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As part of the BBC’s Sex Season presenter Cherry Healey tackled the sensitive subject of virginity in the documentary Cherry Healey: Like A Virgin. In the documentary Cherry states that: “Losing your virginity can be a momentous, exciting and nerve-wracking experience all rolled into one”. You could be forgiven for thinking, having watched this documentary, that losing your virginity is also only a heterosexual experience. The questions Cherry wanted to ask were: “how important is it [virginity]? Does age matter and is it fundamentally different for men and women?” In the documentary, with the exception of one gay male, loss of virginity was addressed as heterosexual penis in vagina intercourse. The complicated notions of which sex acts can be partaken in whilst maintaining virginity did not come up.
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It started with a car. Teenagers Jess Sayers and Alice* had an older friend, Gemma Barker. People asked them why they were hanging around with someone 2 years older. Their answer? Gemma Barker could drive. Gemma Barker started to fade from their lives as the pair met boyfriends online. And so began a tale of 3 boys of varying levels of mystery...
It has been 6 months since Barker was jailed for for two counts of sexual assault and one charge of fraud. Channel 4's documentary The Girl Who Became Three Boys charts Barker's deception of then 15 year old best friends Jess and Alice. Jess is endearingly candid about the whole affair, although it is clear the girls were deeply upset.
The Girl Who Became Three Boys is primarily interested in the girls' story, experts are entirely absent from the investigation – unless you count the self-confessed tabloid expert Ryan Sabey. The Sun writer commented that this was a story made for the red tops: “In terms of a tabloid story this really had everything.”
I didn't really know I was into Britpop until it was all over. Despite the fact that the first album I bought was Pulp's Different Class, and I vividly remember Newsround reporting on the Blur / Oasis rivalry, I was too young to really appreciate the music. My 90s was more about crimpers and school sports days than new drugs and music. Dammit.
But I did fall in love with Britpop, both then and retrospectively, which is why I decided to buy tickets to Rosie Wilby's show How (not) to make it in Britpop
If you want to watch comedy right now, it probably helps to be in Edinburgh. Which I'm not. But it turns out there is more on in London right now than the sport. It's just unfortunate no one told Londoners that... I ended up in an audience of 6, in what should have been a sell out show.
Sam and Suzy
My sweet and sprightly title completely reflects my adoration of this film. You can probably expect a rather skewed review from here on out but I will try to incorporate both sides of the Wes Anderson coin.
When a director is so stylistically set in their ways you do find yourself in a sticky situation. You know what you are getting with Wes but maybe you’re not in the mood for twee with a sprinkling of angst. He likes those filmed-from-above still shots of things on tables and letters being read and he likes his wistful music. But you are treated to sexy sixties songstress Françoise Hardy and some little old American song about falling in love with an Indian, it’s nice trust me.