Women’s boxing: Adams’ gold of the ring packs a punch for equality

News for Friday 10 August is taken from The Guardian

When Nicola Adams first put on boxing gloves at her local gym as a tiny schoolgirl of 12, bouts between two women were banned by the British Boxing Board of Control. They were too unstable, went the reasoning, on account of their menstrual cycles, and besides no one wanted to see a pretty girl get hit.

On Thursday, 17 years later but not a great deal taller, Adams finally gave her response in the ring, emphatically defeating the Chinese world champion flyweight Ren Cancan to become the first woman ever to claim an Olympic gold medal in boxing.

She had only gone to the gym that day because her mother had an aerobics class and could not find any childcare.

Britain may be getting accustomed to gorging on medals, but the country’s 24th gold, courtesy of Adams, is more significant than most.

When the IOC ruled in 2009 that women’s boxing would be in the London Games, 11 years after the BBBC was obliged to lift its unequal ban, the former world champion Amir Khan said he was against the move, saying: “When you get hit it can be very painful.”

On Thursday he was ringside, paying lavish tributes, with everyone else, to the skill and dexterity of the female fighters.

Once London’s festival of sport has come to its conclusion, there is little question women’s boxing will be reckoned one of its great successes. It is not merely the ferociously supportive crowds the sport has drawn – even if the most vocal bellows have been reserved for Ireland’s Katie Taylor, who took lightweight gold shortly after Adams’s bout – but the respect the competitors have commanded, among boxing ingenues and experienced sports devotees alike.

As recently as March this year, the International Amateur Boxing Association (AIBA) was threatening to force women boxers at the Games to compete while wearing skirts “to help distinguish them from the men”.

Immediately before Adams’s bout, Ching-Kuo Wu, the AIBA president, said the Rio Games would almost certainly see the number of divisions at which women could compete at the Games double from three to six. London’s women fighters, he said, were “heroes in boxing history”.

As Adams stood on the podium to claim her gold, four days into women’s Olympic boxing history, the exclusion before now of women from the sport already seemed as ridiculous as the bar, until 1984, on their running the marathon. Did she think she had answered the sceptics, she was asked later?

“It’s not me that’s answered them, it’s the crowds. They have been cheering as much for us as they have for the lads.”

If she could inspire young girls to think boxing was also open to them, she said, “that’s amazing”. She added: “That’s what I want to see. More girls getting into boxing and participating.”

The martial metaphors, already tiring 13 days into these Games, are inevitably over-exercised when it comes to women’s boxing, but in Adams’s case, talk of punching through glass ceilings and battling her way out of adversity seem particularly apt.

After her first bout at 13, she did not compete again outside her Leeds gym for four years thanks to a lack of opponents. There were no women’s clubs when she started, and when two teenage girls tried to compete in a bout in 1997, Lennox Lewis called it a freak show; the Daily Mail, inevitably, a “bout of madness”.

She was first introduced to the sport by her boxing-mad father, Samuel, watching the Rumble in the Jungle and other legendary bouts on VCR and becoming entranced by Ali.

She didn’t really stop to think that girls didn’t box. “I was so young I wasn’t really into the politics,” she said after her bout. “All I saw was Mohammed Ali and Sugar Ray Leonard, and I just wanted to do what they did.”

She turned pro at 18, became the first woman boxer to represent England, and went on to win two world championship silver medals and become European champion in 2011.

It was the more impressive given a catastrophic injury three years ago, when she fell down stairs while walking to the ring before a bout, and cracked her vertebra. She went ahead with the bout, and won, but was so badly injured she was confined to bed for three months and unable to fight for a year.

“When I had my injury it was really hard to think I was ever going to get up to boxing speed, to be able to go as quickly as I did before. But I have improved on how I did before, and come back stronger.” How did she account for that? A shrug. “I was always determined that I would succeed.”

Described by her mother, Dee, as gentle and a “mummy’s girl”, Adams is just 5ft 5in, and, to fight in the 51kg category, weighs less than eight stone. She is also an irrepressible smiler, beaming as she entered the arena to huge cheers from the crowd.

At their most recent encounter, in the world championships in May, she was defeated by Ren, but her victoryon Thursday was emphatic, at one point knocking her to the floor, though her Chinese opponent was quickly back on her feet.

The Brits, waving union flags, chanted her name, and in perhaps the greatest mark of respect, the Irish crowd, expectant for Taylor’s bout immediately after hers, even lent her a chorus of “Ole! Ole! Ole! Ole!” in the second round. As the final bell sounded she was still throwing punches, a tiny ball of energy.

Adams’s hopes that more women will go into boxing will almost certainly be helped by her success at the Games – and the visibility of Britain’s other competitors at these Olympics, Natasha Jonas and Savannah Marshall. British women received £1m of funding in 2009 and Adams had a generous living allowance and the full support of the boxing set-up at the English Institute of Sport in Sheffield. Her success is likely to mean that funding is increased.

She said: “There’s an option of going professional, but I’m happy with the amateur game. Rio is definitely an option for me. It would be nice to see their opening ceremony.” Besides, she said with a smile, “We haven’t yet had a double Olympic champion in boxing for the females. There’s definitely some motivation there.”

Swim that broke Cold War ice curtain

Diomede Islands: Little Diomede Island or Kruz...

Diomede Islands: Little Diomede Island or Kruzenstern Island (left) and Big Diomede Island or Ratmanov Island in the Bering Sea. Photo is from the north. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

News for Wednesday 8 August is taken from BBC News

In the summer of 1987, the American swimmer Lynne Cox braved the frigid waters of the Bering Strait to swim from the United States to the Soviet Union. Twenty-five years on, now aged 55, she recalls how her actions in the waning days of the Cold War eased international tensions.

“I wanted to open the border so we could become friends,” says Cox. “The difficulty was that nobody believed it could happen.”

Her route between Little Diomede Island, in the US state of Alaska, and Big Diomede Island, in the Soviet Union, was just 4.3km (2.7 miles) but it crossed the maritime border of two countries still locked in Cold War opposition, and the water was cold, very cold.

“There was this instant loss of breath,” Cox recalls. “The cold was like a huge vampire pulling the heat from my body. I looked down at my fingers and they were totally grey, like the hands of a cadaver.”

With the water temperature at 3.3C, the only way for Cox, then 30 years old, to survive was to keep moving.

“I put my face in the water and started swimming as fast as I could. I was also looking at my shoulders to see if they were turning blue because that would be really dangerous.”

Cox first had the idea of the Bering Strait swim in 1976 and spent years lobbying Soviet officials for permission to enter their waters.

After being ignored at every turn, Cox finally decided to use “every last penny” of her savings to do her swim.

On the eve of the swim, there was still no word from Moscow, and the military on both sides of the Cold War were jittery.

“We knew something was happening because the Soviets moved two ships the size of football fields up into the Bering Strait,” Cox recalls.

“The (indigenous) Inuits freaked out so they called the (US) National Guard and they sent up jet fighters. Then the Soviets sent up MiGs to check out why the Americans were up there. And I was thinking that this was supposed to be about world peace.”

With 24 hours to go, permission came through from Moscow. President Gorbachev himself had seen a TV report about Cox’s swim and – with the world’s media watching – the Soviet leadership decided it would be too embarrassing to turn her back.

On the morning of 7 August, Cox woke up to find the Bering Strait completely calm. But there was no sign of the Inuit, who would guide her in their traditional kayaks.

“I’m all set to go and my crews are all set to go, but they’re not up and I’m freaking out,” says Cox.

It turned out that the Inuit had been up all night celebrating the prospect of seeing their relatives on Big Diomede for the first time in nearly 50 years. As they slept in, fog closed in and visibility dropped to 400m.

“We couldn’t see anything, we didn’t have radar, we had traditional canoes. Great Diomede is only 6.4km (4 miles) wide so everyone was really concerned that I might just miss the island.”

As Cox started swimming, she was worried to see her support boats making constant changes of course. None of the Inuit was old enough to remember the route to Great Diomede and their only navigational device was a rusty compass.

In the end, one of the American journalists accompanying Cox intervened to put the expedition on the right bearing.

Cox then heard the sound of a motor. And slowly, a Soviet launch appeared.

“I was elated when I saw the skiff emerge from the fog – finally the Russians are here,” she says.

On board was Vladimir McMillan, a half-American journalist for the Soviet news agency TASS, who was jumping up and down, shouting: “Lynne, don’t stop now!”

Cox was heading for a cliff about 50m ahead, but with the fog clearing slightly, she could make out a Soviet delegation waiting further away on a beach.

McMillan wanted Cox to swim to the welcoming committee, but the American medical team urged her to take the easy option and swim to the cliff.

“I kept thinking ‘I’m cold, I would like to finish this swim, but if I don’t touch somebody’s hand what have I done?’” she says. So she headed towards the Russians.

The last 800m (0.5 mile) was the hardest part of the swim because of strong off-shore currents.

“I really did wonder how far I could go. I really did see my fingers go grey. Inside I was evaluating ‘Am I OK? Can I keep going? Can I do it?’

“I had experts around me, but there’s always the risk that you could go into cardiac arrest from hypothermia and it can happen really fast, so I was on edge that whole time.”

The Soviet delegation came into view. Cox reached the shore, but it was so rocky she couldn’t get out on her own.

“I extended my arm and two Russians in military uniform grabbed me,” says Cox. “I instantly felt this heat from their warm hands. One guy was putting his arm underneath me to steady me. People were throwing blankets and coats on top of me. I didn’t understand anything at all, except they were saying ‘welcome’.”

At the last minute, the Soviets had sent a top-level delegation, including KGB officials and sports stars. They had even prepared a small beach party.

“They had set up tables on the beach for a picnic with samovars full of tea and little biscuits. They were ready to celebrate all afternoon, but I was standing there on the ice thinking, ‘Oh boy, this is getting cold.’”

Eventually, the Soviets let Cox go inside a tent to recover. A Soviet doctor, Rita Zakarova, covered Cox with hot-water bottles, put her in a sleeping bag, and then embraced her. For the American, the moment symbolised the entire trip.

“The whole idea was to have this human contact after so many years growing up afraid of the Soviets, and here was this person basically warming me up to get me back to life again,” she says.

The swim turned Cox into a Cold War celebrity in the United States and the Soviet Union.

When President Gorbachev travelled to Washington to sign a nuclear weapons treaty later that year, he and President Reagan raised a glass to toast the swimmer.

“She proved by her courage how close to each other our peoples live,” Gorbachev said.

Author Maeve Binchy dies aged 72

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News for Tuesday 31 July is taken from BBC News

 

Best-selling Irish author Maeve Binchy has died aged 72 after a short illness.

 

Binchy, born in Dalkey, Co Dublin, has sold more than 40 million books. Her works were often set in Ireland and have been translated into 37 languages.

 

They include The Lilac Bus as well as Tara Road and Circle of Friends, which were both adapted for screen.

 

Binchy trained as a teacher before moving into journalism and writing, publishing her first novel – Light a Penny Candle – in 1982.

 

She had written the novel in her spare time from her day job as a journalist at The Irish Times.

 

Fellow novelist Jilly Cooper paid tribute, saying Binchy was “a natural storyteller”.

 

“She was a darling – I’m very, very sad,” she told Radio 4′s Today programme.

 

“She was so kind and funny and captivating, and was a brilliant writer.”

 

Other authors have paid tribute on Twitter, with Ian Rankin tweeting: “Maeve Binchy was a gregarious, larger than life, ebullient recorder of human foibles and wonderment.”

 

Marian Keyes wrote: “I’m so so sad to hear that Maeve Binchy has died. She was so full of life, so funny, so interested in people, so kind and so good to all of us writers, who came after her.

 

“She was a beautiful generous person and a beautiful generous writer.”

 

Cathy Kelly tweeted: “The world is truly a darker place without the golden light of lovely Maeve Binchy. We’ll all miss her genius.”

 

Irish President Michael D Higgins said he was “deeply saddened” by Binchy’s death.

 

“She was an outstanding novelist, short story writer and columnist who engaged millions of people all around the world with her fluent and accessible style,” he said.

 

“She was a great storyteller and we enjoyed her capacity to engage, entertain and surprise us.”

 

BBC Dublin correspondent Ruth McDonald said Binchy’s warm, witty, perceptive stories were read and enjoyed around the world.

 

She said the author was renowned for her generosity and support of others, writing in a guide for aspiring writers: “The most important thing to realise is that everyone is capable of telling a story.

 

“It doesn’t matter where we were born or how we grew up.”

 

In a 2001 interview with the BBC, after she had won the WHSmith Book Award for fiction, Binchy described the five rejections she received for her first novel as “a slap in the face”.

 

She said she was glad she persevered and sent the book to a sixth publisher.

 

“It’s like if you don’t go to a dance you can never be rejected but you’ll never get to dance either,” she said.

 

The author said that her secret was to write the way she spoke.

 

“I don’t say I was ‘proceeding down a thoroughfare’, I say I ‘walked down the road’. I don’t say I ‘passed a hallowed institute of learning’, I say I ‘passed a school’.

 

“You don’t wear all your jewellery at once,” she went on. “You’re much more believable if you talk in your own voice.”

 

In 2000 Binchy was ranked third in the World Book Day poll of favourite authors – ahead of Jane Austen and Charles Dickens.

 

The writer received a lifetime achievement award from the Irish Book Awards in 2010, the same year her last novel, Minding Frankie, was published.

 

She published a personal message on her website thanking fans who had praised the work.

 

“My health isn’t so good these days and I can’t travel around to meet people the way I used to,” she wrote.

 

“But I’m always delighted to hear from readers, even if it takes me a while to reply.”

 

Binchy is survived by her husband, the writer Gordon Snell.

 

Larisa Latynina: An unbeaten Olympian for 48 years – until now

Larissa Latynina, Russian-Ukrainian and former...

Larissa Latynina, Russian-Ukrainian and former Soviet gymnast (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

News for Sunday 29 July is taken from The Independent

As the legendary gymnast waits to see if her record will fall this time, she tells Emily Dugan about her life, struggle … and Nadia Comaneci

For 48 years Larisa Latynina has been untouchable. The former Soviet gymnast’s record haul of 18 Olympic medals put her far above the reach of any other Olympian.

But this week the 77-year-old is prepared to make way for a new all-time top medallist. Michael Phelps, the American swimmer who already has 16 medals, 14 of them gold, is expected to trump the record she has held on to for nearly half a century.

Pundits believe Phelps should do that comfortably by the middle of this week, because despite competition for gold from his team-mate Ryan Lochte, Phelps only needs to win a medal in three of his seven events during these Games to better Latynina’s record.

She is in London for the next fortnight as the International Gymnastics Federation’s guest of honour, and will be at the poolside for Phelps’s potential record-breaking swim. “I’ll be happy for him if he does it, because he deserves it,” she says, adding an aside that gives a glimpse of the old Cold War rivalries their countries held: “The only sad part is that he’s not from Russia.”

Latynina met Phelps for the first time earlier this year in New York, and proudly shows off a photo in which she is giving a Russian doll to the grinning swimmer. “He impressed me a lot because he was very smiley and charming. I think he’ll get it and I’ll cheer him on,” she says, pausing to consider further. “Of course, if [the Russian swimmer] Evgeny Korotyshkin and Phelps compete, then I’m sorry Michael, but I’ll cheer for Korotyshkin.”

She asked the International Olympic Committee if she could be the one to present his record-breaking medal, but was told it was unlikely. “It would be a real pleasure, really great to give him his 19th medal. I suggested it to the IOC, but I don’t think they want me to. The IOC has got many honoured people and everybody wants to do that.”

Born in 1934 in the Black Sea port of Kherson, when Ukraine was still under Soviet control, Latynina went on to make her Olympic debut in Melbourne in 1956, when she took home four gold medals, one silver and one bronze. The winning streak continued, with another six medals in Rome in 1960 and in Tokyo in 1964. She still wears her Olympic past with pride and is dressed in the Russian team tracksuit.

Latynina heralded an era of Soviet dominance in sport at a time when athletic prowess was used as a propaganda tool for the country’s Communist ideology. These days, her family’s lifestyle is more typical of a capitalist modern Russian elite. Ordinarily she lives on an estate in the countryside outside Moscow, but I meet her at her daughter Tatyana’s mansion in Sevenoaks, Kent. Tatyana moved to Britain two years ago with her husband, the Russian billionaire restaurateur Rostislav Ordovsky-Tanaevsky Blanco, to be closer to their son, at school nearby.

Sitting in her daughter’s opulent water garden – stocked with fat koi and tended by hired hands – she has come a long way from the struggle of her childhood. Resistance to Stalin’s collective farming had left widespread famine in Ukraine and things became even tougher when her father was killed at Stalingrad in 1943. Athletic success was one of the few ways to rise in society, and her mother did two jobs to scrape together the money to send her daughter to choreography school, to study ballet. It was only after the school closed that Latynina discovered gymnastics and transferred to Kiev for specialist training.

She was so dedicated to her sport that she even competed at the 1958 World Championships in Moscow while four months pregnant. She took home five gold medals. “I didn’t tell anyone. I didn’t even say to my coach, Alexander Mishakov, that I was pregnant,” she says. “Even now when I see those medals, I think they’re hers, too. When journalists used to come to our house and she was little, she’d take out the medals and say, ‘These are the ones I won with Mummy.’ “

Her success, she says, is partly down to the fact that she was always ruthlessly competitive. This was even evident as a small child running races in the playground. She recalls: “When I was about six, we wanted to find out who was the fastest runner, so the boys drew a finishing line on the pavement in chalk. We started to run and I realised about two seconds before the finish that I wasn’t going to be first. I decided to jump and dive forward with my hands outstretched, so they crossed the line first. There was glass on the pavement and I cut my hands to shreds,” she says, gesturing to a deep scar still on her finger. “My finger was bleeding, but I was jumping around shouting, ‘My hands were first, I’ve won, I’ve won.’ “

Despite giving Phelps her blessing, her competitive spirit has not gone away. In 1992, there was an award for the greatest gymnast of the 20th century, which went to the Romanian Nadia Comaneci, who in 1976 became the first gymnast to score a perfect 10 out of 10 in an Olympic event.

The rejection still smarts. “When they were deciding who it should go to, Comaneci had a very good PR. She only had four gold medals. Gymnastics is a very subjective sport. If a runner runs fastest, he gets the best time – that’s objective, but in gymnastics it’s just decided by judges. To be honest I was upset. These were the awards for the best gymnast and I was surprised because I was expecting it. The results were unfair, but at the time of the award I congratulated her.”

Now, though, she wants to let the medals do the talking. Pointing to a London 2012 brochure which has a picture of her at the top of a list of the biggest medal winners of all time, Latynina says mischievously: “See, there’s no Comaneci there.”

Heather Watson becomes British tennis number 1

Heather Watson during her 2nd round match with...

Heather Watson, aged 20

News for Tuesday 17th July was taken from The Independent

Heather Watson is set to go into the Olympics as the British No 1 and with her first WTA title under her belt. The 20-year-old who will be playing doubles but not singles at the Olympics, climbed to No 71 in the world singles rankings yesterday, just 24 hours after partnering New Zealand’s Marina Erakovic to victory in the doubles at the Bank of the West Classic at Stanford University in the US.

Watson and Erakovic, playing together for the first time, had already knocked out the No 2 and No 3 seeds before beating Vania King and Jarmila Gajdosova, the top seeds, 7-5, 7-6 in the final. “It’s such a nice feeling getting to the end of the week and being the last ones here,” Watson said.

The updated WTA rankings list sees four Britons in the top 100 for the first time for 21 years. Watson heads Anne Keothavong (No 76), Laura Robson (No 91) and Elena Baltacha (No 100). The last time Britain had four women inside the top 100 was in 1991, when Jo Durie (No 62) was joined by Sara Gomer (No 89), Sarah Loosemore (No 93) and Monique Javer (No 100).

The rankings could change again next Monday as three of the four are in action over the course of this week.

The four British women will all take part in the Olympic tournament at Wimbledon. Keothavong and Baltacha will compete in the singles and as partners in the doubles, while Watson and Robson will join forces in the doubles.

Adele Parks has fought to escape the derogatory term ‘chick lit’

News for 1 July 2012

(Original headline: Adele Parks: ‘I think I am a really good writer’)

Adele Parks is in the middle of a rant. “It’s so sexist,” she storms, wielding her hair straighteners like castrating irons. “No other genre is given a sexist name. Crime, science fiction, fantasy, none are named in a sexist way apart from, hey presto” – I dodge as the straighteners come dangerously near – “the one genre women write and read.”

We are in her bedroom talking about “chick lit” as the bestselling author gets ready for The Independent on Sunday‘s photographer, who is setting up downstairs. Like the rest of the house, the room is tasteful, well-proportioned, modern and monochrome. Parks’s anger adds a flash of colour.

“I think women are really interesting and much more complex than a stupid title like ‘chick lit’ would make you believe.” She spits out the genre name like corked Chardonnay. The name has attached itself like a limpet to Parks and a generation of female writers, including Marian Keyes and Jane Green, since they burst on to the literary scene 15 years ago.

“I didn’t think of myself as chick lit when I was writing, although I read Bridget Jones and Marian Keyes,” recalls the author. “I didn’t think about it until I was at a library event when someone put their hand up and asked, ‘How do you feel about being called chick lit?’ I just looked at her and said: ‘Am I?’ I wasn’t being rude, I had just not thought of myself like that. She said, ‘Well yes.’ So I said, ‘Define chick lit.’ She answered, ‘Oh, it’s about young single women who drink too much Chardonnay while looking for a husband.’ So I said, “I have never written about a single woman looking for a husband.’”

As she recounts the story, her Teesside accent hardens. But I understand why Parks is angry: since launching her career with Playing Away in 2000, every one of her 12 novels has reached the top 10. None has featured those chick-lit staples: desperate single women, gay male best friends or the drunken, desperate pursuit of an unattached widower or significantly wounded single man.

Instead, her career has been marked by a wilful determination to veer away from the expected, both in subject matter – “I could have become the ‘go to adultery girl’ after my first book” – and plot – she dismisses writers of books in which she guesses the ending as “lazy”. Parks surprises and absorbs in equal measure.

Her latest novel, Whatever It Takes, is no exception. Thirtysomething Eloise Hamilton is the kind of smug married mother-of-three Bridget Jones should slap. A stay-at-home wife, she is married to solicitor Mark who determines they should swap their chichi lives in north London for the cosy charm of Dartmouth, where his parents are ready to offer 24-hour support.

The next stop should be the cover of Country Homes & Interiors, but Eloise has a problem: her best friend Sara Woddell, whose desperation to have a child borders on personality disorder. Eloise is the kind of forever best friend Eloise herself always wanted. Sara is an emotional leech: happy to feed off that need to be needed. At its core, the friendship is rotten.

“My last book, About Last Night, was about a very genuine female friendship,” Parks explains. “What I needed for my own fun was to flip that, so that the next book would be about a really toxic relationship.” She is only half-serious. From a large matriarchal family, she learnt storytelling listening to generations of Parks women gossiping around the table. “I think I absorbed it all early on. I am interested in the make-up of people, how they work, untangling their narrative,” she says. In particular, she is fascinated by the way women interact: their friendships, rivalries and support of one another.

“Women are not especially good at saying, ‘This doesn’t work for me.’” she observes. I wonder how good Parks is at setting boundaries. I arrived 10 minutes early to the interview in her red-brick townhouse. On the edge of Guildford, in a private estate the developers probably marketed as Regency, I stood at the door expecting French nails and perfect hair. Instead, she looks startled, her white jeans and plum T-shirt thrown on, her face bare of make-up. She greets me with an “I thought this was a telephone interview” as she opens the door.

It sets the tone of the next hour, which leaves me feeling like Parks’s New Best Friend. I toured her house. We swapped war stories about the nursery and school gates, as well as talking about makeup and men.

But when I listen back to the interview, I realise she gives away less in person than I gleaned from research. I know she is having a house built nearby – “I haven’t taken to townhouse living” – and that second husband Jim comes home for lunch every day, and her 10-year-old son, Conrad, is an only child. That she was divorced at 32, proposed to 17 times and thought about having a second child when she hit 40 “because she wanted to be 31 again” is from the cuttings.

Readers looking for glimpses of Parks between the covers of her books will be equally frustrated. “I am so long in the tooth in this game now that I don’t have to write characters that are me or parts of me,” the 43-year-old warns. But I suspect Parks is tougher, more determined than the chatty warmth suggests.

It is there when she confides: “I think I am a really good writer.” With sales of over two million, and a career as a novelist that has seen off lesser rivals, she should be more confident than she sounds. But that is the damage a pejorative term like “chick lit” does. It takes successful female writers and dismisses them. But I don’t think Adele Parks needs to worry.

Israel stages Holocaust survivor beauty pageant

News for 30 June 2012 has been taken from BBC News.

A beauty pageant for Holocaust survivors has been held in Israel for the first time, stirring controversy.

Fourteen women, aged 74 to 97, walked along a red carpet in the city of Haifa and described their personal sufferings from the Nazis during World War II.

Hava Hershkovitz, 79, who had to flee her native Romania, was later crowned the winner of the pageant.

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The Spice Girls musical: girl power storms back

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The Spice Girls (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

News for 28 June has been taken from The Telegraph.

How do you follow a hit like Mamma Mia!, the musical that turned Abba’s back catalogue into a stage and screen phenomenon and gave us Meryl Streep doing the splits to Dancing Queen?

If you’re Judy Craymer, you hope to strike gold a second time. The Mamma Mia! creator is back with a new show, this time featuring the songs of the Spice Girls. Viva Forever! will open in the West End on December 11 and launched yesterday with all five Spices in attendance.

Before you run for the hills, this is not a Spice Girls biopic complete with pouty Victoria and shouty Mel B. Instead, it takes the same feelgood formula that worked for Mamma Mia!, weaving a storyline about female friendship and mother-daughter bonding around some memorable pop tunes. The similarities are obvious, right down to that exclamation mark in the title.

Jennifer Saunders is the scriptwriter, taking on her first West End musical. It took her all of 40 minutes from hearing about the project to signing up. “I couldn’t imagine anything I would want to do more,” she says when we meet in Craymer’s London office. Saunders has sent up the Spice Girls over the years, including spoof Comic Relief tribute act the Sugar Lumps, but she regards them with great affection.

“My daughters, who are now in their twenties, were such fans of the Spice Girls; growing up and going to the concerts was quite joyous. And I just didn’t want someone to mess it up, because I had a sense of how it should be, and I thought I’d hate to go to it and it not be what I wanted.”

The heroine of her tale is Viva, a young woman who lives with her chaotic but loving mother. She enters a television talent contest with three friends but is made to ditch them and go solo.

Such shows demand a sob story, and when Viva confides that she is adopted, her mentor contrives to engineer a reunion with her birth mother live on air. It’s not giving too much away to say that, in the end, love conquers all.

The fictional talent show is a mishmash of The X Factor, The Voice and their like, and Saunders has an eye for the absurdities – and cruelties – of such programmes. “Like when they say, ‘You haven’t heard the last of me…’ I’m sorry, we have. It’s a whole programme full of people you’ve heard the last of. I watch and enjoy them but I’m more horrified by The X Factor now because it’s so formulaic and it doesn’t allow for any sort of joy any more.”

Saunders’s work has always celebrated female friendship, from Girls On Top and Absolutely Fabulous to her partnership with Dawn French. She had never met Craymer before this collaboration, but the two women are now close.

Their friendship was forged in difficult circumstances. In October 2009, Saunders was diagnosed with breast cancer – now, thankfully, in remission – and she began working on Viva Forever! two months into her chemotherapy treatment. She credits the work with keeping her going, and laughing, through a dark time.

“It was a great thing for me. Judy used to come over and we’d sit and play these Spice Girls songs endlessly, because the first thing you have to do is listen to the lyrics and formulate a story,” Saunders says. “I’d keep saying to her, ‘I might look rough but my brain still works!’ ”

Craymer chimes in: “I used to ignore the fact that she wasn’t feeling at her best and was going through this horrendous, intense chemotherapy. I’d just go over every week with my iPod and say, ‘Waddaya think of this?’ ” They dissolve in giggles at the memory. These two laugh a lot. “Who’d have thought a couple of 54-year-olds would be gabbing on about the Spice Girls?” Craymer wonders at one point. “I know,” snorts Saunders. “It’s ridiculous.”

It was the Spice Girls, a decade on from their split, who approached Craymer about the project. As Geri Halliwell tells me later: “I read this article about Judy, about how it had taken her 10 years to get Mamma Mia! off the ground, and I thought she was amazing. So I wrote to her saying, ‘We love you. Meet us, please!’ ”

Compared with the bands coming off the Simon Cowell production line or the over-sexualised female singers populating the charts, the Spice Girls appear positively quaint. “Everything now seems so manicured and manufactured, but the Spice Girls would go into a TV studio and run riot,” says Saunders. “I think that’s what girls really loved – the idea that you didn’t have to behave in a certain way or look a certain way or pretend to be lovely.”

Saunders has woven in elements of the Spice narrative – the rivalries, the insecurities – but Craymer is at pains to point out this isn’t a tribute show. “It isn’t just an excuse to put the Spice Girls’ songs on stage. It’s a beautiful story, properly told. Whether you like the Spice Girls or not you will love these songs within a musical.” The band certainly agree, with Victoria Beckham opining that the show will “introduce girl power to a whole new generation”.

Can Viva Forever! match Mamma Mia!’s success? That show demonstrated Craymer’s Midas touch – 50 million tickets sold, £1.2 billion in worldwide receipts and still going strong in the West End after 13 years. While not counting her chickens, she already has her eye on Broadway and beyond. “A film would be the great ambition, but we’ve got to get London right,” she says.

Saunders chips in: “I’m feeling more confident at each stage that it can be a good product. As far as business goes, it’s so fickle, isn’t it? Hopefully there are enough Spice Girls fans out there for a couple of nights.”

If watching the show is half as much fun as these two have had making it, Viva Forever! promises to be a good night out. “If someone falls off that stage, I’m up there,” jokes Saunders. Craymer says: “If there’s ever a problem and the scenery stops – between Jen and the audience and the Spice Girls, we’ll never have a problem entertaining people.”

School lunch blogger Martha Payne off to Malawi

News for 27 June has been taken from Women’s Views on News.

A Scottish schoolgirl is off to Malawi to visit the kitchen shelter her blog has helped build.

Martha Payne, nine, has been posting pictures and reviews of her lunches online to raise money for Mary’s Meals, a charity which provides food to schoolchildren in some of the world’s poorest countries.

In just a few weeks she has collected over £100,000, enough for a kitchen to be built and serve children at Lirangwe Primary School in Blantyre, Malawi, for a year.

Donations soared after a controversial ban imposed on the blog by her local authority was lifted.

Bosses at Argyll and Bute Council told Martha to stop updating the site, called NeverSeconds, claiming it was causing school catering staff to fear losing their jobs.

But they overturned the ban after thousands of people pledged their support for Martha’s appeal, including celebrity chef Jamie Oliver.

Now Martha is looking forward to visiting the school kitchen with her family later on in the year, which will be named Friends of NeverSeconds.

“Calling the kitchen ‘Friends of NeverSeconds’ is important as it’s a thank you to everyone who has supported me and Mary’s Meals,” said Martha.

“It’s really good because it can feed lots of children for a long time.”

Until then, Martha intends on celebrating by holding a small porridge party where she will serve up likuni phala, the nutritious porridge dish Mary’s Meals feeds to children.

She is also inviting children from around the world to write about their school dinners for NeverSeconds whilst she takes a break over the summer holiday.

10 women who are great role models for my daughter

News for 24 June 2012 has been brought to you by The Independent.

Jane Merrick

This article is an opinion piece by Jane Merrick, Political Editor of the Independent on Sunday

As a 14-year-old girl and keen runner, my role model was a young 1,500 metres athlete named Kelly Holmes. But when I turned 15, she was replaced by Kate Moss, who was edgy and stylish. She also made smoking a cigarette look cool, so I started smoking, too.

The potentially dangerous allure of skinny models in magazines is nothing new, but perhaps it is getting worse. So who do I want my little girl Amelia to grow up admiring, and why? Here are 10 women for starters, and the qualities that make them worthy of our admiration.

Indefatigability – Harriet Harman
To remain at the top of politics after surviving both the Blair and Brown governments is a considerable achievement

Bravery – Jessie J
She doesn’t drink or do drugs, campaigns against school bullying and is a role model for teens grappling with their sexuality

Intelligence – Stephanie Flanders
She can explain hedge funds and quantitative easing to those of us who didn’t pay enough attention in maths

Wit – Caitlin Moran
Moran’s book How to Be a Woman is the guide every teenage girl should read

Kindness – Martha Payne
Blogger on school dinners, 9, raised nearly £100,000 for Mary’s Meals, a charity, inspiring girls everywhere

Charisma – Maggie Aderin-Pocock
Space scientist and one of the BBC’s brightest new stars, who wants to get more inner-city pupils interested in the subject

Grit – Hope Powell
England women’s football coach who was the first woman to be given a professional coaching licence by Uefa

Diligence – Emma Watson
Fitting in a degree course at Brown University between careers as a model and actress

Altruism – Lorraine Barnes
Mother of two boys with cystic fibrosis who persuades celebrities to wear T-shirts with the slogan ‘Get it Off Your Chest’

Perseverance – Kanya King
Kicked out of university as a struggling single mother, she founded the Mobo awards and advises the Government on gun violence