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Metro
4 days ago
- Entertainment
- Metro
The date was going well - until we hit a strip club
At 25, I hit the dating apps – hard. I'd been single for about 18 months, having split with my long-term boyfriend for the simple reason that you don't tend to marry the guy you met at Clapham's Infernos when you're 21. It turned out I could do well as I really fancy short(er) guys, and every other woman seemed not to. I didn't have to be the best looking woman in the world, I just had to be in their inbox. While the app wasn't full of firemen, police men, or other hunks as the promo content implied (maybe they were thinking of the Village People?), I quickly matched with Dylan* and we started chatting. We almost got into a weird, penpal-type situation where we'd send each other long, hilarious messages that were almost competitively funny. So when he broke the jam and suggested going drinking and people-watching in a central London bar at 3pm on a Saturday, I agreed. While I was happy to go where the night took me, I had no idea just how mad things would get on that date. He arrived late and flustered, but at 5'7, blonde, blue-eyed and almost angelic-looking, he was forgiven. We sat at an outside table and ordered this fancy new drink everyone was talking about: a mojito. We nattered away, with Dylan telling me an anecdote about a dead dog on the Tube. Love reading juicy stories like this? Need some tips for how to spice things up in the bedroom? Sign up to The Hook-Up and we'll slide into your inbox every week with all the latest sex and dating stories from Metro. We can't wait for you to join us! Sadly, it was a classic urban legend I'd read on the internet years before. Still, I wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt, and the chat was soon flowing as well as the drinks. One mojito turned into two, which turned into 10, and when it was closing time, we weren't sure where to go next. That's when someone, I truly can't remember who, suggested the strip club. Obviously, it was 'for a joke' but suddenly, we were heading to a London erotic dancing venue famed for being a tourist trap. I think we thought we were young, wild, and hedonistic. We were certainly very, very drunk and on a date that had now been going for 10 hours too long. Inside, it was immediately awkward. The dancers seemed as bemused as we were at the situation. We were shown to the table and audibly gulped at the prices. About £7 a beer – which all those years ago, was a lot. But we decided to drink through it. Dylan paid for everything, doing that very male thing of saying, 'No, no, I've got this, don't worry', despite the very large bill. So, How Did It Go? is a weekly series that will make you cringe with second-hand embarrassment or ooze with jealousy as people share their worst and best date stories. Want to spill the beans about your own awkward encounter or love story? Contact Neither of us wanted private shows, but within minutes a dancer had clambered onto the table, kicking over our overpriced beers in the process. She was wearing underwear but was completely topless. Dylan was more embarrassed than me, so he didn't really look. While Dylan was studying the menu prices and fending off dancers trying to drag him into the champagne room, I ended up talking to one known as 'Sapphire' for ages about her university course. She was studying biomedical sciences, so we spent half the night huddled over a napkin brainstorming career options over the top of very loud 90s R&B. 'Most expensive date I've ever been on,' Dylan muttered as we left around 4am. We went back to his place, a sprawling four-storey house he shared with his siblings in South London. But we didn't have sex: I don't think either of us could, or wanted to at that point – either down to drunkenness, overexposure, or both! Eventually, our conversation started to fizzle out. He started seeing someone else, and so did I. I told the story a few times to friends and forgot about him. Until one bank holiday weekend, around a year later. It was around 1am, and I was outside my flat with two mates, when a black cab pulled up. Dylan stepped out. More Trending He'd been nearby, remembered I lived around there from a cancelled plan months before, and thought he'd try his luck. No message. No call. No heads up. He hugged me like no time had passed and he joined me and my mates upstairs for a spontaneous drinking session. Sooner or later, Dylan and I were having sex in my bathroom, as my housemate who actually had to work that next day angrily banged on the door. He left in the morning, and I never saw him again. But I do still have that napkin with the biomedical science CV notes, in a shoebox of odd memories under my bed, just in case Sapphire ever needs it. Do you have a story you'd like to share? Get in touch by emailing Share your views in the comments below. MORE: I filmed myself having sex – I was shocked it turned me on MORE: I got gonorrhoea, but my doctor doubted my explanation MORE: After a bad breakup two years ago, my boyfriend and I are trying again
Daily Mail
24-05-2025
- Entertainment
- Daily Mail
From dining with Andy Warhol to trying lobster with producer Allan Carr, choreographer ARLENE PHILLIPS shares her life in food
My first food memory is of my mum's incredible roast potatoes. They were delicious – crisp on the outside and fluffy in the middle, with lots of little crunchy bits scattered around. I'm obsessed with roast potatoes to this day. Growing up in Manchester, my mother was a good traditional cook and baker who made lots of Jewish food. Incredible chicken soup with kneidlach [matzo balls]. And birthday cakes decorated with colourful icing. She died when I was 15 [from leukaemia], and my sister Karen became the cook. I was the cleaner and the washer-upper. Food, and what we could have and buy, was limited. There was still rationing, so we never wasted anything – we'd eat an apple right down to the last bit. At Manchester High School Central, the grammar school for girls, I hated food with a passion. Meatballs made with fake meat and mashed potato made from powder. Worse was the sago or rice pudding. I couldn't touch it. When I came to London and discovered Spaghetti House it was like stepping into paradise. I'd share plain spaghetti with my best friend, as I was working all kinds of jobs so that I could study dance. To this day, I love Spaghetti House. The food doesn't taste quite the same, but it has so many memories for me. The fact that I can now afford anything on the menu – you never get over that. When you've struggled with money then have enough to buy what you want, it always feels special. In 1979 I went to Los Angeles to make the film Can't Stop The Music with Village People and the producer Allan Carr. He took me to the Palm for lobster. I didn't know how to eat them, but they were so tender. Once, in New York, Bianca Jagger, who I used to teach to dance, invited me to Le Cirque with Andy Warhol. You could order the most incredible food and Andy sat mostly in silence. I couldn't eat anything as I was enchanted by him. Mick Jagger popped in, too! Happy memories. I put on weight whatever I eat. Sometimes I think I may as well paste this cake right on me because I know it's going to show. I used to dance eight hours a day, but still had to be careful about what I ate. I'd try every crazy diet going then abandon it and just eat. Vegetables and salads became my obsession. When I was young, my treat was always a cream puff, and even as an adult I'd chase one just to sink my teeth into all that cream. I never gave up my love of food, I just commanded myself to eat less, and eat healthily. I'm famous in the theatre world for carrying chicory around with me. If I was hungry it would fill me up and I wouldn't put on the pounds. I've been lucky to have partners who cooked. Angus [who she has been with since 1985] is probably one of the best cooks ever. He's famous for his spaghetti bolognese, which has a divine touch, along with endless other pastas, amazing confit duck, wonderful sauces and dips. His roast chicken is just beyond. I'm sensitive to even the tiniest amount of garlic. And what's awful is Angus loves garlic – he wants it in everything. My comfort food is mashed potato, eaten with a spoon and lots of butter. I always have goat's cheese in my fridge, salad piled high and lots of vegetables. It's a very healthy fridge. My last supper would be sushi of every kind. Then for pudding, definitely a knickerbocker glory.
Wall Street Journal
22-05-2025
- Entertainment
- Wall Street Journal
Single, Young and Conservative: These People Want to ‘Make America Hot Again'
On a damp Thursday evening in early May, under the red lights of a bar in Manhattan's East Village, around 50 young men and women knocked back drinks and shouted over loud music. Black tables displayed white hats reading 'MAKE AMERICA HOT AGAIN' and pink stickers that said 'Where Reaganomics meets retinol.' The Village People's 'YMCA' and Usher's 'DJ Got Us Fallin' in Love' blasted over the speakers. The scene was familiar—a room full of young people hoping to find a date, or maybe just a new friend. But this was not any random mixer: Everyone present was conservative, or at the very least receptive to the idea of partnering up with a conservative.
Time of India
20-05-2025
- Entertainment
- Time of India
Donald Trump brings 'peak grandpa energy' with YMCA dance at a kids' event
Credit: X/@MargoMartin47 By now, most people are familiar with Donald Trump's now-iconic dance moves—the side-to-side fist pumps and grandpa-style rhythm that somehow keep going viral. Love them or hate them, they've undeniably become a part of the Trump brand. And this time, the former U.S. President brought the same energy to a crowd of parents, kids, and staff at a White House event. In a resurfaced video posted by Margo Martin, Special Assistant and Communications Advisor to President of US, Trump is seen breaking into his signature 'YMCA' dance at a 'Take Our Daughters and Sons to Work Day' gathering. With the Village People classic playing in the background, he smiles, points, and pumps his fists in that familiar fashion—earning laughter and cheers from the crowd, including many children. The clip, drenched in what many online are calling peak grandpa energy , has now racked up over 100,000 views across platforms. Users seem to be enjoying the moment, with many calling it 'classic Trump' and sharing the video with amused captions and memes. One user said, 'Trump loves children. He's a man of the people.' A second user said, 'I love that he's not only the ultimate leader but he's a grandpa. Loves kids. but he doesn't sniff them!' Another user pointed out, 'A human who multitasks, managing war conflicts and global deals while celebrating " Take Our Daughters and Sons to Work Day " with a smile and a dance, is my definition of a great person.' by Taboola by Taboola Sponsored Links Sponsored Links Promoted Links Promoted Links You May Like 인천 임플란트 특가! 33만원으로 건강한 치아 완성! [지금 알아보기] 플란치과 더 알아보기 Undo What is 'Take Our Daughters and Sons to Work Day'? "Take Our Daughters and Sons to Work Day" is an annual event where parents bring their children to work to expose them to different careers and the value of education. It's a day that encourages kids to explore various job possibilities and provides them with a glimpse into the world of work. The event is typically held on the fourth Thursday in April. The event began in 1992 as "Take Our Daughters to Work Day," with the goal of empowering girls. The program expanded in 2003 to include boys, making it "Take Our Daughters and Sons to Work Day" and broadening the scope of career exploration for all children.
AU Financial Review
16-05-2025
- Entertainment
- AU Financial Review
Megadeals and hyperbole: Is Trump's Gulf tour more fiction than fact?
As the Village People's anthem YMCA blared across the ballroom, Crown Prince Mohammed bin Salman strode to the stage where Donald Trump had just delivered a speech replete with boasts about his presidency and superlatives describing the 'incredible' Saudi royal. With huge Saudi and American flags behind him, a beaming Prince Mohammed clasped the US president's hand, while Trump gripped the heir apparent's shoulder. 'I like him a lot,' Trump said. 'I like him too much.'
