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Monday, December 27, 2010

Why did my best friend dump me? How the end of a friendship is as painful as divorce

By Mandy Francis



Brutal reality: The romanticised notion of best friends forever really is a myth


You’ve bought each other carefully ­chosen Christmas presents for decades, but this year there was no ­beautifully-wrapped gift from your best friend under your tree - and there was a gap on your mantelpiece where her witty card packed with best wishes would usually stand.

Experts claim that breaking up with a close friend can be as ­devastating as a divorce, but what should you do when your best friend suddenly decides to call time on your relationship?

It came as a complete shock when it happened to me. Three years ago, right out of the blue, one of my very best friends - someone I had been close to for more than 20 years - dumped me.


Without any discussion or ­explanation, she suddenly cut off all contact, crossed me off her ­Christmas list and I haven’t seen or heard from her since.


One minute we were sharing ­gossip and meeting up for long, laughter-filled suppers - the next, my calls, texts and emails were all met with a stony silence.

We didn’t argue. I didn’t run off with her boyfriend or owe her money. She didn’t lose her address book or leave the country. In fact, there was absolutely no reason or warning - as far as I could see - that she would ‘ice’ me, as the relationship experts so aptly describe it.

But she did, brutally and ­suddenly - and it hurt. In fact, if I’m honest, now - almost three years later - it still hurts sometimes.

Recent research suggests many women find being dumped by a ­girlfriend more ­devastating than a divorce. I can sympathise.


Feuding friends: Nicole Richie and Paris Hilton reportedly stopped speaking in 2005. Although they reconciled a year later, they are not as close


We women tend to share ­everything with our closest female friends: our hopes, secrets and insecurities - things we would never dream of ­discussing with our husbands or partners.

So when the person who knows you inside out turns their back on you, it feels like a stab through the heart.

Right up until my friend ­disappeared, I’d have said we were as close as sisters.
Although our lives had taken us in ­different directions since we shared a flat as students, we’d catch up whenever we could.

We knew each other so well, we could finish each other’s sentences and make each other laugh just by looking at one another in a certain way.

The last time I spoke to my friend, she was single and ­travelling the country as a ­costume designer for TV shows and films; I had settled down, had my first child and recently moved out of London.

So, yes, the gaps between ­seeing each other had naturally grown a little longer - but there was never any awkwardness when we met up.
Or so I thought.

Over the years, we had shared the most intimate events of our lives with each other.

She was one of the first people I called from the other side of the world when my father died suddenly of a heart attack while I was on holiday - and I was one of the few people she ­confided in when she lost a baby in tragic circumstances.

She had been at every ­birthday party I’d had for almost a ­quarter of a century, and I at hers.

At first, I was extremely ­concerned when I was unable to contact her. I was worried the work problems she had ­discussed with me in the last phone call we’d had might have tipped her into depression.

I left a series of messages on her voicemail, asking her if she was alright.

Finally, after several weeks, I received a curt email from her saying not to worry, she was fine. But when I tried to email back ... silence.

As the weeks dragged on and it became obvious she wanted nothing more to do with me, I would lie awake at night, going over everything I had said the last time we talked.

What on earth had I done to make her not want to be my friend any more? I sent ­Christmas cards and birthday cards, hoping she’d get back in touch, even ‘forgive me’ for whatever it was I may have done to upset her. Nothing.

Years have gone by. I now have two ­children and don’t have the time to dwell on what happened, but the effect of it has been deep.

After all, why am I ­writing about it now? And why have I been ­peeking at her Facebook profile this week? My mother shares her birthday - and then there was Christmas, when it’s always so tempting to try to get back in touch with old friends.

I can’t help but think of her now and again, and miss her. But I’ve given up chasing her - the rejection is too humiliating.

One consolation is that when I’ve talked to other female friends about my ­experience, many of them have ­similar tales to relate.

‘Women’s friendships can be very close and intense - so it can be as painful as breaking up with a partner when things go wrong,’ says clinical psychologist Irene S. Levine, author of Best Friends Forever: ­Surviving A Break Up With Your Best Friend.

‘Women also tend to see their ­friendships as a measure of their worth, so when a relationship with a close friend breaks up, not only will you feel hurt by the rejection, but you are also likely to feel a ­failure for not being able to ­maintain that ­friendship, she says.

‘It’s painful and ­humiliating ­having to explain to people why you and your best friend no longer speak - especially if she dumped you.’

Susan Shapiro Barash, who ­interviewed more than 200 women of all ages and backgrounds for her book Toxic Friends - The Antidote For Women Stuck In ­Complicated ­Friendships, says the fact women share so many aspects of their lives with their friends also ­contributes to the pain they feel when those ­relationships break down.

‘Women love to introduce their friends to one another, go shopping together, join the same gym, attend the same book club, visit the same restaurants. If they have children, they probably do a lot of family things together, too.


‘Unfortunately, when things go wrong, all these ­complicated links and reminders can make a break-up all the harder,’ says Barash.

‘Your friends want to know what has happened. You have a ­wardrobe full of clothes your friend helped you choose, you can’t bear the idea of bumping into her at the gym and your children are asking when they’re next going to see her kids.’

But if our close female friendships are so important, why do they often end so suddenly and painfully?

‘Although your friend’s rejection may come as a complete surprise to you, undoubtedly she will have been considering getting out of the relationship for a very long time,’ says Levine.

The romanticised notion of best friends forever really is a myth,’ she explains. ‘People change and it’s important to accept what worked for the two of you when you were at ­college or school is unlikely to suit when one of you becomes more career-orientated, settles into a steady relationship or has children.

‘If your individual circumstances or ambitions are now different to each other’s, she may feel she no longer has much in common with you.

‘Alternatively, there may be ­something fundamental about your relationship that she’s been unhappy with for a while and no longer feels she can tolerate. There could even be something serious going on in her life that she doesn’t feel she can share with you and wants to deal with ­without your help.

‘Or - if she’s seeking to reinvent ­herself - you could be too much of a reminder of the period of her life she wants to forget.’

Women tend to break things off in quite a swift and seemingly callous way, as they’re often very sure they want to call time on the ­friendship, says Barash, and don’t want to be dissuaded from their decision.

Best Friends Forever — ­Surviving A Break Up With Your Best Friend by Irene S. Levine (­Overlook Press, £10.20, from Amazon). Toxic Friends — The Antidote For Women Stuck In Complicated ­Friendships by Susan Shapiro ­Barash (St Martins Griffin, £8.43, from Amazon).



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Caped crusader Coleen Rooney takes baby Kai and sister Rosie to watch Wayne play football

By Simon Cable



Grin and bare it: Coleen Rooney braves the freezing temperatures in an Alice by Temperley cape as she arrives at Old Trafford on Boxing Day


Given the freezing temperatures yesterday, it perhaps wasn’t the most sensible garment.

But it didn’t stop Coleen Rooney opting for a £440 Alice by Temperley cape which exposed her bare forearms as she arrived to watch her husband Wayne play for Manchester United at Old Trafford.

The garment, which was last popular in the Sixties, has been making something of a comeback in recent months.


In the past few weeks, Victoria Beckham, Sienna Miller, Amanda Holden and Katherine Jenkins have all been seen wearing capes.

Samantha Cameron was even spotted wearing a similar item earlier this year during the general election campaign.

The WAG teamed up pricey cape with a monochrome striped dress and high-heeled shoe boots as she ventured out on Boxing Day.


Boxing Day outing: Coleen was joined by her son Kai, parents Tony and Colette McLoughlin and her sister Rosie


Mrs Rooney, 24, brought the couple’s 13-month old son Kai along to the game against Sunderland, which United won 2-0.

They were joined by Coleen’s parents Tony and Colette McLoughlin and her sister, Rosie, 12, for the day out.

The family will be jetting out for a £30,000 Disney-themed Caribbean cruise on Tuesday - a trip which has been paid for by her husband and will include stops in Aruba, Martinique, Barbados, Grand Cayman and Costa Maya.

Unfortunately for the footballer, he will have to remain in the UK because of club commitments.


To infinity... and beyond: The family brought a Buzz Lightyear toy figure to keep Kai entertained during the match


The McLoughlins and Rooneys were thrilled to have Rosie home for Christmas after she spend a lot of the year in hospital.

Rosie suffers from Rett Syndrome and was only released from Alder Hey Children's Hospital just in time for Christmas.

Coleen told Hello! magazine last week: 'Rosie has had a rough year.


On the pitch: Wayne Rooney passing the ball during the Manchester United V Sunderland game


'We never really know for sure until the last minute, but it would make all our Christmases if she can be there.'

On Saturday, the family decided to have a rest from the kitchen and enjoyed Christmas dinner at The Sir Thomas Street Hotel in Liverpool.

Showing she's a hardy woman, Coleen braved the -7C temperatures in a little black dress and no stockings.


Cape appeal: Amanda Holden (left) and Sienna Miller in capes earlier this month



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100-hour detox: Don't wait until the New Year to shed those extra pounds - start now to look trim by January 1st

By Alice Hart-davis



Keep in shape: How you can shift that Christmas tyre in the 100-hour period between from today and the New Year


After the traditional Christmas blowout, is your waistband feeling the strain? Well, there’s no need to panic — because your partner won’t care. What he really wants you to do is enjoy yourself, cut loose and forget the diet.

Well, that’s what just over half of the men who responded to a survey last week said, ­anyhow.

Trouble is, there are plenty who disagree. A rotten 42  per cent said they would be ‘less attracted’ to their partners if we put on half a stone.


If your man falls into that category, you have two choices: either get rid of him; or get in shape, pronto, with a mini-detox that starts pre-New Year.

The ‘mid-tox’, as it’s been christened, allows you to shift that Christmas tyre and get your glow back in the 100-hour period from today until Friday and any big New Year parties.

Traditionally, diets start in January. The 12 days of Christmas — or at least the week until the sobering reality of New Year’s Day — is usually acknowledged as the most indulgent chunk of the year.

But, for the figure-conscious, the ­festive blowout should last no more than 48 hours. Then, it’s back to business.


‘I love my food and, over Christmas, I really go for it,’ said famously curvy model Kelly Brook. ‘My whole family is coming to my house. That’s 25 people all sitting round the table saying: “Have another potato,” and ­topping up each other’s wine.

‘Much as I love a big blow-out, I can’t escape the Christmas bloat. I’m a size 8-10 but, at Christmas, I fill out. I feel it when my clothes don’t fit ­comfortably any more.

'I do a kind of mid-tox in the days between Christmas and New Year. I get my body back on track by eating sensibly in the lull when there’s nothing going on.’

Mid-toxing is certainly a novel way to approach the quiet days between Christmas and New Year. But if you want to be in decent shape for New Year’s Eve, you need to start today.

After the festive indulgence, we all need a body MOT to flush away our Christmas sins, says Geeta Sidhu, of noshdetoxdelivery.com, which delivers ready-made, detox-friendly meals, snacks and juices.

‘Eating the right foods will give you a body re-boot by helping you to cleanse, energise and lose weight naturally.’

Nutritional adviser Ian Marber, author of How Not To Get Fat: Your Daily Diet, ­cautions against radical detoxes or juice fasts.

He says: A four-day juice fast will do nothing beneficial for you. If you cut your calorie intake to such a degree, the body senses famine and responds accordingly by cutting its metabolic rate. What you need to do is eat healthily.

‘People argue that detoxing is better than eating rubbish. Of course it is, but in the wider scheme of things, it doesn’t help create a healthy attitude around food. If you must diet, opt for sensible eating.’

So what does the mid-tox involve? The good news is that it’s not starvation rations. The first thing to do is get your body back into a regular pattern of ­eating.


Over Christmas, one huge m­eal tends to slide into another, via ­endless snacks. Get back into the habit of eating three sensible meals a day. Set yourself some rules.

Drop all snacks until the New Year. Take a break from alcohol — which is nothing but empty calories that play havoc with your blood-sugar levels — and junk food.

Refined carbohydrates — that’s sugar, cake, biscuits and white pasta — do you no favours. Everytime you eat them, insulin is released by the body to process it, which switches on your body’s fat-­storing mechanism.

Eat protein with every meal; it will help you to feel fuller for longer. That means eggs or nuts with your breakfast, a salad with chicken at lunchtime, and fish or meat for supper.

Large portions of vegetables should be on the menu, along with a few wholegrain carbohydrates such as porridge in the mornings, to give you enough energy to exercise.

Ah, yes, the exercise. You’ll want to add in fitness work that fires up your metabolism and reminds you how to hold in your tummy.

The gym may be shut, but that’s not an excuse. You can run, alternating 50m bursts of sprinting and walking, for maximum cardiovascular benefit.

It sounds sensible enough, and just think of the benefits. You’ll reach the end of the week in better shape and with new resolve — and with no need to start another new diet on New Year’s Day.


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Spot the Kardashian! Kim appears to be suffering some skin troubles as she heads for the gym

By Daily Mail Reporter



Breaking out: Kim Kardashian appeared to have come out in spots as she headed to the gym


We're used to seeing Kim Kardashian with flawless skin - even when she's on her way to the gym.

But the socialite appeared to be having an off day when she arrived for one of her regular workouts on Christmas Eve.

The 30-year-old was showing signs of having had a breakout of spots - which were particularly noticeable on her make-up free face.


And although she tried to cover up with a pair of oversized sunglasses, there was visible evidence on her forehead and cheeks that her skin was not at its best.

However Kim made up for her blemishes by wearing another super-chic stylish outfit for her workout.

Having attracted attention with an all-black ensemble earlier in the week, this time she opted for a tight-fitting white top and cropped black and white jacket, which she teamed with trendy black leggings and white trainers.


Gym Kardashian: The socialite was once again dressed stylishly for her workout in a black and white outfit


And she didn't forget to take along her phone or her bottle of Fiji water - artesian water favoured by celebrities including US President Barack Obama and actor Robert Pattinson.

After spending much of the year in New York launching her new clothing store DASH with sister Kourtney, Kim returned to Los Angeles for the festive period to spend Christmas with her family.

However she almost didn't make it back in time after the adverse weather left her and sister Khloe stranded in South Africa.


That's better: Kim displayed flawless skin at the Ultimate Engagement Ring contest in New York earlier this week


The pair were due to fly home via Paris last weekend but found their trip to Cape Town extended when all flights to the French capital were cancelled due to heavy snow.

They eventually flew out the next day, eventually making it home 28 hours later than expected - and as a result missed the annual Christmas party with their late father Robert Kardashian's family.



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Feline Rihanna wears a black panther swimsuit as she hits the beach in Barbados

By Daily Mail Reporter



Boxing Day beauty: Rihanna wears a black panther swimsuit in Barbados


Rihanna spent the day after Christmas relaxing on Sandy Lane beach in her home country of Barbados.

The singer hit the surf in a very eye-catching and unique panther-design swimsuit.

And even though the suit was a one-piece, it still managed to emphasise the 22-year-old's enviable curves.


The swimsuit is made by designer label We Are Famous and costs £195.00.

Rihanna is spending Christmas with her family in Barbados before jetting back to the U.S in time for New Year's Eve.

After doing her Christmas shopping in Los Angeles earlier this week, the Umbrella star jetted to Barbados's Grantley Adams Airport via Miami on Wednesday.

At Miami, she bumped into her mother Monica and her aunt so they boarded the flight back to Barbados together.


Wrapping up: Rihanna spent the holiday season in Barbados with her family


Writing on her Twitter, she enthused: 'I'm in Miami Airport...Guess who just popped up and surprised me @ my Gate???

'My mooooommmyyyyy....and my AUNTY. We all going home together.. Barbados I love you.'

After spending Christmas in the Caribbean, Rihanna will fly to Las Vegas for New Year's Eve, where she will see in 2011 performing at the Pure nightclub at Caesars Palace.

And she is clearly excited about it, posting about it on her Twitter on Wednesday.


Playful: Rihanna will be spending New Years Eve at Pure nightclub in Las Vegas


She says: 'Damn Its not even Christmas yet and I'm thinking abt NYE!Who's comin out to party with me @ PURE? FYI I'm NOT performing but I'm DEF PARTYIN.'

Meanwhile, there is growing speculation Rihanna has split from baseball star boyfriend Matt Kemp.

The couple were last photographed together in New York in November, with the singer spending most of the past few weeks travelling between North America and Europe promoting her new album Loud.

Friends of the singer said they were not expected to spend the holiday season together.

The couple started dating in late 2009.



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Coronation Street star Debbie Rush shows off her amazing weight loss... in her fitness DVD of course

By Daily Mail Reporter



Changing shape: Coronation Street actress Debbie Rush shows how she dropped four dress sizes in her new fitness DVD


She's known on Coronation Street for playing dowdy cafe worker Anna Windass.

But in real-life, actress Debbie Rush is now cutting an impressive size 8 figure after dropping four dress sizes.

And, as expected these days after a celebrity loses a significant amount of weight, the 44-year-old is revealing her slimming secrets in a fitness DVD.


The soap star releases her fitness DVD, entitled Debbie Rush's Bulge Buster Workout, nationwide today.

The 5ft 2 actress's weight had crept up to 11 stone and a size 16, but after seeing paparazzi photographs of herself in a bra and skirt at a department store over the summer, she was prompted to act.

After enlisting the help of ex-rugby star Andy Titterall, Rush shifted two stone through a combination of circuit exercises and overhauling her diet.

Rush explained: 'After seeing some awful photos of my bulging and bloated figure I knew I’d really let myself go, I was so ashamed of my belly. I was in tears. It was so big I couldn’t see my feet and being short in height I was turning into a little barrel!


Transformation: A slimline Rush at the Inside Soap Awards in late September (left) and looking heavier in January (right)


'I knew I had to do something about it. Once I put my mind to changing the way I looked and found a routine I could do at home which I loved, it was surprisingly easy to get my figure back.

'Now I want to share my exercise secrets and show other real women just like me how to blitz away their body bulge.

'This workout can help you wear the clothes you really want, with results that last.'
Rush first showed off the results of her weight loss at the Inside Soap Awards in September, when she was a size 10, but revealed she was planning to drop another dress sizes in time for the Corrie 50th anniversary celebrations and live episode in December.


And as the DVD cover shows, she managed to achieve her size 8 goal in time for its release.

In an interview with Closer magazine in October, she blamed the temptations of the stodgy food on offer at the Corrie canteen on her weight gain.

She said: 'I used to have no breakfast, a massive lunch at the Corrie canteen - like chips with curry sauce and a dessert - and something similar for dinner. Then I’d sit in front of the TV and have chocolate or popcorn.'

Her DVD will do battle in the fitness charts with Kerry Katona, Clare Nasir, Chantelle Houghton, Davina McCall and Nadia Sawalha's fitness DVDs this new year.

Rush joined the cast of Coronation Street in November 2008 playing dowdy Anna
Windass, the long-suffering wife of mischevious husband Eddie Windass.

Her character Anna is set for a rocky 2011, with her marriage to Eddie seen to breakdown after the actor Steve Husion is to be written out of the ITV soap.

Rush lives in Manchester with husband Andrew and their three children Tom, 20; Poppy, 19; and William, 16.

• Debbie Rush's Bulge Buster Workout DVD goes on sale nationwide today. RRP £19.99.



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007's love nest with Rachel... Craig and co-star share a cottage in the country

By Simon Cable



Hand in hand: Daniel Craig and Miss Weisz take a stroll in the Dorset countryside


Only months after saying that she wanted to be a Bond Girl, Rachel Weisz has got her wish.

The actress appeared hand in hand with 007 actor Daniel Craig in the Dorset countryside.

They are enjoying a Christmas break together at a secluded £1,000-a-week cottage after finally going public with their romance.


Miss Weisz, 40, grew close to 42-year-old Craig while the two British stars played husband and wife in the forthcoming thriller Dream House.

During filming in March, she said: ‘We’ve been getting on really well and yet I still haven’t had an offer to be a Bond girl – but if he asks me I’d definitely do it!’

As recently as four weeks ago, the couple were still denying they were an item.

Craig, who has an eight-year-old daughter with ex-wife Fiona Loudon, arrived at the bolthole last week in his £48,000 black Range Rover.


Licensed to beat the chill: Daniel and Rachel keep warm in woolly hats


Miss Weisz joined him after flying in from New York and driving down in her Fiat 500. The actress has left her four-year-old son Henry in New York with her former fiance Darren Aronofsky.

Wrapped up against the chill, on Christmas Eve Craig and Miss Weisz held hands as they took a two-mile stroll before stopping at a delicatessen to buy food and heading to a pub, where they spent the afternoon together.

Last night they were back at the picturesque property, which boasts a cinema, sauna, gym and a roof terrace. Craig, who sported several days’ stubble, again refused to comment on their relationship.

It is believed the couple now have plans to spend New Year together in the UK.
The actress announced last month that she had split from 41-year-old Mr Aronofsky after a nine-year relationship. They became engaged in 2005 but never married.

Miss Weisz, a Cambridge graduate who won an Oscar for her role in The Constant Gardener, had previously dated Men Behaving Badly star Neil Morrissey and Sam Mendes, now Kate Winslet’s ex-husband.

Craig had been engaged to film producer Satsuki Mitchell after proposing two years ago.


Tied: Daniel Craig had been engaged to film producer Satsuki Mitchell


He and Miss Weisz both own homes near to one another in north London.

There are no suggestions that she may move back to England from her New York home where she has been living near to her son.

It has also emerged that Craig, who has played 007 in Casino Royale and Quantum of Solace, has signed up to star in the next Bond film, scheduled for release in 2012.

There had been fears that he may have to cancel plans to star in the blockbuster after he agreed to play the lead male role in The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo trilogy and Steven Spielberg’s The Adventures of Tintin.


Split: Weisz with ex-fiance Darren Aronofsky at the premiere of his new film Black Swan in September, two months before they went their separate ways



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'She burst into tears': Hugh Hefner, 84, surprises girlfriend Crystal Harris, 24, with engagement ring

By Georgina Littlejohn



Betrothed Bunny: Hugh Hefner took to his Twitter page yesterday to announced he and his girlfriend Crystal Harris got engaged on Christmas Eve


He's had his fair share of women over the years and only got divorced from his second wife in March.

But Hugh Hefner knows how to bounce back in love, and yesterday he announced that he is set to get married again.

The Playboy tycoon, 84, Tweeted last night that he and his girlfriend Crystal Harris, 24, had got engaged.


In the early hours of Christmas Day morning, he wrote: 'After the movie tonight, Crystal & I exchanged gifts. I gave Crystal a ring. A truly memorable Christmas Eve.'

Then last night he added: 'When I gave Crystal the ring, she burst into tears. This is the happiest Christmas weekend in memory.'

Not to be outdone by her fiancé, Crystal then took to her Twitter page to say: 'The most memorable Christmas.'

And later on, to clear up any confusion, Hefner wrote: 'Yes, the ring I gave Crystal is an engagement ring. I didn't mean to make a mystery out of it. A very merry Christmas to all.'

She also added a photograph of a present she gave Hefner, a portrait of her and him and their King Charles spaniel, which was commissioned by playmate Victoria Fuller.


Announcement: Hefner took to his Twitter page to tell the world he had proposed to Crystal


Crystal was born to British parents in Arizona, who moved back to the UK after her birth, but then came back to the States a couple of years later and settled in San Diego, California.

While she was studying psychology at San Diego State University, she started modelling and was noticed by Playboy.

She met Hefner on Halloween in 2008 and started dating him in January 2009 while he was also dating identical twin glamour models Kristina and Karissa Shannon.

But he ended his relationship with the twins in January this year and has remained monogamous to Crystal since.

Crystal once said that she believes she and Hefner were able to bond because she lost a long-time boyfriend in Iraq and he was going through a break up with Holly Madison, whom he dated for 8 years.


Family portrait: Crystal's gift to Hefner, a painting commissioned by Playmate Victoria Fuller


Hefner, who founded Playboy in 1953 with Marilyn Monroe as his first cover girl, has been married twice before.

In 1949, he wed Mildred Williams with who he had two children, Christie, now 58, and David, now 55.

before their wedding, Mildred confessed to Hefner that she'd had an affair while he was away serving in the Army, so she allowed him to sleep with other women because of her guilt over her infidelity, but they divorced in 1959.

Then in 1989 he married Playboy Playmate Kimberley Conrad, who gave him two sons, Marston Glenn, 20, and Cooper Bradford, 19, but after 11 years of marriage, Hefner filed for divorce from Conrad stating irreconcilable differences, which was finalised in March this year.


More the merrier: Hefner and Crystal (R) and twins Kristina and Karissa Shannon



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Sunday, December 26, 2010

EastEnders and Come Fly With Me help the BBC triumph in the Christmas ratings war

By Daily Mail Reporter



The best-viewed show of the day proved to be an hour-long edition of EastEnders with an average of 11.4 million who tuned in to see Stacey Branning exit Albert Square


The BBC was today claiming victory in the Christmas Day TV viewing battle with eight of the top ten most-watched shows.

BBC1's big-hitters included Doctor Who, with more than 11 million tuning in to see the reworking of seasonal favourite A Christmas Carol, as the channel took all of the top five shows.

The best-viewed show of the day proved to be an hour-long edition of EastEnders with an average of 11.4 million who tuned in to see Stacey Branning exit Albert Square after first scrapping with Janine Malloy (Charlie Brooks).


Doctor Who drew an average of 10.3 million viewers - with 11.5 million tuning in at its peak - starring Michael Gambon, Matt Smith and Katherine Jenkins


BBC1 usually tends to dominate the TV remote control on Christmas Day, but ITV1 had the upper hand on Christmas Eve with a higher share of peak-time viewing and a 10.6 million audience for its edition of Coronation Street - its biggest December 25 episode since 2007.

There was some good news for ITV1 yesterday too as the channel increased its share of viewers slightly compared to 2009.

However it achieved only two spots in the top ten, with Coronation Street leading the fight at number six with nine million viewers.

One of the BBC's biggest successes was the debut of Matt Lucas and David Walliams's new show Come Fly With Me, which was the second highest rated show of the day.

The comedy, set in an airport with all-new characters, had an average of 10.3 million viewers and has nudged its way into the top ten shows of the year at number ten. It was up against ITV1's big two-hour drama Poirot which landed 4.2 million viewers.

Doctor Who drew an average of 10.3 million viewers - with 11.5 million tuning in at its peak - down slightly by 100,000 viewers on last year, and the lowest audience for a Christmas Day edition since 2006.


One of the BBC's biggest successes was the debut of Matt Lucas and David Walliams's new show Come Fly With Me, which was the second highest rated show of the day


Strictly Come Dancing's seasonal special proved to be a much bigger draw than the previous year as viewers tuned in to see stars such as Business Secretary Vince Cable go through their paces on the dance floor, just days after he was stripped of some of his powers.

The show pulled in an average of 9.4 million, up on 2009's 6.8 million.

Ronnie Corbett's return to centre stage with his One Ronnie show - a nostalgic evocation of his Two Ronnies days with a number of guest stars filling the place of the late Ronnie Barker - proved to be a big hit with 7.9 million viewers, and seventh place in the Christmas Day top ten.

Across the peak-time slots - from 6pm to 10.30pm, BBC1 had an average audience of 10.2 million, while ITV1 drew 6.1 million.

A spokesman for ITV said: 'ITV1 has had a very successful year on screen in which it has broadcast the most watched television programme in over nine years, four out of the top five most popular shows on any channel, and seven out of the top ten new dramas.

'We're pleased that viewers enjoyed a broad range of programming across this year's Christmas schedule and that ITV1 increased its share of peak time viewing.'

:: Top ten with viewers in millions (note: where audiences are equal, their positions are differentiated by the programme with the higher audience share)

1. EastEnders - 11.4
2. Come Fly With Me - 10.3
3. Doctor Who - 10.3
4. The Royle Family - 9.9
5. Strictly Come Dancing - 9.4
6. Coronation Street - 9.0
7. The One Ronnie - 7.9
8. Shrek The Third - 7.2
9. Emmerdale 7.2
10.BBC News (10.30pm) - 7.1.


Source:Dailymail

From £32m to £269,000: Was huge fall in Robbie Williams’s income the real reason he rejoined Take That?

By Andrew Buckwell



He is one of pop’s most successful solo stars and is worth an estimated £80  million.

But Robbie Williams may have had more than musical motives when he rejoined Take That in July.

New figures suggest that his earnings from recording and touring dipped significantly in 2009, even though he released a solo album, Reality Killed The Video Star, at the end of that year.

Income from his business, The In Good Company Co, which was set up in 2002 to handle his recording and tour revenues, fell from a high of £32 million in 2006 to just £269,566 in 2009.

The company’s cash reserves dropped from £1.6 million in 2008 to £800,000 and profits from £708,000 to £555,000.

Williams’ music publishing business, Farrell Music, recorded losses of £536,000, while another of his companies, Little Youth, posted a loss of £65,000. Only the firm Robbiewilliams.com recorded a healthy profit of £400,000.

But while the star may not be as popular as in his heyday, he is far from impoverished. Industry sources point out that the new figures do not include his earnings from other sources, including the sale of merchandise, and said the figures reflected the ups and downs of a pop star’s income between albums.

One said that the £80 million deal he signed with EMI Records in 2002, the biggest in British record history, was now at an end, so the accounts no longer included advances from the record company.

The source added that Mr Williams, 36, was now being pursued by ‘every major record company’ but has yet to sign a new deal.

Moreover, his reunion with Take That is expected to net him £15 million from the release of the band’s new album, Progress, and next summer’s tour, the first to feature all five band members for 16 years.


Reunited: Robbie with bandmates Gary Barlow, Howard Donald, Jason Orange and Mark Owen


In its first year, the In Good Company Co reported sales worth £34.9 million in what was a highly successful period for Williams.

The singer, whose solo hits include Angels, Let Me Entertain You and Rock DJ, enjoyed peaks in his earnings in 2004 and 2006 as he released and toured with his Greatest Hits and Rudebox albums.

When he signed his deal with EMI Mr Williams declared: ‘I’m rich beyond my wildest dreams.’

But the singer, who married American Ayda Field, 31, in August, later said: ‘Money is nothing to do with happiness. Sometimes I feel like cashing everything in and giving it all away.’

LOW POINT: Robbie Williams saw a significant drop in his earnings in 2009



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Beers Morgan! How Britain's Got Talent judge's love affair with the British pub has entered a new chapter

By Piers Morgan


The traditional British pub means everything to Piers Morgan - it's a home, a sanctuary and a place of endless fun. Now he reveals how he has fulfilled his lifelong dream and become a landlord himself...


Mine host: Piers Morgan and his wife Celia in his pub, The Hanson Cab


'I have two ambitions in life,' said the late, great Oliver Reed.

'One is to drink every pub dry, the other is to sleep with every woman on Earth.'

Mr Reed sadly died without achieving either of his goals, though I bow to nobody in my admiration of the gloriously determined efforts he made to do so.


But it was the legendary hell-raiser's devotion to the British pub that appealed to me more than his latent lust for the global female form.

I'll confess now that I'm a pub addict. Always have been and always will be. So much so that I recently bought one, becoming the proud co-owner of the historic Hansom Cab on Earl's Court Road, Kensington, West London.

The purchase completed a lifetime's love affair with the institution that began during the Roman occupation of our country with small inns under the name of 'tabernae'.

And I mean lifetime. From when I was five to 13, my parents ran an uproarious country pub in the sleepy village of Fletching in East Sussex, called The Griffin Inn. It was the era when drink-driving was rife, lock-ins were the norm and barely a night went by without people fighting, illicitly fornicating, getting arrested or simply falling over - drunk as the proverbial skunk.

For a young lad, with his two brothers and sister, it all seemed utterly thrilling and, quite literally, intoxicating.

One of my mother's most shameful ever moments came when the local primary school headmistress made a formal complaint that my mother's treasured eldest son had arrived for lessons 'smelling of alcohol'.

I had. But only because I'd spent half an hour doing the fun job of 'bottling up', which involved replentifying all the empty shelves with new bottles of beer, wine, spirits and mixers.

A couple of trips down into our dark, dank cellar and I'd emerge with the aroma of Oliver Reed after a three-day bender. And yes, I did used to sneak the odd gulp of flat bitter or a decaying Pinot Grigio.

We moved to a nearby village called Newick as I began my teenage years and at the tender but eager age of 15, I experienced my first alcoholic beverage - a pint of Strongbow cider. Consumed with slow, deliberate glee in the corner of The Royal Oak, just off the village green.


Barrel boy: Piers Morgan grew up in a pub after his parents took over a sleepy village hostelry in East Sussex


It was strictly illegal, of course. But in those days, village pubs were full of youngsters my age. So long as you looked even vaguely 18, you were fine.

I loved that pub with a passion that even a scantily clad Eva Mendes being brought to my dressing room couldn't match.

Every Friday and Saturday, I'd pile in there with my mates and drink as much Strongbow as I could before my body gave way. Those evenings would follow a familiar pattern, and one that some of my critics today might recognise. I'd get louder and more obnoxious as the cider took its grip, until eventually someone would pour a pint over my head, temporarily blinding me in the process. I'd then wheel around, lashing out at suspected assailants until the leggy landlady Mary, object of all our adolescent dreams, would utter the immortal words: 'Piers, you're banned!' And throw me into the street.

From there, I'd stumble the mile-long walk home, occasionally lurching into a hedge.

The next morning, I'd be back at opening time to beg forgiveness from Mary - who would always capitulate, but often only when I'd agreed to do a few shifts behind the bar.

The Royal Oak became, along with cricket, the focal point of my life.

When I chart the funniest ten evenings of my life, at least three or four would involve the Oak. Including the night my Army colonel brother Jeremy beat his own record for drinking a pint of beer, without spilling a drop, while standing on his head. He did it in 4.8 seconds, considerably faster than most of us could do it standing upright.

Unfortunately, he then tried to repeat the exercise later that year in a restaurant called Joe's Brasserie on Wandsworth Bridge Road - using warm lager instead of bitter, and a weird-shaped glass. Halfway through the attempt, the bubbles flew up his nose, and he reared up like a speared gorilla and began to projectile-vomit over everyone.

Fortunately, the staff were on hand to drag him outside, including a barman called Guy Ritchie. Yes, that one. (I met him years later with Madonna, and asked him to 'get me a pint for old times' sake' - he laughed, she didn't.)

On another memorable occasion in the Oak, a local gipsy with very big arms decided the pub needed livening up and started punching everyone he could get his hands on. It was like a scene out of a John Wayne Western as he began smacking my friends over the bar one by one - as I gallantly led the women, and myself of course, to safety.

When the fifth victim was deposited over the bar, and left bloodied on the floor, the police arrived and took our assailant to their van. We later learned that he had beaten up six policemen en route to the station.

Apparently, he'd been in training for a big illegal prize fight, and we were perfect sparring partners.


Barrels of fun: Piers in the cellar of his new enterprise


The big night in the Oak was always the annual bonfire parade. In East Sussex, this is a massive deal, with every village converging on each other's event in tribal colours, clutching burning poles and letting off rook-scaring firecrackers at all and sundry.

I vividly remember sitting amid a huge group of men in blue and white hooped shirts from Lewes chanting their pagan ritual songs: 'Remember remember, the fifth of November, gunpowder treason and plot...'

As they reached a crescendo, the pub would explode with bangers and Catherine wheels and everyone hurled their beer into the air. It was filthy, dangerous and fantastically entertaining.

The Oak became a sanctuary as I reached my late teens. A place to escape the rigours of college and work. Village pubs are habitual, safe places. Same old faces, in the same old chairs, drinking the same old beer.

I liked nothing better than sitting in the corner by a roaring log fire on a Saturday morning, sipping a pint of the local brew, Harveys, and doing a crossword.

It would always smell of the night before - a toxic bouquetmix of cigarettes, booze and human sweat. But it also smelled of home.

Even now, when I walk into the Oak - sometimes straight from Gatwick Airport after a ten-hour flight from LA - I breathe in the familiar fumes and sigh with relief.

The day after I was fired from the Daily Mirror, I knew exactly where I needed to be to get away from the jubilantly frenzied media stomping on my professional grave. I drove to Sussex, parked my car outside the Oak, and walked down to the front door.

As I entered, a large number of my oldest friends were waiting, and delivered a perfectly timed slow handclap of mocking applause. It was the perfect antidote to the nonsense up in London. I took a bow, the applause increased in volume, then one of them said: 'Right, you may be the most humiliated man in Britain, but it's still your round. Get the beers in, Morgan.'

Three hours later, I retraced my old stumbling walk home (by now I'd bought the other half of my parents' house in Newick) and soaked in the comforting scent of springtime flowers in the village. All the angst and tension of the preceding two weeks dissipated.

Pubs have that effect on you. It's why I always understood why men such as George Best took solace in them.

I met him once, in a pub in Fulham on New Year's Eve. He was sitting in a corner with a friend, sipping white wine and fending off a neverending stream of admirers buying him drinks and wanting pictures. Besty was charm personified.

After midnight, I went over to say hello. He shook my hand, and listened to me reciting the same old 'You're the greatest footballer I've ever seen' mantra he'd heard a million times before.

I suspected he wasn't really listening. But I had my moment with a true sporting legend and he had a moment of cheap gratification from a fan. The kind that I think Best needed, and liked, despite his protestations to the contrary.


One of the best: George Best found solace in the relaxed atmosphere of a pub - something that new landlord Piers Morgan can appreciate


I watched him from afar for another couple of hours and saw a man completely at ease in the pub environment. He was genuinely never happier than when propping up a bar with a drink, among other regulars, chewing the fat and whiling away the time.

As I hit my 20s, I hit London and discovered bars. They seemed to me like lesser mortals to pubs - harsher, lighter and less, well, dirty. You had to wear smarter clothes and jostle with the throng to get a drink.

The truth is I've never liked bars the way I like pubs. I bought a house near Wimbledon with three of my old village mates, and we soon located the best local pubs. One gloriously rough dive in the centre of town was so disgusting the grime from the never-cleaned carpets would corrode your shoes like a flesh-eating bug.

But it felt real and authentic. And we'd happily lounge at the bar all night telling stupid stories and laughing our heads off before seeking a kebab or curry as blotting paper for our alcoholraddled bodies.

One night, Alex 'Hurricane' Higgins came in and drank us under the table. No, he really did end up under a table, gurgling but with a smile on his face.

Last summer, the same village mates and I went to a Test match at Lord's - as we do every summer - and ended up afterwards in Gordon Ramsay's nearby pub.


Ale and hearty: Piers enjoys a pint outside his pub


After calling him on location in the Borneo jungle to get his staff to find us a cigar cutter (my bold move worked - they did), we then conducted an impromptu armwrestling competition outside. You couldn't do this kind of thing in an American bar, you'd get arrested.

But in a British pub, anything - short of frightening the horses and upsetting the children - goes. So there we sat, grunting and groaning into our pints as we tried to break each others' arms. Very silly, yet very amusing too.

A couple of years ago, my little brother Rupert (he's actually 6ft 4in, but will always be little to me) became manager of the starry Punchbowl pub in Mayfair, co-owned by the aforementioned Guy Ritchie.

It was a perfect country-style place - no jukebox, video games or tawdry decor. Just a good old-fashioned drinkers' pub with good food out the back if you wanted it. The twist being that loads of celebrities went there, from Kate Moss and Naomi Campbell to David Beckham and Sting.

Rupert's finest hour came when he answered the phone to me saying: 'Sorry bro, can't talk now, serving Clint Eastwood.'

My own favourite night there came after Freddie Flintoff had skittled the Aussies in the 2009 Ashes at Lord's. A few hours later he and his wife Rachael arrived at The Punchbowl in a taxi and he was wearing the biggest grin I've seen since Cherie Blair got lockjaw.

'Good day at the office, Mr Flintoff?' I enquired.

'Not bad, thank you, Mr Morgan,' he chortled. 'In fact, very satisfactory indeed!'

'Drink?' 'A pint of Guinness please.' He drank it like I imagine Guy the Gorilla used to drink his morning supply of milk at London Zoo, very fast and without seeming to touch the sides.

'Another?' 'Seems rude not to!' We spent the next few hours guzzling more beer, fine French claret, steak and chips and chocolate-chip pudding - followed by Amaretto chasers. Freddie was exactly as you'd imagine him to be - funny as Hell, the kind of guy you'd always want to find in a pub.

When my brother decided to move on from The Punchbowl a few months ago, I decided it was time to make a move into the pub ownership business myself - along with Rupert and another partner called Tarquin Gorst, who also co-owns The Punchbowl.

We looked at a number of places in West London before discovering that one of my local pubs, The Hansom Cab, was up for grabs.

It suited our purposes perfectly. Slightly run-down, but in a great area, with loads of potential. The roles of each partner is clearly defined: Rupert to manage it, Tarquin to do all the finances, and me to bring a bit of stardust to proceedings through my thirsty celebrity friends. (Incidentally, there must be pubs with a trio of owners with names posher than Piers, Tarquin and Rupert - I just haven't encountered one yet.)

It's been great fun getting stuck in to turning it round: painting walls, changing furniture, sticking up old photos and bringing in Ollie Couillard, a hot shot chef who used to cook at renowned restaurants Chez Bruce and La Trompette. It's important to offer seriously good pub food if you want to run a seriously good pub in London these days. I think we do that.

Two weeks ago, on the night that CNN threw a big party to launch my new American show, Piers Morgan Tonight, I took a load of guests down to The Hansom Cab afterwards. It was amusing seeing Dragons' Den stars Duncan Bannatyne and Peter Jones fighting to get served in my own pub against newsgirls Emily Maitlis and Sophie Raworth.

But not quite as amusing as watching Steve Jones, the disturbingly good-looking Welsh television heartthrob, stage-whispering to me: 'Where did you get those barmaids from? They're so fit!'

I looked to where he was pointing, and raised an eyebrow.

'Seriously, man, you don't see barmaids that hot in pubs normally...'

And on and on he drooled for quite some time, until eventually I felt compelled to clarify the situation as one of the objects of his fantastical lust re-emerged into view to pour him another pint of Harveys real ale.

'Steve,' I said, calmly.

'Yes Piers.'

'Meet Celia.'

'Hi Celia...'

Pause.

'She's my wife.'

There was a deliciously long silence as the full horror of his behaviour dawned. At which point Jones collapsed into a curled-up ball of shame, moaning: 'No, no, no, no.'

Yes, my friend. Celia's now considering an offer to pull the pumps once a week.


Welcome regulars: Cricketer Andrew Flintoff and TV presenter Steve Jones have enjoyed Piers Morgan's hospitality


Later that evening, Lord Lloyd-Webber turned up with his wife Madeleine, and sat in a corner devouring a fine bottle of Mersault. Meanwhile, my CNN presidents, all three of them (Worldwide, International and America), drank real ale and saluted the unique magic of an old-fashioned British pub.



Thanks to the wonders of Twitter, word got out that a load of stars were in The Hansom Cab and locals began arriving in droves to join in the fun. I cranked up the music, got Celia to pour me another pint, and led the party.

Then came my most testing moment as a new pub owner - closing time. 'Lock-in?' asked one guest, desperately.

I looked at Rupert, who shook his head. 'No chance, bro, the police station's right next door.'

Near anarchy broke out as others realised that there would be no post-midnight drinking. But my horror at being the bad guy soon turned to joy at this new power I had.

'Get out, Bannatyne!' I ordered.

'And you, Jones!' They laughed, and went on their way. God, it felt good.

A few nights ago, I invited another load of friends down to The Hansom Cab for a party, including Freddie Flintoff (obviously), Amanda Holden, Katherine Jenkins and James Corden.

As we stood all night, laughing and joking over a few pints and bottles of wine, I realised that I'm simply never as happy as when I'm in a pub with friends and family.

There are 53,500 pubs in Britain, but the number is declining every year and nearly half the country's smaller villages no longer have a pub. This is a tragedy. Samuel Pepys described the pub as the heart of England, and he was so right. It's something we have that no other country does in the same way. The pub is a part of our fabric of society that should be protected at all costs.

Of course, things have moved on from Anglo-Saxon ale houses. There are now karaoke pubs, strip pubs, gothic pubs, biker pubs, rock pubs, Irish pubs and sports pubs. But the pub, in all its guises, remains an essential fixture of British life.

Not that I don't continue to experience humiliating moments in them. Strolling up to another local, The Crown, in my village of Newick last New Year's Eve, I was confronted by two security guards at the door.

'We're full up,' they said.

'But I've lived here 33 years,' I protested. 'Surely I can get a drink with my friends?'

One of the guards stared at me as if I'd just asked if I could run off with his daughter.

'What part of "full" don't you understand?' he sneered.

I looked inside and saw a number of my oldest friends having the time of their lives. Then it started to rain. All the celebrity status in the world wasn't going to save me now. I began the long, slow trudge home.

Piers Morgan Tonight begins on CNN on January 17.



Source:Dailymail

The Wombles creator Elisabeth Beresford dies aged 84

By Stephanie Condron



Remember you're a Womble: Elisabeth Beresford, seen here with an Uncle Bulgaria toy and her MBE in 1998, has died aged 84


Elisabeth Beresford, who created the popular children’s characters The Wombles, has died aged 84.

Her son said she suffered heart failure on Christmas Eve at the Mignot Memorial Hospital on Alderney in the Channel Islands.

Born in Paris in 1926, Ms Beresford came up with the idea of the Wombles in the Sixties after a Boxing Day walk on Wimbledon Common with her two children.


After her daughter mispronounced the name, calling it Wombledon Common, she was inspired to create the pointy-nosed creatures, and in 1968 the first Wombles book was published.

The Wombles then became household names on UK television from 1973 to 1975.

During an interview with BBC Guernsey last month, Ms Beresford, who lived in St Anne on Alderney, recalled the day she came up with the characters. She said: ‘Over Christmas I had to keep the children quiet as their grandparents were visiting, so on Boxing Day, after the grandparents left, we got in my car and went to Wimbledon Common.


Underground, overground, Wombling free: The Wombles of Wimbledon Common set out to make good use of the things that they find in the 1970s BBC animated show


‘The three of us ran backwards and forwards screaming at the top of our voices – and it was my daughter who said to me, “Oh Ma, isn’t it great on Wombledon Common?” and I said, “That’s where the Wombles live.” ’

Ms Beresford, whose father was the successful novelist J. D. Beresford, served as a Wren during the Second World War.

She then worked as a ghost writer on BBC Radio’s Woman’s Hour.

In her spare time she wrote fiction, starting with romantic stories for women’s magazines.

She later visited Australia, South Africa and the West Indies with her sports commentator husband Max Robertson – and it was then that she was inspired to write children’s books. In 1998 she was made an MBE, remarking: ‘The Queen’s a mad Womble fan.'



Source:Dailymail

Kelly Brook's playing the field: Model holidays with ex Danny... but is still making a pitch for former rugby star Thom Evans

By Katie Nicholl



'Just good friends': Kelly Brook and Danny Cipriani are enjoying a sunshine break in the Maldives, pictured here before their split back in June in Los Angeles


Kelly Brook seems to be playing the rugby field.

The 32-year-old enjoyed a break in the Maldives with England star Danny Cipriani last week, yet all is far from over with former Scotland winger Thom Evans.

‘Kelly likes both Thom and Danny which is awkward as they have played rugby together.’ says a spy.


Playing the field: Kelly with former rugby star Thom Evans in London last month


‘She was trying to play down her holiday with Danny as she believes she has unfinished business with Thom.’

A spokesperson for Danny said: ‘They are not back together but remain good friends.’


Old flames: Kelly and Danny have reunited and are currently on holiday together


Gwyneth Paltrow's plans for first album

Gwyneth Paltrow is planning her own debut album after a foray into country singing.

The 38-year-old actress wife of Coldplay frontman Chris Martin sang live on stage at last month’s Country Music Awards in Nashville.

Now outspoken country singer Toby Keith wants to help Gwyneth, left, with her album.

A pal said: ‘Politically, Gwyneth couldn’t be more different from Toby who writes songs about guns and strippers and even 9/11.

‘But he has offered his services as a back-up singer and writer for her album. She is open to the idea.’

Gwyneth plans to involve Beyonce, Jay-Z and Faith Hill on the album.

Her spokesperson said: ‘She doesn’t rule out recording, but there are no firm plans in place.’


Merry Ex-mas for Frank Lampard

Frank Lampard spent Christmas Day with former fiancee Elen Rives while his TV presenter girlfriend Christine Bleakley returned to see her family in Northern Ireland.

Elen, 35, invited the footballer to join her and their two daughters Luna, four, and Isla, three.

‘Frank had the kids to stay with him for a few days and then spent time with them at Elen’s,’ a source close to the family tells me. ‘They had a real family day together.’

Lampard is due to play for Chelsea against Arsenal tomorrow while Elen is preparing for her debut in ITV’s Dancing On Ice on January 9.

Kylie Minogue to put career before having children

Kylie Minogue may want children but she has put her career first.

Just two weeks ago the pop princess admitted that she was hopeful of becoming a mother through an egg donor, but those plans have changed.

Friends of the 42-year-old Australian singer, say she is going ahead with her huge European tour.

Earlier when talking about a family Kylie, who has been dating Spanish model Andres Velencoso, 32, for two years, said: ‘I do need to look at what might be potential paths that lead to a family. They can do incredible things now, especially in America.’

But my Aussie mole now reports: ‘She’s decided that she’d like to get one more tour out for her latest album Aphrodite.

‘A baby will take up a huge amount of her time, so while she’s seriously considering various fertility options she’s scrubbed her calendar for the tour.’

Kylie’s younger sister Dannii, 39, gave birth to her first child, a boy, in July.



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