Feminist activist, Caroline Criado-Perez has been forced into hiding after getting death threats.
She was the angry, androgynous runaway who got chatted up by Ginsberg and had an affair with Mapplethorpe. At 66, Smith shows no sign of mellowing.
He is the former pimp married to his childhood sweetheart; the shrewd businessman who smokes 30 joints a day.
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/ 20 November 2009
Since his coronation as King of Britart in the early 1990s, British artist Damien Hirst has never been short of self-belief, acclaim — or cash.
Marjane Satrapi gusts into the room like a hurricane. She is a tiny woman propped up on huge white platform heels.
Has there ever been a face quite as misleading as Lewis Hamilton’s? With the sweetest of smiles, pencil-thin sideburns and an almost hairless face, he looks like a cherub in leathers. But don’t be fooled. Hamilton is one of the toughest men in sport.
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/ 2 February 2007
There is nothing that reduces me to a howling baby more than an unlikely sporting triumph — Kelly Holmes staring at the screen unsure that she has won her first Olympic gold before yelping with joy; Manchester City coming from 2-0 down to beat Gillingham at Wembley. Serena Williams provided those of us that way inclined with another all-time weepy classic last weekend.
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/ 8 December 2006
Is there a man in football with more responsibilities than Stephen Pressley? The Hearts and Scotland stalwart is not only a centre-back and captain (though the latter is currently subject to debate), he is also his club’s shop steward, counsellor, leader of the players’ popular revolutionary front and whistle-blower in chief.
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/ 24 November 2006
A week ago many Manchester City fans regarded Bernardo Corradi as a goal-squandering mercenary who did a passable impression of Joe Jordan’s grandmother. And now? He is the king of cool, emperor of the urbane, the Falstaff of football.
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/ 10 November 2006
Monday morning, and the world shines anew. Grown men skip down the street, pensioners raise their walking sticks in solidarity, babies gurgle contentedly, unseasonal birds tweet the Internationale. ”Lovely day!” says the man selling tickets at the Tube station. I don’t think I’ve seen him smile before.