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The Irish Sun
12 hours ago
- The Irish Sun
Mum on cocaine killed herself and her toddler son, 1, when she crashed into a school bus, rules inquest
One child on the bus was seriously hurt and 27 sustained minor injuries, an inquest heard. DRUGS SMASH Mum on cocaine killed herself and her toddler son, 1, when she crashed into a school bus, rules inquest A MUM on cocaine killed herself and her toddler son when she crashed into a school bus, an inquest has ruled. Sian Goffin, 31, and one-year-old Jago Bawden died in hospital following the tragedy on October 14 last year. Advertisement One child on the bus was seriously hurt and 27 sustained minor injuries, an inquest heard. Cleaner Ms Goffin was at the wheel of her silver Vauxhall Astra when it hit the double-decker on the B3296 in Mullion, Cornwall. Emergency services took Ms Goffin and Jago to hospital. She died from her injuries later that day, and Jago succumbed to a traumatic brain injury on October 17. Advertisement In a written ruling, Guy Davies, assistant coroner for Cornwall and Isles of Scilly, attributed the crash to drug use and put Jago's death down to driver error. He ruled said that Ms Goffin, of Mullion, Cornwall, 'lost control of her car while under the influence of a controlled drug, namely cocaine'.
Scottish Sun
12 hours ago
- Scottish Sun
Mum on cocaine killed herself and her toddler son, 1, when she crashed into a school bus, rules inquest
One child on the bus was seriously hurt and 27 sustained minor injuries, an inquest heard. DRUGS SMASH Mum on cocaine killed herself and her toddler son, 1, when she crashed into a school bus, rules inquest Click to share on X/Twitter (Opens in new window) Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) A MUM on cocaine killed herself and her toddler son when she crashed into a school bus, an inquest has ruled. Sian Goffin, 31, and one-year-old Jago Bawden died in hospital following the tragedy on October 14 last year. Sign up for Scottish Sun newsletter Sign up One child on the bus was seriously hurt and 27 sustained minor injuries, an inquest heard. Cleaner Ms Goffin was at the wheel of her silver Vauxhall Astra when it hit the double-decker on the B3296 in Mullion, Cornwall. Emergency services took Ms Goffin and Jago to hospital. She died from her injuries later that day, and Jago succumbed to a traumatic brain injury on October 17. In a written ruling, Guy Davies, assistant coroner for Cornwall and Isles of Scilly, attributed the crash to drug use and put Jago's death down to driver error. He ruled said that Ms Goffin, of Mullion, Cornwall, 'lost control of her car while under the influence of a controlled drug, namely cocaine'.
Otago Daily Times
2 days ago
- Otago Daily Times
Scammers targeting community pages
Facebook scammers are on the rise as page moderators warn locals not to be too trusting when buying, selling or looking for employment on social media platforms. Wānaka Seasonal Accommodation and Work Forum founder and Wānaka Art Workshops page admin Jo Jago said she had seen more scammers recently making their way into groups and advertising jobs that did not exist. The group has over 37,000 members who are advertising, looking for employment or a temporary place to stay in Wānaka. Ms Jago herself had been contacted by a scammer who claimed to be promoting artwork but refused to give her details of the actual job he was after. "He was speaking in, not poor English, but not getting the information across," she said. "... and he was going on about his website and how many views, but what actually are you paying me, and what actually am I doing, and he wouldn't give me the answers to that." She was lucky to quickly realise it was a scam but said most job scammers who promised high hourly salaries would try to take money from those who were in need of a job before or if they gave any back. Scammers had different ways of operating but one of the most common methods was posting an image with a written advertisement on social media community pages or group chats. The advertisement would feature vague information often about remote admin jobs while boasting a salary of $40 an hour or above. Ms Jago said scammers started using images of text rather than actual text to avoid the Facebook security system which picks up on keywords that might indicate a scam. Group admins are therefore having to work extra hard to keep community groups safe and are urging locals to keep an eye out for signs someone may be trying to scam them. Vague descriptions for jobs with unrealistic salaries was the first tell but the language scammers used when contacting potential victims was also something to keep in mind, she said. One of the ways Ms Jago picks up on scammers who claim to be based in the United States, is by noticing their language is not that of a native English speaker. This indicated the person was elsewhere in the world, trying to take advantage of people looking for work or a place to stay. "The way they speak, or the words they use, or the typos," she said. "The fact that they'll call you dear ... it's not something an American or an English person or a Kiwi and Aussie would call someone." Wānaka Seasonal Accommodation and Work Forum admin Tony Thinkk said he now had to follow a rigid system to keep potential scammers out of the popular community group. The first step was to check the person's profile and look for warning signs such as no added friends and no activity. "Sometimes I even go out of my way of actually messaging the person who was offering," Mr Thinkk said. "And if their answer does not add up, now I just block them, remove them from the group." This heightened need for security came from having to help others after they lost money through scams. He recalled having to assist a woman in Thailand who had been looking for long-term holiday accommodation in Wānaka and was conned into paying a $2000 deposit for a home that did not exist. Both Ms Jago and Mr Thinkk felt that because Wānaka was a small community, the honour system and a general sense of trust still prevailed. While this could be something that added to the region's quaint lifestyle, as the population grew the admins said the community needed to be more careful and aware. "I feel that we are, in New Zealand, we're naive," Ms Jago said. "In Wānaka we're probably even more naive because of our friendly, trusting attitude to everyone else in the area."
Edinburgh Reporter
5 days ago
- Entertainment
- Edinburgh Reporter
Fringe 2025: Cold, Dark Matters ⭐⭐⭐⭐
Well this isn't quite what I was expecting. Cold, Dark Matters is billed as a play about 'moving to rural communities, and the dangers of obsessively fitting in. 'I think I imagined a sad tale of an incomer ('emmet' in Cornwall) trying to join local activities and being given the cold shoulder. Cold, Dark, Matters takes 'fitting in' to far more Gothic levels than that. It's a clever, funny, very well acted show that leaves you wondering just what you've seen and whether the truth of it lies anywhere at all. Jack Brownridge-Kelly bounds onto the stage. He's going to tell us a true story about an acquaintance, a writer called 'Colin'. Colin's very successful series, The Lady and the Stone, is set in the area of Cornwall to which he's recently moved. Being somewhat lonely and isolated, he has decided NOT to join a book group, but instead to turn the old shed he sees from his kitchen window into the focal point of community allotments. When he meets Jago, a local and somewhat mysterious man, and Jago tells him that the shed will ultimately be blown up because his mates like doing things like that, Colin jumps at the chance to get involved in what he hopes is some sort of Pagan rite. He shuns the advances of the rather posh and somewhat lascivious Ethel, who's keen to get him to join in with rather more normal pursuits like choral singing and open water swimming. Colin's much keener on the idea of blowing up sheds; he ascribes all sorts of bizarre motives to Jago's 'hobby', but really he thinks getting in with Jago's friends will make him part of the cool gang. Jack Brownridge-Kelly plays each of the parts in the show with notable skill. A Cornishman himself, he can switch from Jago's deep local burr to Ethel's silky smooth tones and back to his own more neutral voice without missing a beat. He's also great at conveying Colin's over-enthusiasm, his almost childlike excitement when he thinks he's found an 'alternative' friend. When Jago takes Colin to a rave in an industrial unit, Jack's drug-fuelled dancing is a joy to behold. Again and again, Colin rejects the idea of writing a new book, or even talking about his work to one of Ethel's groups. He's done with writing, he wants to experience 'something real!' But is anything real in this story? And which story are we even in? As Jago embroils the willing Colin in more and more shed-based intrigue, it's hard to tell whether he's a wind-up merchant or something much more sinister. Jack plays with our minds just as Jago toys with Colin's, occasionally breaking the fourth wall to tell us more about the misguided writer. He was lonely, he was sad, but he wasn't a stupid person. Like incomers in any traditional area, he just wanted to belong. When Jago persuades Colin to set fire to the shed as a form of initiation, Colin is sufficiently invested in the whole idea to do as he's told. It is then that Cold, Dark, Matters moves into considerably darker territory, and Colin finds himself up to his neck in trouble. Yet once again Jack pulls the metaphorical rug from under the audience's feet. He has found Colin's manuscript, a record of the story Jack is now telling. He's not only read it, he's edited it, 'I made it my own.' The manuscript is unfinished, but Jack has, he says, a special surprise for us! We – and he – are at last to find out how Colin's story ends. Someone has just sent Jack an audiofile of the 'Real Ending.' But again we are thrown off course. We think we know what happened to Colin, but then…. Cold, Dark, Matters can be enjoyed on several levels. As a creepy story about a community at the edge of the world; as a study of isolation, and the lengths to which a lonely person might go to end it, or as a comment on the tensions caused when city people move into rural areas and try to impose their own fantasy versions of the countryside (allotments!) on people who are struggling with rural poverty. Cold, Dark, Matters can also be seen as an homage to the artist Cornelia Parker's 1991 work Cold, Dark, Matter: An Exploded View. Jack has said in an interview* that Parker is his favourite artist, and in the play he references Parker's own words when he describes the shed as a repository of people's junk. In Parker's work, a shed is blown up by the army, its surviving pieces used to make a suspended installation (just as the shed in the play is represented by a minimalist wooden structure hanging from the ceiling.) 'The safe place, the place of secrets and fantasy'** is destroyed. Colin craves excitement and change; he doesn't want to write the same old books, he doesn't want to join a choir or go swimming, instead he seeks a radical departure from conventionality. But when he dips his toe into that particular water, he isn't quite ready to cope with what he finds there, and he's suddenly all too willing to seek comfort in Ethel's book group. Cold, Dark, Matters is a very entertaining play, and one that will keep you guessing right to the end and long after it. Cold, Dark Matters, directed by Roisin McCay-Hine, is at C ARTS | C venues | C aurora (studio), 28 Lauriston Street (Venue 6) at 2.25pm every day until 8 August. * March 2024 **Tate Modern website, unattributed Like this: Like Related
Belfast Telegraph
28-07-2025
- Entertainment
- Belfast Telegraph
Siblings' hilarious Chicken Song they wrote on a long car journey with dad has over 1 million hits on YouTube
A brother and sister, now aged 11 and 13, used a long and boring car journey to create a hit song that's gone viral on YouTube racking up more than a millions views so far. Siblings Jago and Dorothy were 8 and 10 respectively when, stuck in traffic on the M5 travelling home to Oxford from a family holiday with their dad James Jackson and their mum Jenny in Cornwall, they came up with The Chicken Song, a fun pop track about how much chickens wish they could fly and all of the various methods they might try to do so, only to fall short.
