Wednesday, 15 April 2015

Rebecca Francis - the brutal face of human egotism

Nothing is more stunning than an wild animal in its natural habitat - bold, majestic, proud. Few of us ever get the chance to see this gift of nature.

It doesn’t have to be wildebeest sweeping over the Serengeti or a humpback whale hurling itself into the air. A dormouse or weasel darting into a hedge can do it for me.

I feel privileged to share the planet with God’s/ nature’s (whoever you want to believe in) most beautiful creations.

We are lucky, truly lucky to share the world with beautiful and precious animals despite their dwindling numbers due to the unstoppable surge in human population.

It is normal, I would assume, to want to protect, preserve, respect and revere these astonishing creatures.

Most people, at least many, share this sentiment - I would hope.

But not all. This week, thanks to comedian Ricky Gervais, we were introduced to Rebecca Francis (Ricky you have catapulted in my estimation).

Remember that name - Rebecca Francis. You may be hearing a bit more about her in the coming weeks.

Rebecca Francis. She is the flaw in my theory that deep down most humans are good, gentle and nurturing beings.

She is the opposite.

Thousands of people this week grimaced at images of her posing next to a slaughtered giraffe, blood-smeared and complete with proud grin and crossbow in hand.

This woman apparently believes animals serve one purpose - to satisfy her violent lust for blood and inflicting death on living things.

The picture sent a shockwave of outrage across the internet - her beaming face posing joyously beside her crumpled trophy. All smiles for the camera.

She came in for a barrage of criticism when this image leaked, but defends her actions saying the beast “was old anyway” and in dismembering it to make jewellery for the locals she delivered to it “a noble death”.

She has bemoaned the furious outcry when further pictures circulated on the internet of her mauling the bloodied corpse of a lion. Then a part-butchered stag and brown bear.

She insisted she “wants to live life to the full” and that killing animals makes her happy - her actions are after all  “100 per cent legal” she whines.

Not if I had my way Miss Francis - your actions would be absolutely illegal in every single statute across the world.

Your twisted arrogance and self-centred excuses astonish me and, it would appear, the rest of the world.

But more on that later.

Miss Francis states she has “dreamt” of hunting - killing animals for fun - since she was a child.

The “extreme huntress” claims she is “living life to the full with no regrets” and insists she is entitled to her bloodied rampages.

She kills not for food, or because she feels in danger, but simply for pleasure - “I don’t want to miss out on some irreplaceable memories,” she says.

With my stomach semi-churned I decided to do more research on this woman. I didn’t have to look far, she has a website displaying a gallery of kills from around the world.

She has maimed and slaughtered her way through through the plains of Africa, Alaska, New Zealand and across north America.

A quick look at the site will leave you in no doubt she is a dab hand with a crossbow and arrow - crimson-splattered zebras, rams, bears, moose - you name it, she’s killed it.

They are all laid out in grotesque glory, the self-styled star of the show never far away, grinning and smirking. 

If you were in any doubt of her fearlessness, a snap of her dragging up the jaws of a lion to expose its teeth would prove you wrong.

There is a selection of videos too. With coiffured, bleached-blonde hair and painted face Miss Francis shows us just how far she can sink to satisfy her gratuitous desire for violence.

‘High flying mountain goat’ shows her perched on a mountain ridge taking aim at an unwitting target below.

After firing the shot the animal stumbles and staggers in view of the camera before dragging itself a few feet and tumbling to the ground.

“What a shot” she exclaims, beaming with pride, before ‘high fiving’ her equally stupid-looking companion.

In another clip she rubs her hands gleefully as she points to a white-tail deer in a field saying “thjs is going to be so much fun… there is a beautiful buck chasing some does”.

You got one thing right Miss Francis, it was a beautiful deer, before you got your bloodthirsty hands on it.

I struggle to comprehend what exists inside this woman’s head - a mind darker and far more wicked than any I have ever come across. It gets even more revolting.

After bears, deer, boar and goats stop satisfying her depraved impulses she decides it is time to move onto bigger and better things.

Claiming the African plains as hers, and with no regard for preservation, conservation or moral standards, she systematically culls her way through a terrain of majestic creatures.

“There is only one place an arrow can penetrate a giraffe’s vital organs,” she states lumbering towards a giraffe, “right between the shoulder blades.”

The video shows blood spilling down the creature’s chest as she boasts “I put the arro
w exactly where it needed to be.”

Unfortunately for you sweetheart there are thousands of people emerging who are not afraid to say they disagree with you on that one.

“It didn’t take him long to go down,” she brags.

I am not surprised you stupid, stupid woman, you have just fired a 12 inch rod of steel through its heart.

“It was so exciting,” she goes on, rushing up for her close up.

“One of things that they do with this beautiful tail is that they make jewellery,” she concludes, “that’s fantastic, this ought to feed a lot of people.”

This exposes part of Miss Francis’s problem. She inhabits the very sad human-centred world which believes the entire world, nature, animals, plants, the environment and every single thing in it is secondary to the wants and desires of selfish and egotistical people like herself.

She believes everything and anything is fair game and as long as
there is a human gain in the end, it is justified.

It is not justified, my dear, and I fear you are only at the beginning of a very ugly backlash to your filthy practices being aired..

Mother-of-eight Miss Francis reacted with horror at the public outcry to her activities.

I’m within my rights, I have children, I’m being threatened etc etc.

Let me explain. You have propelled yourself to a new lofty height - that of the human face of cruelty, in all its glorious ugliness. You now have quite an audience, let’s hope their not quite as ugly as you.

I shall never understand people like Rebecca Francis. People who simply out of pleasure or to satisfy some perverse craving in themselves, snuff the life of another living creature and then sleep at night.

But I thank God for that because I could not live with myself if it was me.  She is now recognised as one of the most wicked, twisted and self-centred humans on the planet.

Mr Gervais, you asked her: "What must've happened to you in your life to make you want to kill a beautiful animal and then lie next to it smiling?”

I don’t think you’ll find the answer. In any case I am not really interested.

Nothing, but nothing excuses this vile behaviour.   I condemn violence in every shape and form including the threats against her, however, I believe heavily in karma.

Remember that word Rebecca Francis, karma, because if there is any justice in this world it will one day become your reality.

Friday, 27 February 2015

So what did Madonna tell Jonathan Ross?

From 'spies' in the audience this is what Wossy managed to get out of the Queen of Pop last night (including the lowdown on 'that' fall).
(Show to be broadcast in a fortnight)

Madonna performed two songs at the show: a remix of Living For Love and Ghosttown.
She was joined by a three piece band, two backing singers, and several minotaur dancers.
She had two costume changes, wore one for Living For Love and another for Ghosttown and her interview. She wore Marc Jacobs and kept going on about how much she loved the skirt and boots she was wearing.

Madonna has long term work plans: the upcoming Tour finishes in February 2016, she will the take the Summer off, and start directing a new film after.

Madonna spoke a lot about her performance at the Brit Awards. She hasn’t and won’t watch it.

At the point of falling she knew she had a decision – be strangled or fall. She knows how to fall off horses so she chose to fall.

She revealed that she fell on her head and was up until 3am being checked for concussions.

She was heartbroken as the performance wasn’t "magic".

After the next film she will be directing Madonna wants to do a sit down comedy tour and already has ideas for it.

She said she divorced Guy Ritchie because timing was wrong.

Her kids love her music but she doesn’t want them going pre-Vogue.

Madonna thinks all her kids would be creative.

She admits she’d taken drugs , wouldn’t want to tell Lola what to do as it would be hypocritical – but says whenever she’s taken drugs she just wanted to drink tons of water to flush them out.

Madonna and her brother Christopher Ciccone are friend now and she’s forgiven him for the book (Life with my sister Madonna).

She asked for a dirty martini which never arrived.

Her favourite clothing era was Blond Ambition.

All of her old tour costumes are safe in a warehouse.

Her favourite films that she’s acted in are Dick Tracy and Evita.

She sang an impromptu duet of the song Getting To Know You with her show host.

She loves that she paved the way for women like Miley Cyrus to be sexual in their shows.
Contrary to recent rumours she does not regret the Sex book.

Her daughter Lola messaged her to say she disapproved of her flashing her ass at the Grammys.

She has to get Lola‘s permission before she posts photos of her (Lola) on the Internet.
She mentioned her new song Joan of Arc and how she doesn’t regret anything but still gets hurt.

The reason behing the accident was a last minute change to the Brits performance: she was made to walk longer on the catwalk and the final version of her cape was heavier than anticipated so it was tied tighter as was so heavy and she hadn’t rehearsed taking it off.

Madonna told Jonathan Ross she’s single at the moment.
And she invented a word – “macubia”.
She told one gay in the audience his dress sense was probably why he hadn’t had a date in 15 years.
She wanted to record her Rebel Heart album with British duo Disclosure but as they were busy during the Summer with festivals their schedules didn’t match. 
Working with Kanye West was tough as he is busy with fashion lines and other projects.
(SOURCE: Madonnatribe)

Sunday, 1 February 2015

Banana artist gets Britain having fun with fruit

Legend has it that many years ago a cartoonist, frustrated for ideas, spotted a tiny mouse scurrying around his boss Walt Disney’s desk.

This careless and unplanned doodle led to the birth of the greatest animated character of all time - it's a wonderful story of how Mickey Mouse came into being.

It was an unknown, aspiring novelist who claims that during a long train journey one day the idea of a young boy wizard called Harry popped into her head.

She scribbled it down and …. do I really need to tell the rest?

My point is that the weirdest, unexpected and off-the-cuff ideas often open the door to the most glittering treasure troves.

You can spend years struggling to find inspiration before one day finding yourself twiddling your fingers, scratching your head - or drawing on a piece of fruit.

You may wonder where this is all going - and before you give up thinking I am bananas - I urge you to stick with it.

Not a very subtle pun I know but brings me to the stroke of genius which has the world looking at fruit in a whole new way.

Sitting at her desk one day, a national newspaper showbiz editor thoughtlessly drew a sketch of a puppy on a banana.

I was lucky to have been sitting just opposite and can proudly say I witnessed the birth of something that is about to send the whole world fruity.

FunWithFruit, the brainchild of dear colleague Elisa Roche, has seen the yellow skins of the Musa acuminata seed pod adorned with intricate images of Kermit the Frog, fearsome Chinese dragons, seahorses, gallon ships and my personal favourite - weather clouds and lightning.

Elisa now proudly presents herself as a  banana artist (probably the world’s first) and has an impressive Instagram portfolio to prove it.

Apart from the obvious fun of unleashing her unparalleled talents onto eight inches of bent yellow tropical fruit, she has set the wheels of something big in motion.

Young fans of her work are posting their banana pics on Instagram while their parents rejoice at their little ones wanting to eat fruit.

Amateur painters are dipping their toes into the all but uncharted steers of banana art before tucking into a potassium-rich tasty treat.

Elisa, a Jamie Oliver trained chef, has been featured in The Sun, The Daily Mirror and Vogue showing off her brilliant and delightfully bonkers craft.

She launched FunWithFruit bananart saying she loves to eat a banana every day, but not before fooling around with it.

Bravo! Can you imagine how much happier not to mention healthier we would be if we all released a little creativity before peeling back and tucking in? - non-toxic pens only children please.

For years health gurus and advisors have been racking their brains to think of ways of getting the nation eating more fruit and veg - well boys and girls, you have your answer…. draw and eat!

Elisa’s talent is well worth a look, even if you are not a fan of the yellow fruit.

We’ve had dolphins leaping out of the sea, boats cruising down the Thames, swimmers diving into cocktail glasses and Halloween witches fruitily flying on their banana broomsticks.

Elisa’s Christmas banana was a glowing treat of fairy lights while fans of Frozen - yes there’s one for you too.

I am a wholehearted believer that a little colourful madness makes the world go round - and Elisa, your bananas hit the spot like nothing else.

I love your daily creations and applaud your success at getting the nation doing what others have tried to and failed - having fun with fruit.

Monday, 12 January 2015

Is it coming to an end for Madonna - a sad fan and reluctant rebel heart speaks out.

For the last 30 years I have been a loyal, unequivocal and dedicated Madonna fan.

Ask anyone who knows me to think of one word to reflect or describe an integral part of me and they would probably say ‘Madonna’ - that or (with tongues in cheeks) ‘the weather’ 

I have the word ‘Madonna’ inked onto a private part of myself (not that) such is my dedication.

After 10 years of keeping that secret for fear of my mother finding out I can now say it, after bending down last summer to stroke the dog (that is not a euphemism) she gasped in horror ‘what’s that across your arse?’ - yes she did.

I repeat, I have worshipped and adored the woman for three decades (more).

I have waited for hours outside hotels to glimpse her coming in or out, queued outside Wembley in the pouring rain, Hyde Park, Earl’s Court, the O2.

I have pilgrimaged to New York to trace her steps, hailing a yellow cab to Times Square and telling the driver to ‘take me to the centre of everything’ - her legendary first words on the journey to make it big.

I have a room dedicated to Madonna memorabilia. I have a spec of blonde hair picked off the stage at London’s Wyndham’s Theatre in 2002 after her sacred feet graced the platform in the play Up for Grabs.

I have toured Hard Rock Cafes taking pictures of me beside her stage clothes. I have a packet of New York-purchased Hot Tamales held in a shrine as a tribute to her ‘favourite candy’. I have every album, book, video, CD, DVD, tour programme and even a packet of Madonna condoms I spotted in a souvenir shop in Amsterdam.

I love the woman.

But now I say, though I admit through teary eyes, I think she may have had her day. I think ‘Rebel Heart’, the new album, reflects an uncomfortable strain to stay relevant, contemporary, or even just good.

Sorry - yes, I know. I issue a heartfelt apology to my 16-year-old self who would have driven a dagger through his own heart before issuing such words.

But after she unexpectedly released six tracks from the forthcoming album at the end of last year, it was not her gesture of defiance to get one over on the hackers which resonated as I played the first song, but proof of her admission that they had been rushed out.

Rewind 25 years. Madonna was the queen of the world. She had just released Like a Prayer one of the best albums ever made.  She then stepped up with vogue - an immediate classic, expertly crafted with bumping, soul-carrying back beat and that iconic hook weaved in with the names of Hollywood legends to tip a nod to the now god-like status of the artist. 

She packaged it with the tightly choreographed black and white video and within seconds it was number one. People still ‘strike a pose’ on dance-floors and mouth “Bette Davis we love you” when it hits the chorus.

Madonna then took to the road in the summer of 1990 complete with blonde ponytail, conical bustier and a red satin bed. This was the moment she secured her place as pop royalty. This was the Madonna which the world stood up and took notice of.

She was no longer a bubblegum, teeny pop singer but was taking on the Catholic church and sticking two fingers up to the police  who threatened to arrest her for touching herself on stage.

She single-handedly sparked the age of the real wannabe, the Kylies and Sonias, the Gabrielles and Ce-ces emerged in their droves - but there was only every one Madonna.

While Kylie Minogue was squeaking about being ‘so lucky’ Madonna was thumping her way through hit after classic hit - True Blue, Papa Don’t Peach, Express Yourself, cherish, Dear Jessie.

After Madonna wrapped up Blond Ambition in France Kylie took to the stage complete with dancers in ponytails, headset mic, and pointy bras and the world laughed its head off at her feeble mimicry - no one could match Madonna and shouldn’t try.

Who would have thought the tables would have turned so drastically, it is now Kylie putting out the  decent albums, and Madonna, well, we’ll get onto that.

Kylie is releasing Into the Blue, Les Sex, Get Outta My Way - really polished tunes with almost Abba-like tightness of harmonies, lifts and addictive choruses.

All the lovers I, well love. Strong, soulful, gripping, a really good pop number with brilliant video to match. So as I cringe through Madonna’s first Rebel Heart offerings, I refuse to believe the queen of pop has begun to sound so amateur.

When I hear Like a Prayer it still chokes me up. Everything about it. The passion, the pulsating choir cutting in just as you think you have no more goose pimples to raise. The plea to fall to your knees “no choice your voice can take me there”.

Is this really the same polished, mature artist who wants me now to buy into ‘you get freaky all night long, na..nana….na na, Bitch I’m Madonna’?

Let’s address the problem with Rebel Heart - from the taste we have had so far.

It is a bit like, I suppose going to an exclusive restaurant and coming out wishing you had just gone to MacDonalds, unsatisfied, cheated. There was no salt in the food, the plates were dirty - a bit like that.

The strongest song is Ghosttown, and this could have saved the album were it not for the fact that you  still come away feeling short-changed. There was something missing, I'm left wishing I had been given the final cut.

Although it is a good tune it sounds rushed and un-finished. It sounds like nobody has given it a listen after pulling it together.

The song builds to what is a classic Madonna chorus and just as you are given a taster, think ‘here we go’ and get ready for that hook again, it flops into an awkward, synth-pop, unrelated stream of non-sounds.

All the songs do this.

Devil Pray is clunky, unconvincing and the words just don’t work - I cant put it anyway other than that, they just don’t fit together, they sound ugly. It needs more salt.

Unapologetic Bitch - yes there’s that word again, I just don’t get this. However after cringing through the first half of the song suddenly there is hope. It dissolves into what you hope will be a tuneful crescendo, but no, just as your taste glands moisten, it cuts away into another ugly synthesised cluster of banging and clattering. It sounds like Prince on his worst day has had a go at mixing it - what I am saying is it sounds rushed.

Then we come to the real treat, ‘Bitch I’m Madonna’. This I thought had to be a joke when I first heard it, in a Give Me All Your Luvin’ kind of way.

Madonna, is this really you? Has this really come from the same brain which spawned The Power of Goodbye, Frozen and Ray of Light?

To add insult to injury you invite Nicki Minaj onto the crime scene to make it, if this is possible, worse.

I don’t know where it all went wrong Madonna, and though I hope the remainder of the album is sensational, I think this might do it for you.

You might just release those loyal fans who have stuck by you for the best part of half a century.

You would do well to see how Lady Gaga is running her show, not just by ploughing all her focus into the music but how she treats her fans. She actually likes them.

It was very different for us back in the day.

The more you treated us like dirt the stronger you secured your place in our hearts as our fearsome queen, our diva.

When you made it clear to us, after waiting hours in the cold to meet you at Selfridges, that letting us edge next to you for a photo made your skin crawl - we loved you even more.

“No photos today guys” - we were told, desperately clutching our cameras in the pouring rain, hoping this would be the moment we get that treasured snap. Photographic proof of us breathing the same air as our idol.

“She doesn’t want people grabbing her” 

Lifelong fans staggered out of your 30-second one-to one audience in 2004, struggling to walk, in floods of tears, but with no memento of that special moment - their cameras having been taken off them beforehand.

But even as close back as 10 years that was ok because after all you were Madonna - we were just grateful you had allowed us in the same closely-guarded enclosure as you.

While you have shamelessly shown contempt for your fans, Gaga is out there hugging hers, letting them take all the pictures they want.

And it is not as if she needs to, she is still knocking out some pretty decent tunes. But she has grasped  the ‘I need to be less of a diva’ climate, using skills to play the market you once mastered above anyone else.

As Kylie continues to lead her followers in a defiant march to the dance floor, you left yours behind long ago, they are still snoozing through Hard Candy.

It hurts me to say this Madonna, it really does, and don’t get me wrong I shall always love the old you. But you are taking the mick a bit.

I shall always get a rush of candy-sweet, tinsel-draped joy when I hear vogue.

I shall always feel the tropical sun on my face when I listen to La Isla Bonita - thrown back to your beautiful island with the same lift as when you released it in the winter of 1987.

But I don’t want to cringe when I listen to you. I can’t bring myself to. 

I don’t want to have to strain to hear anything of note in your work while trying to ignore the juvenile ankle biting of Nicki Minaj in the background.

I don’t want to hear you effing and blinding your way towards 60, flooring your historic statement to Radio One on the sweaty Wembley Blond Ambition stage of summer 1990. Then you were making a statement and it worked. Now you just sound like a potty-mouthed old lady.

I have spent hundreds, no thousands seeing you perform and mostly I have come away with precious memories. However in recent years I’ve found myself clocking a look at my watch before the show has ended.

I have shelled out a week’s wages to be at the back of a half-empty stadium to see you as a dot in the distance while straining to hear one note. At the time I thought ‘couldn’t she have given her fans a better deal by taking this to a smaller venue?’.

I have no doubt you will take Rebel Heart onto the road this year and the last remaining 40-plus die-hards will toy with their credit cards as their fingers hover over the five-minute warning on TicketMaster’s website.

But for the first time, and with a heavy heart, this time round I might consider saving my money.

Thursday, 28 August 2014

The Ice Bucket Challenge - water wastage and hypocrisy

There is a craze sweeping the world at the moment, it is filling newspapers and ‘going viral’ on the internet.

For anyone who has been living in a cave for the past two months I am talking about the ‘ice bucket challenge’ - the latest thing to be seen doing.

A simple theory, it involves filling a bucket with water and tipping it over your head, preferably with a camera pointed in your direction.

The ‘challenge’, I am led to believe, helps raise awareness of Motor Neurone Disease - the paralysing sensation of getting drenched in ice-cold water apparently gives an insight into what sufferers experience.

I get the theory, however I am starting to grow tired of the endless watery Facebook updates and procession of publicity-hungry ‘celebrities’ who, lets face it, would tip a bucket of camel dung over their heads if it scored them a picture in a national newspaper.

I can imagine the calls flying from publicists to clients - “I think it’s time you were seen doing the ice bucket challenge, I’ll get the press release typed up”.

I give my 100 per cent support to any organisation which raises money for and awareness of good causes - even if it is not one which resonates with me.

Motor Neurone Disease is a terrible condition which of course should be highlighted, it is a cause deserving of every penny raised to help sufferers.

But what started off as a well-intentioned idea is turning into an annoyance and, if nobody has noticed, a big waste of water.

Some big names have already hinted at their detachment from the challenge.

Former Baywatch star and anti-vivisectionist Pamela Anderson refused to take part due to the nature of the animal experiments involved in research into Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis (ALS).

American president Barack Obama has also decided to maintain a dignified dry stance, though he has not disclosed his reasons for snubbing the bucket.

It could be that he prefers to give money to the charity of his choice in a private manner or maybe he thinks it is simply publicity seeking, if so I am fully in his camp.

Cast your mind back to summers gone by and warnings which emerge around the same time as the first daffodils poke through the ground.

“Use water wisely”

“Don’t spend more than two minutes in the shower”

“Turn the tap off while brushing your teeth”

“Don’t throw the water away after boiling an egg - use it to water the garden”

We are told how many millions of gallons are wasted flushing the loo and warned we will all be queueing at standpipes if we take an extra bath.

However the very same people who wave their fists at the first hint of warm weather now seem reluctant to criticise the water-sloshing frenzy gripping the planet.

On its website, Friends of the Earth claims to be “working to protect fresh water through our network of local activists, and regional and national advocacy work”.

It states: “Fresh water is one of our most precious resources. 

“Yet we’re taking it for granted and using too much.”

Its water policy includes “Governments measuring water use and setting targets to reduce it”, “Strong EU rules obliging large companies to measure and manage the amount of resources they use, including water” and “more low-impact consumption”.

It even advocates “low water diets” and “reduced meat consumption” to help save the planet.

So what did they have to say when I called them hours after racing car driver Lewis Hamilton was pictured having two wheelie bins of water dumped over him.

A press spokesman said: “We’ve had a call about this already and its not something we’re concerned about.”

Oh really? - I’ll get that steak back on the grill then if you’ve changed your minds.

In a Government report in 2008 the then Secretary of State for Environment, Food and Rural Affairs Hilary Benn said: “Pressures on our water resources are set to increase. 

“The south east and east of England in particular face increasing demand on a finite water supply.

“We must find ways of using water much more efficiently and sustainably if we are to meet these challenges whilst continuing to enjoy high standards of water quality and a constant supply. 

“Water efficiency saves not only water but also the energy needed to pump, treat, and often heat it.”

When I asked about the water wasted doing the challenge The Department for Environment and Rural Affairs’ (Defra) said today: “It’s not something we’ve got a position on, it’s a bit of fun for a good cause.”

Is this hypocrisy or are people fearful of slipping on an ice cube into the wrong side of political correctness? I think the latter.

I spoke to Jacob Tompkins at Waterwise, a body which aims to promote water efficiency, and to be fair he gave me a reasoned explanation as to why he wasn’t up in arms over the challenge.

He said: “There is a difference between water usage and water wastage, and as this is engaging people in charitable donations and looks like a bit of fun, it is not really a waste.

“We use around 150 litres of water per person per day, so you could offset a bucket of water by knocking a minute or two off your shower.

“We are not the water police.”

I’m not sure it is the waste of water which bothers me or the sudden emergence of double standards.

It also doesn’t help  that the bandwagon is steadily growing laden with the likes of Justin Bieber and Lady Gaga posing under a bucket, all in the name of charity of course.

I have no intention of getting wet and sharing it with the world on Facebook, though I do and and will continue donating regularly to charity.

And to all the militant water watchers playing it safe for fear of offending the PC brigade - you just try and tell me I can’t hold the flush for more than two seconds next time we get a dry spell.