopted a multi-dimensional strategy in North Cachar Hills with strong deployment of security forces. The brigade headquarters of the Army at Haflong has coordinating all the efforts.
Till now 373 insurgents have come over-ground depositing 136 weapons including AK series weapons, M16 rifles, INSAS rifles, rocket launchers, grenades and wireless sets, sources said.
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Online dating for lesbians? Forget it

Lucy Ledstone got a great response when, single at 45, she posted an internet dating profile. But she found that lesbians are just as likely as men to lie online
Two women in a bar.
Hello. My name is Lucy*. You answered my advert in the personal columns”. I have come to dread this opening gambit. What it means in reality is that I’m about to embark on an awkward phone conversation with a lesbian with whom I’m wildly incompatible.
At 45, I have had two long term relationships and would rather like another. Working alone means that she is unlikely to be a colleague. I have a fabulous bunch of close gay women friends, every single one of whom is in a partnership that has spanned over a decade and stands a good chance of lasting until one partner dies. Having known them for years, I also know their other lesbian friends. If chemistry was going to spark with any of them, it would have done so by now. So the logical step was surely to widen my horizons?
What I didn’t predict was that the search would be as tricky as climbing K2 in stilettos. Obviously the lucky dip is far smaller. You can’t just wander up to an attractive woman sitting alone in a café and enquire as to her sexuality. Twenty years ago, Time Out was the mecca for lesbians seeking a partner. You hid behind a box number, then sat back and waited for the hundreds of written responses that would drop through your letterbox for four weeks. But the internet changed all that. Hugely popular sites such as match.com can take credit for many a successful coupling, but they cater predominantly for heterosexuals.
The very idea of online dating brought every lesbian I mentioned it to out in hives. “You’ll never find a decent partner. It’s for weirdos,” they snorted from their vantage point of cosy coupledom. An exploratory click on Gaydar Girls and Pink Sofa revealed thousands of gay women. Surely one of them loved Tate Modern, Mike Leigh films and Question Time, didn’t look like a trucker and considered monogamy desirable rather than a daily struggle?
My pioneer spirit kicked in and I knocked out what, if I say so myself, was a pretty snappy profile. Cue an avalanche of winks and smiles. My request that we speak on the phone rather than message for months elicited several sudden disappearances. When it comes to profile whoppers, heterosexuals do not have the monopoly. Gay women also forget to mention that they live with someone or that the picture was taken 12 years ago and time hasn’t been kind. Occupations, interests and self-descriptions are tweaked radically so that a video hire shop assistant has a “career in senior management”. For “exciting job in travel”, read motorbike courier. “My freedom is important to me” can be a polite euphemism for “I’m sleeping with several other women”.
Lesbian dating sites offer a wealth of opportunities for those seeking virtual and clubbing buddies or occasional booty calls, but are, in my experience, the wrong medium for a 40-something woman who is more interested in ultimately sharing a Waitrose trolley.
There are just too many commitmentphobes, gals only seeking pals, players and newly smashed hearts. Cases of “still in love with my ex” syndrome abound. Lesbians are notorious for ending a partnership on the Friday and setting out to find a new one on the Monday.
This phenomenon can lead to a minefield of exes with profiles on the same site. “She loved her pug more than me and had two affairs” hissed one woman malevolently. I had reason to be grateful for this snippet when a particularly witty correspondent unlocked her photo to reveal herself relaxing on a sofa shared with a snoozing pug.
I spoke to a total of 15 women after several weeks of online banter suggested that we might have common ground. My nicotine habit understandably meant that, for some, our first conversation was also our last. The fashionista messaged through a curt “No thanks” after I sent her a photo, which prompted serious wardrobe anxiety.
Another cut our call short because I sounded “too middle class”. The apparent extrovert with a fine line in bon mots turned out to be a lonely agoraphobic who asked me to meet her in her own home. The sozzled, prolific 2am texter, the one who pinged through a snap of her breasts and the woman who shouted at me for asking if I could call back later because a friend had dropped in unexpectedly were jettisoned. As were two women who were still living with their exes.
Undaunted, I popped a personal advert in a serious newspaper. Foolishly, I thought I’d been pretty specific: professional gay female of above average intelligence and appearance who is passionate about the arts and cooking seeking similar who does not have children, is comfortable with her sexuality and serious about finding a lasting relationship.
Respondent number one, Joanne, left a charming message in elegantly husky tones, but my bubble of optimism bursts rapidly as she reveals herself to be a bisexual mother of two under-10s. “Not really sure what I want. Men are handy when it comes to DIY but they’re so untidy. Women make less mess but they get SO jealous”. Joanne fesses up to same-sex flings, but nobody in her inner circle knows this and its imperative that they never do. Her sons would freak.
Um, so how did she envisage operating? “I’ve got a spare room,” she volunteers, airily. Um, how many middle-aged lesbians who have been out for two decades does she imagine would be happy to spend their weekends retiring solo to her loft conversion? An awkward pause. “I think what I’m really looking for is a lodger,” she confessed. Um, how many home-owning gay women did she think might be sorely tempted to rent her attic?
The promising-sounding respondent number two was a stunning professional female of above average intelligence, but had only just acknowledged her latent lesbianism at 54 after a long, unhappy marriage. Oh puhleeze. Five decades of life to muster up the courage to admit which gender you want to climb under the duvet with?
Dinner had rocked along nicely until, face flushed with Merlot, she blurted this out. Clearly keen to make up for lost time, she confided that she had yet to sleep with a woman and began stroking my hand with a worrying degree of urgency.
Any advice as to how to tell her 87-year-old mother? My expression must have hinted at my overwhelming desire to push my chair back and flee. Whatever it revealed prompted Francesca to down two large glasses in 15 minutes flat and unsteadily proffer John Lewis vouchers for her share of the bill. “This is a gastropub. They won’t take them here,” I said.
Then came the vegan non-driver wanting to meet similar who had omitted to mention this non-negotiable requirement during our initial phone chat. We met for breakfast. I parked outside and ordered bacon and egg. She looked appalled. I bolted my clearly offensive plate of animal product as quickly as possibly while she wolfed her mushrooms. The bill couldn’t come soon enough for either of us.
Next up was the eminent scientist who was cheery company but looked and blinked like a benevolent owl. By now I could only see two ways forward. A rest from blind dating or slash my wrists.
Three months later, I was introduced to a newly spliced lesbian couple at a party. A compliment on their matching Tiffany wedding rings led them to enquire as to my own marital status. I told them that I was single and a lively discussion about the perils of blind dating ensued.
“You and our friend Kate would get on really well. You should meet her,” they advised. Kate was duly rung and agreed that I could have her number. Their description of her was glowing. An arty, foodie civil engineer who was bound to be snapped up soon.
The next morning I dialled Kate expectantly. Five minutes later I was feeling slightly thrown. This “arty” woman had never been to an exhibition and the last film she saw was Forrest Gump. By her own admission, her culinary prowess didn’t stretch beyond microwave meals for one. Perhaps she’d come alive if I turned the subject round to her career?
“So you’re a civil engineer?” I ventured. “No, I do work on the roads though.” “Doing what?” I asked. “I tarmac them.” She worked nights as there was less traffic. She sounded a sweetheart, but I just couldn’t envisage a yellow fluorescent jacket hanging in the hall and a nocturnal trail of black, sticky boot prints.
What has surprised me is how many lesbians are only looking for a short-term fling. Gay women are not averse to commitment, as the number of existing civil partnerships demonstrates. Could it be that all the good ones are spoken for?
Age may well be a factor. By mid life, most of us have accumulated baggage. Sometimes it fits neatly into a weekend case, but others are towing juggernauts of complications. We’ve been hurt so we are warier. We know what suits us and what we can and can’t tolerate. While we are mature enough to know that Ms Perfect doesn’t exist, Ms Huge Compromise just feels too wearisome.
The hankering for someone to enhance our pretty comfortable lives can be strong sometimes, but that youthful hang-the-consequences mindset that can propel one into gloriously unsuitable trysts has long gone.
Should my career in journalism ever grind to a halt, I have another potentially lucrative venture in mind: an introduction service for baby-boomer gay women who want long rather than short haul.
*All names have been changed
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Building the Twin Towers: A Tribute

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When terrorists brought down the World Trade Center towers on a crystal clear September day in 2001, horror mingled with disbelief and rage. No one who saw the towers fall will ever forget it. But as time passed, the sight of a skyline without the Twin Towers became more than a reminder of an inconceivably savage attack and the loss of thousands of lives; it also brought home to New Yorkers that somehow, after all, they'd grown fond of that pair of hulking, companionable monoliths anchoring Lower Manhattan.
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Jamaica: A grim place to be gay

Homophobia was the probable motive for the murder of a British diplomat. Cahal Milmo reports on an island where hate crime is rife
Saturday, 12 September 2009
The manner of Mr Terry's death provides harrowing evidence that prejudice continues to thrive
The manner of Mr Terry's death provides harrowing evidence that prejudice continues to thrive
When neighbours of John Terry, the British honorary consul in Jamaica's Montego Bay, were approached by a young man outside his home on Tuesday evening asking for a taxi, they assumed he was just the latest recipient of assistance from the voluntary diplomat who in his three decades on the island had become a pillar of his community.
As well as coming to the aid of hundreds of holidaying Britons, the genteel 65-year-old had served as a magistrate in St James, his well-heeled rural neighbourhood on the outskirts of the country's tourism capital, and worked for a succession of charities, including a support group for the mentally ill.
But a team of detectives were yesterday investigating whether Mr Terry's visitor that night, far from being a beneficiary of the honorary consul's help, was in fact his murderer and a killer driven by the homophobia that plagues the country which the father-of-two had grown to love so much that he made his life there.
From the "murder music" lyrics of reggae stars exhorting the murder of gay men to a member of Jamaica's governing political party who has described homosexuals as "abusive and violent" and called for gay sex to be made punishable by life imprisonment – the Caribbean island has long been beset by what campaigners describe as "institutional homophobia".
And the manner of Mr Terry's death provides harrowing evidence that such prejudice continues to thrive. At lunchtime on Wednesday, the gardener who tended the shrubs outside the New Zealand-born Mr Terry's modest bungalow found his partially clothed body lying on his bloodstained bedroom floor. He had been badly beaten about the head and body, possibly with the base of his bedside lamp, and then strangled with a cord ligature and a piece of clothing left around his neck.
On the bed was a hand-written note which described Mr Terry as a "batty man", derogatory slang for a homosexual. Signed "Gay-Man", it added: "This is what will happen to ALL gays."
Police sources said the note provided other details which could lead to the identification of Mr Terry's killer, adding that the theft of personal items such as his wallet and mobile phone looked like an inept attempt to persuade investigators that robbery was the motive for the attack. More likely, says Deputy Superintendent Michael Garrick, is that "the person who murdered Mr Terry was close to him".
The killing was brutal even by the standards of an island where gang warfare over drugs has earned it the title of one of the world's most murderous nations. If it is proven to have been motivated by hatred of homosexuals, it will be one of the most high-profile and horrific examples yet of what campaigners say is a growing trend for extreme violence against gay people in Jamaica.
Official statistics are hard to come by, but evidence gathered by Amnesty International shows that at least 35 gay men have been murdered in the Caribbean country since 1997. They include Brian Williamson, the co-founder of the country's main gay rights groups, the Jamaica Forum for Lesbians, All-Sexuals and Gays (J-FLAG), who was hacked to death with a machete in 2004. A crowd was seen celebrating around Mr Williamson's mutilated body.
In the last 18 months, at least 33 incidents of mob violence against homosexuals have been recorded, including an attack in Montego Bay where three supposedly gay men attending a carnival were chased in the street, and one of them was beaten about the head with a manhole cover. Elsewhere, mobs have gathered outside a gay man's funeral and chased another man to his death off a pier.
Homosexual activity remains a criminal offence in Jamaica, punishable by up to 10 years' imprisonment. Since 2007 Britain, the former colonial power which introduced the island's sodomy laws, has granted asylum to at least five Jamaicans on the grounds that their lives had been threatened because of their sexual orientation.
Michael, a gay man in the Jamaican capital, Kingston, said the prevalence and virulence of anti-gay sentiment in the country had made his coming out as a homosexual an impossibility.
The 24-year-old, who is a member of J-FLAG but has kept his sexuality hidden from even his closest friends and family, told The Independent: "I know people who are called 'batty boy' or other taunts every time they leave home. They live in fear of being attacked. They don't know if today is the day they are going to be set upon and hacked up.
"I could not take that step. My cousins are leading members of a local church where the pastor regularly condemns gays as the devil, as subversives. If anything, we are going backwards as a nation on this issue. You cannot even feel safe reporting things to the police. I have heard too many stories of police standing aside while a gay man gets a beating, or worse. I've heard of gang members shooting a gay man in the street as some sort of rite of passage."
The literal mood music to such violence, according to campaigners, is the mushrooming of lyrics of reggae singers which glorify and lend legitimacy to homophobic sentiments. Among the performers most frequently pointed to as leading the trend is Buju Banton, a singer from one of Kingston's toughest slums, whose 1992 hit, "Boom Bye Bye", boasts of shooting gays with sub-machine guns and burning them with acid.
Another popular performer, Elephant Man, uses one song to say: "When you hear a lesbian getting raped/It's not our fault ... Two women in bed/That's two sodomites who should be dead."
The Stop Murder Music campaign in Britain and North America has brought the issue to international prominence, attempting to apply pressure on Banton and artists including Beenie Man, Sizzla and Bounty Killer, by calling for boycotts of concerts and the withdrawal of sponsorship.
A number of singers, including Beenie Man and Sizzla, have agreed to sign an undertaking not to repeat songs containing lyrics that advocate homophobia, but the effectiveness of the agreement has been brought into question after performers, including Banton, agreed to its sentiments only to then deny ever having made any such a commitment.
The Black Music Council, a UK-based group set up to defend the singers, has accused campaigners of censorship and racism by targeting musicians who are reflecting hardline views on homosexuality held across all ranks Jamaican society, from Christian churches and Rastafarian preachers to the country's parliament.
Certainly, homophobia is openly expressed in the highest echelons. Ernest Smith, an MP for the ruling Jamaica Labour Party, earlier this year used a parliamentary debate to claim that "homosexual activities seem to have taken over this country" and gay men are "abusive, violent". He added that "acts of gross indecency" between consenting gay men should be punishable by sentences of up to life imprisonment and J-FLAG, which does not disclose the location of its offices for fear of attack, should be "outlawed".
Rebecca Schleifer, of Human Rights Watch, said: "Discrimination against people based on their actual or perceived sexual orientation is widespread and entrenched. It is expressed from the pulpit to the schoolroom to the parliament. It is very important that the voices of Jamaicans who suffer this discrimination and are trying to overcome it should be heard. This is not a case of powerful white countries seeking to impose their will and values on Jamaica."
Those who knew Mr Terry, whose wife had separated from him and was living in Kingston with the couple's grown-up son and daughter, confirmed that the hotel industry worker often socialised with other men, but said he had never come out as gay.
Instead, his friends focused on the unstinting decency of a lifelong volunteer in dealing with the problems of others, from Britons with lost passports to impoverished Jamaicans, whom he attempted to assist. Joy Crooks, administrator for the Committee for the Upliftment of the Mentally Ill, said: "It is very sad for us to know that John has passed in such a horrifying way. It is frightening. He was a kind and caring individual and did anything he could to help the less fortunate."
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Humpback whale found 'starved to death' in the Thames

A humpback whale has been found dead in the Thames, scientists said today.
The 9.5m-long (28ft) juvenile male whale was first spotted in the River Thames on Thursday, but was not seen again until it was found dead on Saturday morning near Dartford Bridge.


Initial examination suggests the humpback, the first to have been found in the Thames, may have died of starvation.
Scientists from The Zoological Society of London (ZSL), which manages the UK Cetacean Strandings Investigation Programme, said the beaching of the humpback whale was an "incredibly unusual event".
Enlarge   Beached: The dead whale lies near Dartford Bridge on Saturday
Beached: The dead whale lies near Dartford Bridge on Saturday
The last humpback to be found stranded in the UK was at Port Talbot in Wales in 2007.
The ZSL team, who were also involved in attempts to rescue the whale which swam up the Thames in 2006 and the mass dolphin stranding in Cornwall last year, carried out a post-mortem examination in-situ after the whale was recovered by the Port of London Authority.
The programme's manager, Rob Deaville, said: "Preliminary results from the post-mortem examination indicate that it may have died as a result of starvation, but further tests are still pending and may provide additional information about what happened to this whale.
"There have only been 12 strandings of humpback whales in the last 20 years and this is an incredibly unusual event."
It is believed that the 9.5 metre-long juvenile male may have died of starvation
It is believed that the 9.5 metre-long juvenile male may have died of starvation
And he said: "Although it's obviously a sad outcome in this instance, the post-mortem examination has given us a rare opportunity to examine a truly extraordinary animal at close quarters.
"Information gathered through examinations like these will hopefully help further our understanding of such animals and also help contribute to improving their conservation status."
The researchers said examinations of stranded whales and dolphins can provide insight into causes of death, diseases, environmental contamination, diet and health of the mammals, which in turn can help detect outbreaks of disease, unusual deaths and environmental changes.
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Brit woman cop branded ‘too sexy to work’ wins case against jail chiefs

LONDON - A Brit prison officer, who had been branded as too sexy to work, has won her case against jails chiefs. Amit Kajla, 22, from Wolverhampton, had been accused by top brass of dressing too provocatively to work among young lags in a young offenders institution.



They claimed that she wore too much make up, was “glammed up”, adapting her uniform to hug her petite 5ft frame, and was too friendly with inmates at Brinsford Young Offenders institution near Wolverhampton.

Kajla resigned from her job claiming other staff had bullied her, and took the Prison Service to an industrial tribunal claiming unfair dismissal and age and sex discrimination.

She worked at Brinsford from July 2007 to May 2008, and claimed that she was effectively sacked by the prison service in April last year.

“I couldn’t sleep at night because of the bullying and harassment. I lost weight and decided I couldn’t take it any longer and resigned,” she told the tribunal in Birmingham.

The tribunal ruled in her favour, and her compensation sum is being worked out.

“I am very happy with the tribunal’s decision. All I ever did was try to uphold the HMPS Purpose Statement,” the Sun quoted her as saying.

She slammed the service for backing members of staff who had “closed ranks” against her.

“This clearly states that their duty is to ‘look after prisoners with humanity’ and I sought to apply that in my work by treating prisoners with respect,” she said.

“However, one officer didn’t like my way of working which was counter to the macho approach he favoured. I was seen as a weak woman who could be bullied.

“In particular I am very happy that they have condemned the HMPS for the way they sought to justify the actions of the bully by suggesting that my approach to work and my appearance was inappropriate and could create a breach in security.

“The whole thing was very stressful but I would also like to thank all those members of the HMPS who were prepared to tell the truth at the Tribunal even though they may have feared for their futures in the Service,” she stated.

“I hope the prison service will reflect on the Tribunal’s judgement and recognize that instead of standing back as it did, it should have taken action against the behavior of the bully towards Ms Kajla,” her solicitor Nigel Tillott said.

“The Tribunal believe that the HMPS closed ranks and instead of supporting Miss Kajla it supported the bully.

“The prison service also aggressively pursued the defence of this claim and did not once stop to consider whether it was right to do so,” he added.
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Guess What Texting Costs Your Wireless Provider?

the real cost of texting text message messaging Two teenage girls (14-16) using cell phones on school bus, mid section

When my teenage son ignores me while tapping away furiously on his cell phone, I have the consolation of knowing that he has joined the quickest-growing form of two-way communication in human history.

A decade ago, just about no one in the U.S. sent these messages, known as Short Message Service (SMS) texts. This year, we will zing out 1.2 trillion of them, predicts market-intelligence firm IDC.
That translates to a barrage of messages from each user, especially teens, who seem to be receiving new text messages — a.k.a. "blowing up" — more than they take new breaths. The average U.S. mobile teen now sends or receives an average of 2,899 text messages per month, according to Nielsen Mobile. "With teens, the act of picking up a phone and calling someone is dropping away," notes Christopher Collins, a senior analyst with Yankee Group.


What's most amazing about the texting craze is just how inexpensive it is for mobile carriers to provide this wildly popular service. SMS messages are not only extremely short (maxing out at 160 characters), but they also cleverly exploit today's digital phone networks, leveraging transmission channels between phone and cell tower that were originally designed to coordinate voice calls. "They cost the mobile carriers so little that you could argue that they're free," says Collins.

That situation set antitrust alarm bells ringing when AT&T, Sprint, T-Mobile and Verizon all raised their pay-per-use costs of sending a text message from 10 cents to 20 cents over the past three years. That prompted Senator Herbert Kohl, the Wisconsin Democrat who chairs the Senate Judiciary Committee's subcommittee on Antitrust, Competition Policy and Consumer Rights, to hold hearings on the matter in June.

At those hearings, Srinivasan Keshav, a professor at the University of Waterloo in Ontario and an expert on mobile computing, presented a detailed analysis of all the expenses that carriers incur in handling SMS messages. He showed that the wireless channels contribute about a tenth of a cent to a carrier's cost, that accounting charges might be twice that and that other costs basically round to zero because texting requires so little of a mobile network's infrastructure. Summing up, Keshav found that a text message doesn't cost providers more than 0.3 cent.


You don't have to be a Wall Street analyst to do the quick math: with a carrier cost of one-third of a penny, when a customer pays 15 cents to send a message, 98% of that 15 cents is pure profit. (Of course, you already knew that in your gut; that's why your stomach turns every time you examine your cell-phone bill.)

Carriers respond that pay-per-use covers only a tiny and dwindling percentage of use. "Generally, the structure of our pricing plans has moved away from paying 'by the drink' to buckets of messages at much lower prices," Randal Milch, executive vice president and general counsel at Verizon Communications, emphasized at the hearing. Verizon's average price is about a penny a message, he added.

That downward price trend worries vendors.


"Texting is a major contributor to the industry's profitability," says David Barden, a senior research analyst at Bank of America Merrill Lynch. Among the Big Four national players, texting brings in an average of $8 per month per customer in revenue, he estimates, and generates about 25% of raw operating profit (excluding equipment subsidies).

"But the carriers are very concerned that messaging isn't generating the revenue it has in the past," remarks IDC analyst Richard Murphy. "Consumers are becoming more savvy, buying just the buckets they need. Many are signing up for unlimited plans, which will only drive down revenues more."
Cost analyses will stay flexible because SMS isn't constrained by capacity, says Collins. He draws an analogy to amusement parks: "Once you build the park (or wireless network), the marginal cost of each customer (or text message) is minimal."

"Eventually, every service, whether it be voice or simple texting or the most robust Internet application, will just be data riding on top of a robust 4G network," Collins continues. "Focusing on the costs of individual components may be misleading."

In the meantime, carriers aim to encourage more of us in middle age to start tapping. Their best sweetener? Hybrid phones that don't carry a smartphone's hefty price tag but do offer nice little QWERTY keyboards.


Dad texting? lol
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US Army Nurse reveals ‘humane’ side of Saddam Hussein

WASHINGTON - Saddam Hussein might be remembered as a brutal international criminal by the rest of the world; but to retired U.S. Army Nurse Robert Ellis, who spent more time with the dictator than any other American, he was a patient with a humane side.



Ellis worked as the senior American medical advisor at Baghdad’s Camp Cropper, where Hussein was held for eight months until his execution in December 2006, Fox News reports.

During this period, Hussein who went by the code name “Victor” grew close to his caregiver, who was known to him by the code name “Alice.”

The report quoted Ellis as saying that when he told Hussein that he had to return to St. Louis to see his dying brother, Hussein hugged him and said: “I will be your brother.”

Ellis’ new book, “Caring for Victor,” is a record of his time with the ruthless tyrant.

For Ellis, the mission caused serious internal conflict.

“I was always conflicted throughout the whole mission. My job was to keep these people alive and healthy so they could be interrogated,” he said.

Ellis says that by remaining “non-judgmental,” he was able to see another side of a human who was considered to be a brutal killer.

“By me spending time with him, I got to see his other side, a side that you don’t hear about. They play by a different set of rules over there,” he added.
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Are The Beatles overrated?

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A framed handwritten report card from 1950 on the wall of Mendips, John Lennon’s childhood home in Liverpool, states:
“John has worked quite well this term. His oral work is very good, his written work is good, but he chatters far too much.”
Lennon, born in 1940, had been living on Menlove Avenue with his Aunt Mimi and Uncle George for five years when that report was issued.
In retrospect, the remarks may have hinted at Lennon’s later prolific songwriting talents.
Despite his aunt’s academic encouragements, Lennon left Liverpool’s Quarry Bank High School in 1957 without qualifications, but with the foundations of his musical career established in his skiffle group the Quarry Men.
He met Paul McCartney, who lived not far away at 20 Forthlin Road in 1957, and the two turned their talents to composing songs. The rest is history, as they say.Forthlin Road, Liverpool, Paul McCartney's childhood home.
Their band, The Beatles, which has sold more than 600 million albums worldwide, went on to become arguably the world’s most successful pop band.
On Wednesday, Apple and EMI will release digitally re-mastered versions of The Beatles’ UK studio albums. Simultaneously, a Beatles computer game will go on sale.
The Beatles broke up in 1969. Neil McCormick of the Daily Telegraph refers to their original albums as a “holy grail, the font of pop culture, when four incredibly talented individuals experienced a kind of collective, accelerated musical growth that untapped all the latent potential of pop.”
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Monkey malaria: Is it the next virus?

Researchers in Malaysia have confirmed that a form of malaria thought to primarily affect monkeys can infect and kill humans, according to a Monkey malaria: Is it the next virus?

The study, financed by UK charity the Wellcome Trust, examined the clinical and laboratory features of the P. knowlesi strain of malaria, which until recently was thought to predominantly infect monkeys in Southeast Asia.

Researchers led by professors Balbir Singh and Janet Cox-Singh of the University Malaysia Sarawak found that the malaria strain was widespread among humans in Malaysia and neighboring countries. Their research confirmed that P. knowlesi is a fifth strain of malaria that can prove fatal in humans, unlike a similar but usually benign strain called P. malariae.

"P. knowlesi malaria can easily be confused with P. malariae since these two parasites look similar by microscopy," Singh said. "In fact, because the P. knowlesi parasites reproduce every 24 hours in the blood, the disease can be potentially fatal."

"Understanding the most common features of the disease will be important in helping make this diagnosis and in planning appropriate clinical management."

The researchers collected data for the study from a group of 150 patients admitted to the Kapit hospital in Sarawak who tested positive for malaria. Using molecular detection methods, the team found P. knowlesi was the most common form of malaria, accounting for more than two-thirds of the cases. Most of those infected with the strain were easily treated with chloroquine and primaquine, two common anti-malarials, but one in ten of the patients developed complications, and two died, the study said.

Overall, the researchers measured a fatality rate of just under two percent, making P. knowlesi as deadly as the P. falciparum malaria strain -- considered the most dangerous form of malaria. But the researchers stressed it was hard to determine the accuracy of their recorded fatality rate because of the relatively small number of cases studied so far.

The study also found that patients infected with the P. knowlesi strain had consistently and significantly lower blood platelet counts than is usually the case among malaria victims.
Malaria kills more than one million people a year worldwide, and Singh warned that the P. knowlesi strain could become more prevalent as Western tourists visit Southeast Asian countries.

"Clinicians assessing a patient who has visited an area with known or possible P. knowlesi transmission should be aware of the diagnosis, clinical manifestations, and rapid and potentially serious course of P. knowlesi malaria," he said.
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Progressive Obama Backers Take Out Full Page NYT Ad Targeting President

In a full-page New York Times ad released Wednesday, Obama campaign workers demand that the president fight for a public health care option.

The Progressive Change Campaign Committee raised over $100,000 online to fund the ad, which will be published in the paper this week. It features a petition signed by 400 former Obama campaign staffers, 25,000 Obama volunteers, and 40,000 Obama donors that states health care reform without a public option is not "change we can believe in." The full page can be seen at ActBlue, where the group is now raising money to turn it into a television spot featuring Obama organizers.

The 180,000-member organization raised $100,000 online in 72 hours to fund the ad. Over three thousand donated; the average contribution was $35.

The ad features a quote from Lance Orchid, Obama's Deputy Field Director in Georgia: "President Obama, I started making calls for you during the South Carolina primary from my recovery bed -- after a nearly fatal accident. I couldn't afford health insurance and racked up big bills. I worked for you because I believed you could bring real change on health care. The public option is that change -- please don't disappoint me and the millions of people who believed in you."

Obama is expected to voice his support for the public option in an address to Congress Wednesday night -- as he did at an AFL-CIO picnic in Cincinnati on Labor Day. For the PCCC, that's not enough.

"To avoid losing the grassroots army that got him elected, President Obama needs to do more than express a preference for the public option," PCCC co-founder Adam Green said. "He needs to draw a line in the sand and fight hard for it."
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Caribbean: A little slice of French paradise

St Barts and St Martin offer everything you’d expect from tropical islands, and an elegant soupçon more. Nigel Tisdall is seduced by the colonial outposts that are forever France.
 
Caribbean: A little slice of French paradise
Life feels more refined in the French north of St Martin
"Bon soir how ya doin'?" says the muscular black driver who welcomes me to the pleasingly hot and absorbingly schizophrenic Caribbean island that is St Martin/St Maarten. Half-French, half-Dutch, with a light dressing of USA, this Piccadilly Circus of the Leeward Islands comes spiced with entertaining anomalies born of a colonial carve-up dating back to 1648. The smallest island in the world to be divided between two nations, it's a surprisingly merry 37 square miles of mixed-up kid. Some 90 different nationalities work here in tourism and finance, and I imagine even the dolphins don't know whether to cry "Bonjour", "Goedemorgen" or "Hi guys!"
Venture to the south of the island, and St Maarten offers Holland with hedonism. Mega-yacht marinas, gaudy casinos, high-rise condos, a daily drenching of cruise-ship passengers – everything is devoted to raking in the tourist guilders. The only reason to linger is for the fairground thrill of Maho Beach, where bathers lie on the sand as the jumbo jets flying into Princess Juliana airport tear overhead with a heaven-ripping roar.
Go to the French north, however, and life feels more refined. Here the coastline is sprinkled with waterside bistros, small resort hotels and an impressive choice of 36 public beaches. It's busy, but the familiar frenzy that is modern tourism is mollified by the presence of chic swimwear, pert-bottomed gendarmes and patisseries serving featherlight quiches and tartelette aux framboises. In the French model of the Caribbean dream, buildings are limited to four storeys, the euro rules OK and everyday life stops for a civilised two-hour lunch break.
As my taxi nears the borderless border that separates these two versions of Europe reincarnate, I ask my driver how visitors can tell which side of the fence they're on. "That's easy, man," he replies. "The Dutch roads are full of potholes!" Then I spot some jolly signs proudly announcing "Le Beaujolais nouveau est arrivé!" and laugh out loud. To the French, though, this is no cause for mirth. In their eyes, this sun-kissed lump of Caribbean greenery – along with other privileged specks across the globe where the Tricolor still flutters over the Mairie with pride – simply is France.
St Martin belongs to a pampered club of tropical outposts, collectively known as DOM-TOM (Départements d'Outre-Mer and Territoires d'Outre-Mer), where you can enjoy all the traditional joys of a holiday to France – superb food, spas, luxury shopping and that certain élégance – but with the added bonus of balmy weather, top-notch beaches and a brochure-perfect setting of coconut palms and tangerine sunsets. While parts of St Martin are disagreeably congested and commercialised – just like the Côte d'Azur – there is good fun to be had if you know where to look. One essential is to take a speedboat cruise round the island, stopping for a boozy lunch at Pinel Island. Another is to have dinner at Grand Case, a waterside restaurant with an easygoing, something-for-everyone atmosphere. As I tuck into foie gras and duck à l'orange at Le Tastevin, the patron tells me he's been serving such classics for 25 years, with great success.
On the hotel front, the island's only luxury contender is the Orient-Express-owned La Samanna, which long ago commandeered Baie Longue, a near-private, mile-long swathe of soft white sand lapped by a mouthwash-blue sea. As in France, it's watersports and children at one end, nudists at the other. I'd always imagined this hotel to be named after some lissom Arawak princess, but no. La Samanna fuses together the names of the three daughters of the American who built the hotel in 1973: Samantha, Anouk and Nathalie. A shimmering playground of blue pools and whitewashed Mediterranean-style villas, it's inescapably old school, with an Indian wedding-tent gracing the champagne bar and an extraordinary 6,000-bottle wine cellar that is like a magic tunnel back to Bordeaux.
While St Martin/St Maarten is a destination in itself for some, discerning Europeans treat it as a staging post to more relaxed oases nearby – such as Anguilla (still faintly British), Saba (peacefully Dutch) and St Barthélemy (or St Barts, the quintessence of French tropical style). The last, easily reached on a ten-minute scheduled flight or a 45-minute ferry crossing, is only eight square miles, yet has become a byword for stylish holidaymaking. It's a reputation that's thoroughly deserved, and if you've got
the loot I can't think of a more smart, sexy party island to head to for some fun in the sun with friends or ze noo lurver. Don't
expect Caribbean culture of the rum-and-reggae variety, though; this barren island was settled in the mid-17th century by emigrants from Brittany and Normandy and, as I must remind you, it is France.
The eye-popping style of St Barts is exemplified by its miniscule red-roofed capital, Gustavia, where the waterfront is a gallery of top-name shops that makes you feel like an ant wandering over the opening pages of a women's glossy. Dior, Cartier, Chopard, Longchamp, Louis Vuitton... "We have all the same collections as la metropole," a manageress explains, referring to the European part of France. "The day the seasons change in Paris, they change here, too." And it's not just bikinis that sell. Men's ties are a big buy, even though the Caribbean is the last place you'd wear one. Luxury winter clothes do well, too, and if it seems hard to imagine how one could blow £8,000 on a fox fur-collared coat from Hermès in the 30°C heat, well you just ain't seen the A-list yachts that call in here.
Being petite, French and knowing, St Barts has an individual style that feels like a distant but more accomplished cousin of Miami-bling and Marbella-flash. Life is an alluring whirl of toned-up windsurfers, sleek motorboats, open-sided Smart cars and girls riding quad bikes to dinner in their stilettos. The topsy-turvy roads are blighted by too many cars (around 8,000, with just two petrol stations), but you can still sense the island's creative, hippy-chic roots that remain key to its spirit.
At Le Tamarin, a laid-back garden restaurant near the immense beach of Anse du Grand Saline, I meet its founder, Cat Cent, who first came to St Barts in 1967. A Bardotesque former model and pilot, with a blue-and-yellow macaw perched on her wrist, she explains how the island took off after Patrick Demarchelier started doing fashion shoots here in the 80s. "Where are you from?" I ask, as the waiter brings some tuna tartare apparently made in heaven. "Chantilly and Venezuela," Cat replies, and I feel it's time for a well-known song by Peter Sarstedt.
Nothing epitomises St Barts' alluring mix of beauty and absurdity better than its gourmet food scene, kept alive by what has to be the most ambitiously sustained transhipment since the Berlin Airlift. The island has some 80 restaurants and virtually everything is imported. Lunching at one top restaurant, I'm surprised when its chef comes to me with a forlorn face. "I'm zo zorry," he says, "but Air France is on strike and dare is no mesclun. Would you mind romaine?" When I later relate this to Philippe Masseglia, executive chef at the island's most colourful hotel, Le Guanahani, he smiles. "We have mesclun," he says. "Our agent rushed it on to a KLM flight." Touché...
Sourcing fresh ingredients clearly takes on a whole new meaning on this most perfectionist of islands. Some days Masseglia dispatches a member of his brigade by plane to St Martin just to ensure the fresh herbs and raspberries arrive from Paris in a fit state to be served in the hotel's Bar'to restaurant that night. Now that's service – but dare I mention food miles? Or the French devotion to terroir? "There is no terroir here!" Masseglia expounds. It's true. This arid rock has blossomed into paradise thanks only to the life-support provided by desalination plants. And, of course, it is immaterial that Paris is over 4,000 miles away because – now have you really got this? – St Barts is France.
For the past 13 years, every November, Le Guanahani has held a food festival in which guest chefs from such illustrious restaurants as the Relais Plaza in Paris and Le Cirque in New York have flown in to create ambrosial dishes in a dreamy Caribbean setting. The menus are fabulous, naturally, but whereas similar culinary exchanges often inspire interaction with local cuisines, here the chefs recreate – right down to the turbot cuit au plat – exactly what you might get back in Vence or on avenue Montaigne. Last year Sylvain Humbert from Château de Valmer in Provence arrived with a magic suitcase from which he pulled frozen fennel soup with truffles and olive-stuffed rabbits. This autumn it will be Guy Martin, formerly three-Michelin-star chef at Le Grand Véfour in Paris, who will no doubt produce another astonishing exercise in gastronomic copy-and-paste. So is there nothing a chef can't get here? Masseglia has to think. "Squab is difficult," he concedes. "And sometimes the snails must come in tins."
And that, mon dieu!, is as bad as life gets on St Barts. Only the super-insouciant French could import their complete culture to the tropics with such verve and self-assurance – lock, stock and oak wine barrel. It is an idea both splendid and appalling, as brave and daft as a mounted cavalry charge on tanks. And, of course, it also makes for an immensely enjoyable holiday, as you sit in the sun scoffing oysters from Ile de Ré and the fine Burgundy wines of Maison Joseph Drouhin.
On my last day travelling through these bastions of Gallic arrogance, I have a delightful, typically French-Caribbean lunch of linguine à la Méditerranéenne with a glass of pouilly-fumé, served by a cheery waitress who teases me for leaving so soon.
"I've got to go back to London – and reality," I wail.
She looks puzzled. "But sir", she replies in a schoolmistress voice, "this is reality."
And when I look out at the turquoise ocean, and the glossy palms, and feel the hot breeze, I can only agree. The Caribbean is reality, and we should all be there right now.
WHERE ARE THEY?
In the Leeward Islands, the northernmost islands in the Lesser Antilles, which form part of the West Indies.
WHEN TO GO
The Caribbean has a tropical climate, with temperatures ranging from 22C to 30C, and rain throughout the year, the heaviest falling from July to November, hurricane season. The driest, sunniest months are from February to June.
TIME DIFFERENCE
GMT -4 hours.
CURRENCY Euro, although US$ are commonly accepted.
GETTING THERE
British Airways (0844 4930 787, www.ba.com) flies from London Gatwick to Antigua; return flights in September cost from £1,998 in Club World, £535 in World Traveller, including taxes. St Barth Commuter (00 590 590 27 54 54, www.stbarthcommuter.com) operates private charter flights from Antigua to St Barts, as well as scheduled flights between St Barts and St Martin/St Maarten. Air France (0871 663 3777, www.airfrance.co.uk) and KLM (0871 222 7474, www.klm.com) fly direct to St Martin/St Maarten from Paris and Amsterdam respectively.
WHERE TO STAY
On St Martin, the 83-room La Samanna resort (0845 077 2222, www.lasamanna.com) overlooks a terrific sandy beach and
has tennis courts and a small but excellent spa. A deluxe ocean-view room costs from £607 (US $995), including breakfast and yoga. The hotel opens on November 1.
On St Barts, Le Guanahani (00 590 590 27 66 60, www.leguanahani.com) is a colourful collection of cottages set in 16 acres of tropical gardens with two small beaches, a grand and airy Clarins spa and 68 immaculate rooms. A garden-view room costs from £312, with breakfast, until October 31. The Guanahani Food Festival runs from November 1 to 21, with guest chef Guy Martin. During this, double rooms cost from £516, including transfers, breakfast, spa access and one gastronomic meal.
On Antigua, Carlisle Bay (00 1 268 484 0000 www.carlisle-bay.com) is half an hour from the airport, with 82 tasteful contemporary suites and a near-private beach. A garden suite costs from £338 with breakfast. The hotel opens on October 16.
For further information, log on to www.st-martin.org and www.cttsb.org.
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McDonald's loses McCurry battle



The court said there was no evidence McCurry was passing off McDonald's business as its own [EPA]
A small curry shop in Malaysia has won an eight-year battle against global fast-food giant McDonalds over the name of its restaurant.
The court ruling on Tuesday in favour of the McCurry restaurant, based in Malaysia's largest city, Kuala Lumpur, effectively ends McDonald's legal bid to retain exclusive use of the "Mc" prefix in Malaysia.
The ruling by Malaysia's highest court denied McDonald's request to appeal against another court's verdict that allowed McCurry to use the prefix.
In a precedent-setting unanimous decision the court said there was no evidence that McCurry was passing off McDonald's business as its own.

"We respect the finding of the court and beyond that have no further comment"
McDonald's
The court on Tuesday also ordered McDonald's to pay $2,900 in costs to McCurry, which its owners say is short for "Malaysian Chicken Curry". "We are very much relieved. We hope to expand. This is what we wanted to do from the beginning and we were stalled for eight years," said P Suppiah, the owner of McCurry.
"I am so happy ... we have nothing in similarity with them at all. That's how we have felt all this while," said his wife and co-owner, Kanageswary.
In an emailed statement to Al Jazeera, a spokesman for McDonalds said: "We respect the finding of the court and beyond that have no further comment."
Protracted battle

McDonald's had argued it had rights to sole use of the "Mc" prefix [EPA]
A court of appeal panel had ruled in favour of McCurry in April, when it overturned a 2006 high court ruling that had gone in favour of McDonald's. That April ruling, supported by the federal court, said McCurry's logo and signboard were substantially different from McDonald's red and yellow "M" logo popularly known as the golden arches.
It also said that as McCurry served only Indian food it was not competing with McDonald's Western menu.
McDonald's, which began operations in Malaysia in 1982 and has 185 outlets in the country, first sued McCurry in 2001.
Sri Devi Nair, the lawyer for McCurry, said the ruling means McDonald's does not have a monopoly on the prefix "Mc", and that other restaurants could also use it as long as they distinguish their food from McDonald's.
"This is a precedent for everyone to follow," he said.
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Why muscular hunks get more girls but puny guys live longer

The price and privilege of beefcake
 The way to hook the ladies?
WHY are men’s muscles so much bigger than women’s? Partly, of course, because men do the fighting and hunting. But also, perhaps, because women like men who can do these things well, and are thus attracted to muscular men. Both phenomena—competing with members of the same sex and showing off to members of the opposite—are subject to a form of evolution known as sexual selection. It is sexual selection that created the deer’s antlers and the peacock’s tail, and William Lassek of the University of Pittsburgh and Steven Gaulin of the University of California, Santa Barbara, think it explains men’s muscles as well.
The main characteristic of sexually selected features is that they are expensive to maintain. Since, whether competing or attracting, only the best will do, resources get piled into them, almost regardless of the consequences. In a study just published in Evolution and Human Behavior, Dr Lassek and Dr Gaulin show that this crucial characteristic is true for men’s muscles.
Their data came from the National Health and Nutrition Examination Survey, which followed 12,000 American men and women over the course of six years. They found that men require 50% more calories than women do, even after adjusting for activity levels, and that their muscle mass is the strongest predictor of their intake of calories—stronger than their occupation or their body-mass index (a measure of obesity). And there is another cost to being muscly: men’s immune systems are less effective than those of women (which was known before), and become worse the more muscular the men are (which was not).
The benefits, however, were there, as well. The more muscular a man, the more sexual partners he reported, both in the past year and over his lifetime, and the earlier his first sexual experience was likely to have been. This may, in part, be a result of the ability of muscular men to intimidate 97lb weaklings. But in a society where extreme forms of such intimidation are curbed by law, female choice seems as likely an explanation—especially as previous studies have confirmed scientifically the everyday observation that women do indeed prefer men with big biceps and triangular torsos.
Because muscles come at such cost, Dr Gaulin thinks an evolutionary fight is going on between natural selection, which conserves metabolic expenditure and promotes longevity, and sexual selection, which willingly trades both for extra mating opportunities. This may explain why men have such a range of muscularity. In the past, the strong man would have had better mating opportunities in the short term, but the skinny guy who outlived him could have had just as much reproductive success over the course of his longer life.
The irony for the skinny guy is that the laws which protect him from aggression also make it less likely that the hulk will fight himself into an early grave. Modern medicine, meanwhile, means the hulk’s weakened immune system is less likely to expose him to lethal infection. Time, then, to get the weights out, and start pumping iron.
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Naked City: Cops Bust Nude Model at Met Photo Shoot

Model was posing for photographer Zach Hyman

By TOM LLAMAS
Police arrested a woman at the Metropolitan Museum of Art for stripping naked in the middle of the Arms and Armour exhibit.
The model was posing  yesterday for photographer Zach Hyman who has gained recent notoriety for his photos of nude models posing at New York landmarks, snapping shots of naked New Yorkers (all volunteers) from Times Square to Chinatown for his portrait series.
Hyman gives himself just 30 seconds to take 10 shots of nude models with his Hasselblad 500 C/M film camera and conducts his shoots in all natural light. The pictures typically can sell for anywhere from $2,000 to $9,500.
The 30 seconds wasn't enough time as police busted up the shoot -- an event, which was captured exclusively by a camera rolling for NBCNewYork.
The model, KC Neill, 26, was charged with public lewdness.
Earlier this week, Hyman said his photo shoots require more precautions than most. Wary of arrest, he keeps bail money handy, takes along a lookout for police and keeps his lawyer on speed dial. Up until today he's never had to use the bail money.
It was on his mind during his last shoot in Times Square.
"I was wholly prepared to be arrested, but somehow managed to walk away with the image and no cuffs," Hyman said of that shoot.   
Hyman -- who says he's inspired by Helmut Newton, David LaChapelle, and Guy Bourdin -- wasn't that lucky this time.  Sometime you have to suffer for your heart.
   
Get more information on Hyman's Web site.    


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