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Pink Villa
5 days ago
- Entertainment
- Pink Villa
Zatsu Tabi Episode 9: Chika Makes A Trip To Aomori—Recap, Release Date, Where To Stream And More
In Three Girls, Cozy and Full of Laughs, Chika Suzugamori travels to Hiroshima with Yui and Fuyune to fulfill her editor's challenge of finding inspiration during the trip. Along the way, Yui and Fuyune bond, and it's revealed that Chika became Fuyune's assistant in her first year of high school. Yui suggests Chika channel her travel emotions into her manga. Although Chika feels she gained no ideas, her friends emphasize meaningful moments, such as a train delay due to an animal, as potential story material. Expected plot in Zatsu Tabi Episode 9 Chika receives an anthology project in Zatsu Tabi Episode 9, though she struggles to make progress. To reset her mindset, she heads to Aomori Prefecture. During her visit to Hakkoda Mountain, she is surprised by the rapid changes in weather. Later, she relaxes at Yachi Onsen, where the comfort deeply affects her. The upcoming episode will center on whether these new experiences help Chika translate those sensations into her manga and overcome her creative block for the anthology assignment. Zatsu Tabi Episode 9: Release date and where to stream Titled Completion at the Hot Spring, Then the First Sunrise, Zatsu Tabi Episode 9 will be released on June 2, 2025, at 10:00 pm JST, continuing the series' usual weekly pattern. Fans in Japan can catch the episode on TV channels including AT-X, Tokyo MX, BS11, and YTV. ABEMA and d-anime Store will also be streaming it locally, with U-NEXT, FOD, Lemino, Niconico, and Amazon Prime Video offering Zatsu Tabi Episode 9 at a later time. Meanwhile, international fans who prefer the English-subtitled version can stream it on Crunchyroll. For more updates from the Zatsu Tabi: That's Journey anime, stay tuned to Pinkvilla.
Pink Villa
24-05-2025
- Entertainment
- Pink Villa
Zatsu Tabi Episode 8: Chika Heads To Hiroshima—Recap, Release Date, Where To Stream And More
In 'A City Where You Can Meet Gods? And Then...' Chika Suzugamori discusses her struggles with meeting her editor's expectations, prompting Riri Tenkubashi to invite her on a trip to Ise. There, they visit the famous temple, and Chika notes Riri's decision not to drink due to being the only adult accompanying an underage girl. Riri advises her to work through frustration. Despite this, Chika's draft is rejected again, and her editor proposes a trip with no set destination. Yui and Fuyune join her as they begin a new journey by bus. Zatsu Tabi Episode 8 will see Chika, Yui, and Fuyune head toward Miyajima in Hiroshima Prefecture, transferring between a night bus, bullet train, and ferry. During the trip, Chika will ask Fuyune about what she values most when creating manga. As they approach the last of Japan's three scenic views, Chika may experience something meaningful through the travel and conversations. The episode will likely focus on creative insights, friendship, and how spontaneous travel can influence Chika's development as a storyteller. Zatsu Tabi Episode 8, titled 'Three Girls, Cozy and Full of Laughs,' will air on May 26, 2025, at 10:00 pm JST. In Japan, the episode will be broadcast on networks including AT-X, Tokyo MX, BS11, and YTV. Local streaming options include ABEMA and d-anime Store. U-NEXT, FOD, Lemino, Niconico, and Amazon Prime Video will offer Zatsu Tabi Episode 8 at a later time. For international viewers, an English-subtitled version will be available on Crunchyroll, making it accessible to a wider audience outside of Japan. For more updates from the Zatsu Tabi: That's Journey anime, stay tuned to Pinkvilla.
The Guardian
12-04-2025
- Entertainment
- The Guardian
Jill Halfpenny looks back: ‘My dad died when I was four and I lost my partner in 2017. Some days, I still struggle'
Born in Gateshead, Tyne and Wear, in 1975, actor Jill Halfpenny landed her breakout role as Nicola Dobson in Byker Grove at the age of 14. She has been a mainstay on TV screens since: starring in EastEnders, Coronation Street, Humans and Three Girls. In 2011, she won an Olivier for her West End role in Legally Blonde the Musical. Her memoir about navigating grief, A Life Reimagined, was published in 2024, and she is starring in The Feud on 5, launching on 14 April. She lives in Tynemouth with her son, Harvey. This was my first holy communion. I don't remember much about the day but I do recall the click-clack of the heels. The rest of the outfit was a bad choice – very old-fashioned and womanly, especially as I was a tomboy who loved trainers and tracksuits. If I'm honest, the main benefit of having holy communion, as a girl who likes to eat and drink, was the fact that during boring old mass I'd now get some bread and wine. My expression here is so awkward, which perfectly represents how I felt at that age. I was always very nervous. I didn't know what to do with my face; I clearly wasn't keen on showing my teeth and I'm holding back a bit in general. School made me especially anxious. I was geeky – not one of the cool girls. As soon as I got into the building, I'd think: 'Get me out of this place.' There were a lot of big personalities, and it took me a long time to find a space where I belonged. Fortunately, I had dance class to retreat to after school. Dancing became a way of releasing something inside me, something that I didn't have the vocabulary to express. My dad died of a heart attack when I was four. It was never addressed and as a result I liked to stay busy. I was always filling my time trying not to think, and I hated the idea of going home and realising that I had nothing on. The quietness of Sundays was awful. I thrived on stress and stimulation; I danced as much as I could. Without knowing, I was learning a lesson: ballet is often painful, but if you stay with the pain it gets a lot easier. It took me decades to realise the same method applies to dealing with grief. By the time I was 13 I knew I wanted to be an actor. It wasn't as if I was going around telling everyone. I kept it quiet. But I have to give huge props to my mum – she always supported me. Normally, parents might suggest you have a backup plan if you're choosing a risky career path – 'Just do a degree and you'll have something to fall back on' – as if they think you're probably not going to make it. Mum never did that. Her attitude was always: 'If it makes you happy, do it.' Luckily, that worked out. Being in Byker Grove was thrilling. There's no other word for it. You could not get me out of the door quick enough on the mornings we were filming. The only thing was, it attracted a significant amount of negative attention at school. A car would be waiting outside school to take me to set, and someone would knock on the door and say: 'Jill, your car is here!' I was at an urban, working-class school. It wasn't a place where students thought: 'She's working hard doing something she loves – and earning money. How cool is that?' The culture was to denigrate – to make me feel stupid, as if I was being a show-off. Going through puberty was already awkward and weird, and being on telly definitely made it worse. I left drama school at 21, and for the next five years I was booking episodes on all of the usual jobs: Heartbeat, The Bill, Peak Practice. I was doing a lot of theatre, a lot of touring. I was a bit of a raver at the weekends. My sisters were into pub culture; backcombing their hair and drinking lager. Meanwhile, I wanted to get a ticket for a massive party in a field and slip into a leather waistcoat and miniskirt. A lot of the time I'd think: 'Oh God, I don't know whether I can pull another nine-hour rave.' But I would often find somewhere to sleep on the floor. It would take days to recover, but I loved every second of it. In my 20s, it was as if I'd hit the ground running: I was on Coronation Street and EastEnders, Strictly, and then Chicago on the West End. Suddenly, people knew my name, but I wasn't quite ready to absorb all this good stuff that was happening to me. I felt empty inside. My relationships were breaking down, and I started to question if I even wanted to be an actor. Sign up to Inside Saturday The only way to get a look behind the scenes of the Saturday magazine. Sign up to get the inside story from our top writers as well as all the must-read articles and columns, delivered to your inbox every weekend. after newsletter promotion All of that unaddressed grief stopped me from being able to fully feel present with happiness. I kept waiting for something to fill the hole; for everything to fall into place. When success started happening, and I still wasn't fixed, I started to unravel. I spent my 30s working on that: I had been leaning on alcohol to stop the thoughts, and eventually I went to AA. I got sober. I thought: 'Hey, look at me. I'm ready for my life now!' I met a man named Matt. We fell in love. We were so happy together. Then, in 2017, he died. I was like: 'Huh? That doesn't seem right. That's not how that was supposed to happen.' I thought I'd done the work, I thought I'd been a good girl, I thought I'd done all the things I should do. Matt dying of a heart attack brought me to another level of surrender entirely. I realised that what you have to do when life implodes is … nothing. You can't productivity your way out of grief. Some days, I still struggle. I am prone to existential moments where I honestly don't know what life is about or why I am here. Then other days, I go: 'That's a real crock of shit that, Jill. It's all overthinking, so get on with it and have a nice time.' My experiences of losing my dad and Matt have taught me such valuable lessons about how to treat others who are grieving, too. When I was in the thick of it, I could never answer the question, 'How are you?' It was too big. 'How was this morning? How was school drop-off?' were far better. Breaking the grief into specific bits makes it easier to talk about. While I am not as awkward as the little girl in the photo, there is still a bit of shyness about me. I can be open and confident because of the nature of my job, but I'm not like a lot of actors, who are able to walk into a room and hold court. I always think: 'Why are you still performing? The camera's not even on!' It's just not who I am. I suppose that's why I am often cast as the 'everywoman'. The character, who, when you watch the telly, you can go, 'That could be me.' I'm not Nicole Kidman. The dramas I am in are never like Emily in Paris, full of scenic backdrops and beautiful clothes. If I'm on your screen, you're probably more likely to think: 'She's going to go through a very hard time, but, in the end, we're going to be fine.' Which pretty much sums up the story of my life.
Yahoo
05-04-2025
- Politics
- Yahoo
This middle-class moral panic about ‘toxic masculinity' is growing unhinged
What on earth has got into our ruling class these past two weeks? We've had the Prime Minister ordering every secondary school in the land to show its pupils Adolescence. We've had Newsnight asking teenage boys when they last cried. And we've had anti-terror police telling the nation's parents to report their sons to Prevent if they catch them watching 'misogynist videos online'. Listening to these people's ever more hysterical raving, you'd think that the single greatest threat facing our country was 'toxic masculinity'. It isn't, of course. But then, that's the very reason why middle-class liberals are so eagerly stoking this moral panic. They want us to talk about fashionable Netflix dramas, 'incels' and Andrew Tate in order to stop us talking about certain problems that are far worse. For all their ostensible anxiety about 'toxic masculinity', middle-class liberals are rarely happier than when they're lecturing us about it – because it's slap-bang in the middle of their comfort zone. Here is an issue where the villains almost invariably seem to be white and male, their crime is old-fashioned sexism, and the proposed solution is a crackdown on social media. All perennial favourite themes of middle-class liberals. If they were really worried about misogyny, you'd think they'd have had quite a lot more to say about grooming gangs – both when the scandal first emerged, and in January this year, when it briefly returned to the spotlight. Surely nothing could be more misogynistic than the mass rape of underage girls. Curiously, though, middle-class liberals appear to have forgotten about that particular subject. And so swiftly, too. If Sir Keir Starmer wished, he could order every secondary school to show Three Girls, a TV drama from 2017 about grooming gangs in Rochdale. Or, to highlight another form of misogyny, he could order them to show Adult Human Female, a documentary about how transgender ideology threatens women's rights. Mind you, that would be tricky. Almost every time a women's group has tried to screen Adult Human Female at a university, the event has had to be cancelled, after furious protests from trans activists. Still, good of them to help prove the producers' point. This week in Parliament, a Labour MP named Tom Hayes told a story that deeply impressed me. While he was visiting a school in his Bournemouth East constituency, he said, numerous pupils told him that they were 'concerned about foreign donations into our country's political system'. And one girl asked what he described as an 'absolutely pitch-perfect' question about the pernicious influence of Elon Musk. According to Mr Hayes, her question was: 'Why is a South African-born person, who lives in the United States, has funded a presidential election there, and is now part of the US government, threatening to get involved in UK politics?' On the face of it, this question may not seem especially scintillating. The reason I'm so impressed is that the school that this Labour MP visited was Queen's Park Infant Academy – which describes itself, on its website, as 'a caring and happy school for children aged four to seven years'. The youth of today come in for a lot of criticism. But if children aged between four and seven are capable of asking their MP such preternaturally articulate and well-informed questions about global politics, this country's future is clearly very bright indeed. Then again, can we be sure that other members of this little girl's generation are as astonishingly eloquent and knowledgeable as she is? To find out, I paid a visit to my local crèche. 'I must say, I for one find Mr Hayes's account to be highly improbable,' said a boy aged two, glancing up from his Play-Doh. 'Not only because the unnamed infant sounds so unfeasibly precocious, but also because her alleged views on Elon Musk so conveniently reflect this Labour MP's own.' 'I hate to sound cynical, but I must confess that I share your scepticism,' chimed in a girl aged nine months, between mouthfuls of rusk. 'Sadly, the standard of parliamentary discourse has declined markedly in my lifetime.' 'I'm just relieved that other MPs didn't accuse the honourable gentleman of having made the whole thing up,' added an unborn child inside the womb of a pregnant nursery assistant. 'As we all know, accusing a fellow MP of lying is profoundly unparliamentary.' I was fascinated to read our story this week about defendants bringing 'emotional support animals' into court, to help them cope with the stresses of the trial. The animals tend to be dogs, although, in 2017, a pensioner accused of stalking brought in his cat. I've no doubt the companionship of these beloved pets brings the defendants great comfort. Frankly, though, I feel they're missing a trick. If I ever find myself in the dock, I intend to bring in an emotional support lion, trained to growl at the jury whenever the evidence against me sounds particularly incriminating. With the support of this dear, fiercely loyal creature, I have every faith that I will walk free. Broaden your horizons with award-winning British journalism. Try The Telegraph free for 1 month with unlimited access to our award-winning website, exclusive app, money-saving offers and more.
Telegraph
05-04-2025
- Politics
- Telegraph
This middle-class moral panic about ‘toxic masculinity' is growing unhinged
What on earth has got into our ruling class these past two weeks? We've had the Prime Minister ordering every secondary school in the land to show its pupils Adolescence. We've had Newsnight asking teenage boys when they last cried. And we've had anti-terror police telling the nation's parents to report their sons to Prevent if they catch them watching 'misogynist videos online'. Listening to these people's ever more hysterical raving, you'd think that the single greatest threat facing our country was 'toxic masculinity'. It isn't, of course. But then, that's the very reason why middle-class liberals are so eagerly stoking this moral panic. They want us to talk about fashionable Netflix dramas, 'incels' and Andrew Tate in order to stop us talking about certain problems that are far worse. For all their ostensible anxiety about 'toxic masculinity', middle-class liberals are rarely happier than when they're lecturing us about it – because it's slap-bang in the middle of their comfort zone. Here is an issue where the villains almost invariably seem to be white and male, their crime is old-fashioned sexism, and the proposed solution is a crackdown on social media. All perennial favourite themes of middle-class liberals. If they were really worried about misogyny, you'd think they'd have had quite a lot more to say about grooming gangs – both when the scandal first emerged, and in January this year, when it briefly returned to the spotlight. Surely nothing could be more misogynistic than the mass rape of underage girls. Curiously, though, middle-class liberals appear to have forgotten about that particular subject. And so swiftly, too. If Sir Keir Starmer wished, he could order every secondary school to show Three Girls, a TV drama from 2017 about grooming gangs in Rochdale. Or, to highlight another form of misogyny, he could order them to show Adult Human Female, a documentary about how transgender ideology threatens women's rights. Mind you, that would be tricky. Almost every time a women's group has tried to screen Adult Human Female at a university, the event has had to be cancelled, after furious protests from trans activists. Still, good of them to help prove the producers' point. What do toddlers think of Trump? This week in Parliament, a Labour MP named Tom Hayes told a story that deeply impressed me. While he was visiting a school in his Bournemouth East constituency, he said, numerous pupils told him that they were 'concerned about foreign donations into our country's political system'. And one girl asked what he described as an 'absolutely pitch-perfect' question about the pernicious influence of Elon Musk. According to Mr Hayes, her question was: 'Why is a South African-born person, who lives in the United States, has funded a presidential election there, and is now part of the US government, threatening to get involved in UK politics?' On the face of it, this question may not seem especially scintillating. The reason I'm so impressed is that the school that this Labour MP visited was Queen's Park Infant Academy – which describes itself, on its website, as 'a caring and happy school for children aged four to seven years'. The youth of today come in for a lot of criticism. But if children aged between four and seven are capable of asking their MP such preternaturally articulate and well-informed questions about global politics, this country's future is clearly very bright indeed. Then again, can we be sure that other members of this little girl's generation are as astonishingly eloquent and knowledgeable as she is? To find out, I paid a visit to my local crèche. 'I must say, I for one find Mr Hayes's account to be highly improbable,' said a boy aged two, glancing up from his Play-Doh. 'Not only because the unnamed infant sounds so unfeasibly precocious, but also because her alleged views on Elon Musk so conveniently reflect this Labour MP's own.' 'I hate to sound cynical, but I must confess that I share your scepticism,' chimed in a girl aged nine months, between mouthfuls of rusk. 'Sadly, the standard of parliamentary discourse has declined markedly in my lifetime.' 'I'm just relieved that other MPs didn't accuse the honourable gentleman of having made the whole thing up,' added an unborn child inside the womb of a pregnant nursery assistant. 'As we all know, accusing a fellow MP of lying is profoundly unparliamentary.' Law of the jungle I was fascinated to read our story this week about defendants bringing 'emotional support animals' into court, to help them cope with the stresses of the trial. The animals tend to be dogs, although, in 2017, a pensioner accused of stalking brought in his cat. I've no doubt the companionship of these beloved pets brings the defendants great comfort. Frankly, though, I feel they're missing a trick. If I ever find myself in the dock, I intend to bring in an emotional support lion, trained to growl at the jury whenever the evidence against me sounds particularly incriminating. With the support of this dear, fiercely loyal creature, I have every faith that I will walk free.
