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vavandeveresfan · 5 months

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Jenny Watson: "We can do it, so let's do it." Jenny outlines her plan for a female-only, lesbian space.

For my lesbian, bisexual women, and radfem Followers. Via Graham Linehan's Substack.

For many decades, London was considered the global capital for lesbian nightlife. But you’d never know it if you visited the UK today. It’s not for a lack of British lesbian culture: I’m a lesbian, I’m involved in our country’s lesbian social scene, and I can assure you, it’s alive and well. What we lack at the moment are our own dedicated spaces. I think the UK needs once more to have lesbian-run, female-only community spaces.

I’ve got an idea about how to make one such space a reality. And I believe I'm in a position to make it happen.

Over the past seven years, I've had the privilege of organising a range of lesbian social events in London. Throughout this time, I've made many connections in our community, gained an increasing understanding of our needs, and created social spaces that I hope go some way to meeting them.

And in those seven years working to coordinate part of the the UK’s lesbian social scene, I’ve come to see how badly we need a dedicated, strictly female-only event space — now more than ever.

Men have been encroaching on the lesbian community, and the problem is only getting worse. There’s been a sense of inevitability, that this is just something we have to learn to live with.

But I’ve had it.

In June, I skipped London’s official Pride festivities and instead visited an alternative, independent event at the Hampstead Ponds. It was a female-only picnic. Hundreds of women of all ages were gathered, from their teens to their eighties. And the sublime joy that I felt that day led me to a eureka moment:

We need this. We deserve this. This is our right. As lesbians and bisexual women, we have a right to social spaces that are entirely our own.

So, earlier this year, I decided to implement a women-only policy at my events. Although this sparked controversy, we ultimately received recognition from the UK’s largest pub operator that it is legitimate to hold women-only lesbian events - a real victory!

And then it suddenly dawned on me: we need more and not only do we need this, I can do this. I feel I have a good sense of the UK market for lesbian social events. So I crunched some numbers and developed a business proposal. I gauged interest and studied feasibility. And I’m excited to tell you: I believe this can work.

My plan involves establishing a private members’ club and securing a prime physical space in London. By day, this space will operate as a versatile hybrid workspace, becoming a venue hosting various social events in the evenings and weekends. Alongside these, we'll provide online events, and collaborate with service providers for health and wellness advice, fitness guidance, group trips, and more. Revenue will come from the events, partnerships, as well as from membership dues.

To the lesbian and bisexual women reading this: you’re welcome to get in touch with me if you’d like to learn more. There's an opportunity to invest if you’re interested, too. I’ve got a pitch deck I would be happy to show you and a fully fleshed-out, 50-page business plan. And I’m happy to report that there are already investors who have given the thumbs up.

Following my announcement and inspired by the community's heartwarming response, I decided to introduce an early-bird membership programme. This includes a personalised QR-coded membership card for exclusive updates and access to a members’ discussion space. Joining early also signifies your part in accelerating our community's launch.

Which brings me to another issue, and it’s a big part of the reason I’m writing this now: online critics. There’s a small but vocal group of people online who’ve been saying some pretty nasty and completely unfounded things about me. This group of people have taken to personal insults, and accusations that I’m a fraudster and a grifter.

I’m not entirely surprised to encounter pushback, but at the same time, the level of vitriol has been eye-opening.

But I try to put it in a bigger context: Lesbians have faced so much abuse, and for so long we’ve had to settle for having social spaces conditionally, on terms set by men. There’s a climate of distrust and fear looming over the lesbian community as a result. So much so that today the idea of even having one single space fully dedicated to lesbian and bisexual women seems so radical, some people’s initial reaction is that there’s got to be a catch.

I completely understand that a good dose of scrutiny, of tempering optimism with some degree of caution, is reasonable. It’s healthy. And it’s entirely welcome.

But personal insults and unfounded accusations are not. I know that emotions are running high, and we as a community are feeling beleaguered right now. But that’s no excuse to target my Irishness in personal attacks, for example. Or to target my business supporters with lies about me.

I'm not here to push or persuade anyone who doesn't feel the spark for this project. However, for those who do, our project investors' safety and security are crucial — capital funds are securely placed in escrow and I've teamed up with a business consultant who's right here supporting us until opening day. We’ve put together a solid business plan.

If anything, the tenor of some of the criticism I’ve faced only hardens my resolve: it just highlights how badly women need a space to unite us, to heal us in this difficult time.

It’s been upsetting to endure the smear campaign that a small online group has thrown at me… but my mind keeps going back to that Edenic afternoon at the Hampstead Ponds, where hundreds of women were gathered in serenity and harmony.

This will heal us. This will unite us. And it will make us all stronger. Lesbian strength comes through unity.

There are various ways you can help, but the most crucial one is spreading the word - our message is the most important part of this project.

Other than that, as I mentioned earlier, if you are a lesbian/bi woman, there is the option to join as an early-bird member (however, this is not compulsory; you can wait until our opening). Additionally, there's the opportunity for investment or donation. I've prepared a comprehensive 50-page business plan and pitch deck available for those who are interested.

For a deeper understanding of the project, feel free to visit our website or you can email me at [email protected]

Any form of support you can offer is immensely appreciated as we work towards making this a reality.

We can do this. So let’s do it!

#lesbians #women's spaces #lesbian spaces #Jenny Watson #Graham Linehan #Substack #bisexual women #UK #London

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zilabee · 4 months

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Living The Beatles Legend:

After a lifetime of self-doubt over body issues and inveterate shyness, he simply couldn’t control himself. “Big Mal was a demon for sex,” Tony wrote. “[...] Like sacrificial virgins, a lot of the girls willingly accepted that they would have to do it with Mal to get to John, Paul, George, or Ringo, and Mal knew it.”

“A couple of newspaper friends put on a private show involving several prostitutes for our entertainment, one of them being very pregnant.” As Mal recalled, “It was a little unnerving to have these ladies performing before our eyes with each other in one room, with Brian, George Martin and Judy, and the rather more staid members of the press in the adjoining living room.”

“I was being entertained by a young lady late one evening,” Mal wrote, “when George rushes into the darkened room, stoned out of his mind, tearing the bedclothes off, shouting, ‘My turn next—come on, give us a bit!’” Mal gave way to the Beatle, concluding that “apart from that, I was the one that got screwed.”

By this point, [Lily] wasn’t just finding “silly groupie letters” in his suitcase, but also the occasional stray pair of knickers and other telltale signs of infidelity. She recognized that Mal was being seduced—and had been for some time—by overwhelming forces, impulses with which she could hardly begin to compete.

After her brother returned from the States, June recalled that “Malcolm came home knackered, absolutely shattered from that tour.” [...] Her brother and the Beatles were living in a “totally unreal world—an extraordinary, horrendous, wonderful, terrible place that they were all existing in during that period. And they were all damaged by it. They suddenly could have anything they wanted.”

After sharing a convivial dinner with Victoria’s father, who retired early, Mal (31yo) and Victoria (16yo) returned to the hotel and went up to the twenty-seventh floor. [..] “Mal was very sweet,” she recalled, “and we talked and we talked, and we sort of made out.” And while she was unable to meet the Beatles the next morning to do an interview, she exchanged contact information with Mal. And later that year, the letters from her new pen pal began arriving, elegantly adorned with “this beautiful British handwriting.” *

Eventually, Mal would develop a vital relationship of his own with the Scruffs, although he had his detractors—namely, Carol Bedford, a peripheral member of their scrum and a George aficionado who later claimed that Mal tried to put the moves on her. Apparently, Mal had continued to approach women in the Beatles’ universe in the same transactional manner in which he and Neil had “auditioned” willing fans during the band’s touring years. Another Apple Scruff recalled a similar instance when Mal’s attempts to cozy up to the Scruffs went terribly wrong. Apparently, he had crawled under one of the girls’ blankets and “touched something he shouldn’t have.” With that, the offended Scruff came flying out from under the blanket yelling, “Who do you think you are, Paul McCartney?” **

Since leaving the hospital, [Arwen (21yo)] had reared Little Malcolm in her cramped lodgings in West Hampstead. At some point, around the age of six months, he was put up for adoption, leaving her care lock, stock, and barrel, with Mal’s teddy bear as the baby’s only consolation. Mal’s diary would enumerate lunches and telephone calls with the young woman at various points across 1969, but eventually, Arwen chose to move on, putting the whole painful episode behind her. ***

[For his son's birthday] Mal made a cassette recording in which he offered his sincere wishes for the coming year. [...] But any goodwill Mal hoped to deliver was quickly undone that morning as Gary listened to the recording over breakfast with his mother and sister. To his incredible pain and embarrassment, the tape didn’t end with his father’s birthday greeting. Apparently, Mal had recycled the cassette, and as Gary and his sister prepared to go to school, they heard the unmistakable sounds of Fran fellating their dad. The boy’s only solace was the knowledge that his eight-year-old sister didn’t understand the sounds emanating from the tape player.

[..]for the first time, Fran found herself afraid of her boyfriend, whose darkness had never been more acute. It all came to a head one night when Mal, drunk to the gills, began threatening her with his Colt Woodsman pistol, at one point placing the gun against her head before discharging it into the washing machine. When he sobered up, Mal couldn’t have been more apologetic, swearing to mend his ways and be the boyfriend she deserved.

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Another quote under the cut, with trigger warning for rape and attempted suicide - and a few notes about some of it.

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June 1964 - New Zealand

At the time, the official story involved a twenty-year-old female fan who, having secreted her way into the hotel, chose to slash her wrists in Mal’s room after being unable to talk her way into the Beatles’ suite. Fortunately, police caught sight of the young woman through a window and broke down the locked door with a battering ram. She was subsequently taken to a local hospital and discharged that same day.

[There are then some bits about how Derek tried to ensure it didn't link back to the Beatles in anyway, and the way the press reported it as "Girl Tries To Die For Beatles", and someone else claiming she'd actually had sex with someone and then got 'hysterical' because she realised he wasn't going to get her in to see the Beatles... but eventually it cuts to the quote from Mal's diary below.]

“On arriving back at the hotel at two in the morning,” he wrote, “I was greeted by a crowd of police and detectives as the elevator doors opened at my floor. On verifying that I occupied a particular room number, they very solemnly escorted me there, where to my horror on opening the door, I found the bathroom and bedroom covered in blood. Apparently, what had happened [was] several people had gang-banged her in my bedroom. She was so distraught, she took a razor blade from my razor and slashed her wrists, but was discovered in time and recovered in hospital. Obviously I was a prime suspect, but I had the best alibi in the world—I was drinking tea with her mother.” ****

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* Victoria was 16, and Mal was 31. He wrote with her for a few years and met up with her again several times, and there's a quote where she says she "thought she was in love with him", and another where she was surprised to find out he was married. He's a grown man with a family and it's creepy as fuck that he was leading on/grooming a 16 year old girl - although I think according to the book they never had sex.

** I've bolded a lot of the wording which fucks me the fuck off in that passage about apple scruffs, what a fucking weird piece of writing. Apparently apparently apparently - I don't even think he's using it to suggest it might not be true, I think he's just using it to make it sound a bit casual, oh turns out he was just treating them like shit like he used to! Oh he was just 'cozying up' ??????? The last bit also feels like the girl being able to fight her corner and tell him off is being used to suggest it therefore didn't matter - not to suggest that there were probably lots of other girls who didn't want his hands on them but didn't know how to say no. It's also quickly followed by a quote of another apple scruff saying he took care of them like a big brother and they all loved him. Which is fine. But teenage girls feeling as though the creepy guy who is being nice to them in order to take advantage is just being nice to them, doesn't mean much. It's creepy that he was trying to befriend the young vulnerable girls that idolised anyone who worked with Beatles, you've literally just said he was doing it in a 'transactional manner'.

*** The author used a pseudonym for Arwen - a young woman that Mal had an affair and a child with. He wrote in his diary when the child was born, and visited them, "gifting the boy with an oversize teddy bear from Harrods". Personally I think 'chose to move on' covers an awful lot of pain very glibly. Imagine having to give your baby away after six months, imagine what she went through. It is not a small thing that he carelessly got a young woman pregnant and then offered her nothing.

**** I think we all live in Beatles fandom knowing that the people we enjoy did awful terrible things, but sometimes it's good to confront how bad it was, even if we'll never know who was involved in this particular incident. Or how often it happened to other women. Whether Beatles were involved here or not, they were around this, they were inside it. They were influenced by and friends with horrible people. Imagine writing that in your diary like it's a good joke that you were having tea with her mum while she was going through that, and not how awful that would actually feel if you had a heart. The author adds that this incident affected Mal, saying, "His “demon” persona was still alive and well, to be sure, but there would be perceptible shifts in his outlook as the group’s touring days moved forward." I didn't really pick up on these, so I'm not sure how so.

#mal evans #beatles books #the beatles #george harrison

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theunderestimator-2 · 3 months

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Johnny Rotten in Teddy Boy quiff & attire with a studded leather dog collar around his neck as a splash of punk attitude in 1977 (since he's wearing the same clothes as in the Sex Pistols photo session by Adrian Boot at the Glitterbest offices in Oxford Str. in 1977).

According to Omega Auctions which sold this photograph for £750 in 2023, it originally belonged to Helen of Troy of the Sex Pistols entourage:

"...this photograph originally belonged to Helen Wellington-Lloyd. This was Helen Wellington-Lloyd’s favourite photograph of Johnny Rotten and was the only photograph of the Sex Pistols she had framed in her living room in her flat in West Hampstead where she lived until 1999."

(via)

#johnny rotten #helene of troy #sex pistols #hellen wellington llioyd #1977 #earl punk scene #teddy boy #punk #punk rock #people

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indierockgirrl · 6 months

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I had a Pleasing bag I bought at Selfridges and my mum’s nicked it for shopping! Insult to injury- Harry saw her and complemented her! Of course, she didn’t have a bloody clue it was his range and offered for me to get one for him!!! I’m not walking the dog for weeks to avoid bumping into him!!

#harry styles #pleasing #Nightmare #embarrassing mum #Hampstead living

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zot3-flopped · 7 months

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Is It Over Now?

[Verse 1]

Once the flight had flown (Uh-huh)

With the wilt of the rose (Uh-huh)

I slept all alone (Uh-huh)

You still wouldn't go

[Pre-Chorus]

Let's fast forward to three hundred takeout coffees later

I see your profile and your smile on unsuspecting waiters

You dream of my mouth before it called you a lying traitor

You search in every maiden's bed for somethin' greater, baby

[Chorus]

Was it over when she laid down on your couch?

Was it over when he unbuttoned my blouse?

"Come here," I whispered in your ear

In your drеam as you passed out, baby

Was it over then? And is it ovеr now?

[Post-Chorus]

(Is it? Is it? Is it?)

[Verse 2]

When you lost control (Uh-huh)

Red blood, white snow (Uh-huh)

Blue dress on a boat (Uh-huh)

Your new girl is my clone

[Bridge]

And did you think I didn't see you?

There were flashin' lights

At least I had the decency

To keep my nights out of sight

Only rumors 'bout my hips and thighs

And my whispered sighs

Oh, Lord, I think about

Jumpin' off of very tall somethings

Just to see you come running

And say the one thing I've been wanting, but no

[Pre-Chorus]

Let's fast forward to three hundred awkward blind dates later (Oh)

If she's got blue eyes, I will surmise that you'll probably date her (Oh)

You dream of my mouth before it called you a lying traitor (Oh)

You search in every model's bed for somethin' greater, baby

[Chorus]

Was it over when she laid down on your couch?

Was it over when he unbuttoned my blouse?

"Come here," I whispered in your ear

In your dream as you passed out, baby

Was it over then? And is it over now?

[Post-Chorus]

Oh-oh

(Is it? Is it? Is it?) Oh-oh

(Is it? Is it?)

[Bridge]

Think I didn't see you?

There were flashin' lights

At least I had the decency

To keep my nights out of sight

Only rumors 'bout my hips and thighs

And my whispered sighs

Oh, Lord, I think about

Jumpin' off of very tall somethings

Just to see you come runnin' (Runnin')

And say the one thing I've been wanting, but no

[Outro]

Flashin' lights

Oh, Lord (Oh-oh)

Let's fast forward to three hundred takeout coffees later (Oh-oh)

(Flashin' lights)

I was hoping you'd be there

And say the one thing (Oh-oh) I've been wanting (Oh-oh)

(Flashin' lights) But no

#is it over now lyrics #1989 taylor's version #1989 tv lyrics #okay this is horrible #she is beyond obsessed with him #but also grossly arrogant #did Kendall have blue eyes?#also the writing is atrocious #'maiden's bed'?#is she Shakespeare?#Harry likes older women not virgins #Harry could easily retort #'if he's British I surmise you'll date him'#and come and live in Hampstead of all places #stalker vibes #taylor swift #1

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shewhoworshipscarlin · 3 months

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Dido Elizabeth Belle

Dido Eizabeth Belle (from 1761 to 1804) was the illegitimate daughter of Sir John Lindsay, a Royal Navy officer and a nephew of the 1st Earl of Mansfield. Her mother was Maria, an enslaved African whom Sir John met whilst his ship was in the Caribbean.

Sir John acknowledged Dido as his child and, from the 1760s she grew up in Lord Mansfield's household with her cousin, Lady Elizabeth Murray at Kenwood House, Hampstead, London.

Dido was educated and literate. As well as overseeing the running of the dairy at Kenwood, she helped Lord Mansfield with his legal correspondence. A visitor to the house commented that Dido's great-uncle "called upon (her)…every minute for this and that, and showed the greatest attention to everything she said".

By comparing the annual allowance Dido received it is clear that within the household her status was higher than that of a servant but generally below that of the rest of the family.

As Lord Chief Justice, Lord Mansfield presided over some of the most historic cases involving enslaved Africans whose status in English law was uncertain. When he died he was careful to confirm in his will that Dido was a free woman. He also left her £500 and an annual allowance of £100.

In 1793 Dido married John Davinier, a steward (a senior servant). They had three sons and lived in Pimlico until her death, aged 43.

https://historicengland.org.uk/research/inclusive-heritage/the-slave-trade-and-abolition/sites-of-memory/black-lives-in-england/working-lives/

#historical #black history month #britain #gentry

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foxes-that-run · 23 days

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Do you have the link to the Ben Winston interview where he talked about "very naked blonde popstar" in his kitchen with harry in the middle of the night? The original interview? It's GQ Australia i think but I can't find it. Also i think it was around the time he took her to his mother's house right? Or was it a different time

Hi, that's a great ask! thank you It is GQ Australia from May 2018, and it is not online but it is on eBay at the moment and you can read the quote in it, it isn't actually a direct quote of Ben's but it reads:

"Styles has known Winston for years, heeds his advice, trusts his advice from the outside, in. Styles even lived in his loft in Hampstead Health for a short period for time; providing a shelter away from the press and public at a time when the band were bigger than Coca-Cola. (There's a good story about Winston's wife bumping into a very naked, very blonde, very famous pop star making toast downstairs one morning if you ever get a chance to ask.)"

Also notice the article was 2018 and started and ended with 'folklore'

#Ben Winston #Happy Together #Harry Styles #Folklore #There's a good story about Winston's wife bumping into a very naked #very blonde #very naked very famous pop star #GQ

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scotianostra · 8 months

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Happy 90th Birthday Scottish actor David McCallum.

Born as David Keith McCallum, Jr on this day 19933 in Maryhill, Glasgow, the second of two sons of Dorothy Dorman, a cellist, and orchestral violinist David McCallum Sr. When he was three, his family moved to London for his father to play as concertmaster in the London Philharmonic Orchestra. Early in the Second World War, he was evacuated back to Scotland, where he lived with his mother at Gartocharn by Loch Lomond.

McCallum won a scholarship to University College School, a boys' independent school in Hampstead, London, where, encouraged by his parents to prepare for a career in music, he played the oboe.In 1946 he began doing boy voices for the BBC radio repertory company. Also involved in local amateur drama, at age 17, he appeared as Oberon in an open-air production of A Midsummer Night's Dream with the Play and Pageant Union. He left school at age 18 and was conscripted, joining the 3rd Battalion the Middlesex Regiment, which was seconded to the Royal West African Frontier Force.In March 1954 he was promoted to Lieutenant. After leaving the army he attended the Royal Academy of Dramatic Art (also in London), where Joan Collins was a classmate.

David McCallum’s acting career has spanned six decades; however, these days he is best known for his starring role on the police procedural NCIS as medical examiner as Dr. Donald “Ducky” Mallard. I first really remember McCallum for his role in another US show, The Invisible Man which ran for 13 episodes in the 70's. McCallum by then was a veteran of many TV and Film roles, starting in the 50's including Our Mutual Friend and The Eustace Diamonds, in the 60's he was in several ITV Playhouse shows before moving across the Atlantic to take roles in The Outer Limits and his big break as Illya Kuryakin in several incantations of The Man from Uncle.

His most notable films were The Greatest Story Ever Told as

Judas Iscariot and of course Ashley-Pitt 'Dispersal' in The Great Escape.

As well as the aforementioned Invisible Man in the 70's he took time to pop back over to our shores to star in two quality series, as Flt. Lt. Simon Carter in Colditz and Alan Breck Stewart in an adaption of Robert Louis Stevenson's, Kidnapped.

The 80's saw him team up with the lovely Joanna Lumley in Sapphire & Steel and several guest roles in the likes of The A Team, Hart to Hart and Murder, She Wrote as well as a one off reprise of Illya in the TV movie The Return of the Man from U.N.C.L.E.: The Fifteen Years Later Affair.

The 90's saw David in Cluedo and Trainer on our TV screens over here and American science-fiction series VR-5 in the states..

During the last 20 years or so he has been in the kids TV show, Ben 10: Omniverse as the voice of Professor Paradox and of course Donald Horatio "Ducky" Mallard in over 350 episodes of the popular NCIS.

David has been married twice. He married his first wife Jill Ireland in 1957. They met on the set of the movie Hell Drivers. Together, they had two sons and a daughter, Paul, Jason and Valentine, with Jason being the only one who was adopted. In 1963, David introduced Jill to his co-star on The Great Escape, Charles Bronson, and she left David and married Charles in 1968. In 1967, David married Katherine Carpenter and they have two children together, a son Peter and a daughter, Sophie. He and Katherine currently live in New York.

In NCIS since 2018, Ducky, played by McCallum, has appeared in fewer episodes. avid McCallum explained that appearing in fewer episodes will allow him to see more of his family, which includes his wife, children, six grandsons, and their cat, Nickie. According to IMDB he has chalked up an amazing 457 appearances in the show, morethan anyother character in the series.

#scotland #scottish #actor #television #cinema #happy birthday #NCIS #ducky mallard

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daisyblog · 11 months

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A Day With The Styles Family

Harry's House Masterlist Summary: Spend the day with YN, Harry and baby Oliver.

It has been six weeks since Oliver was born. Six weeks of love. Six weeks of ten tiny fingers, ten tiny toes. Six weeks of early morning, and late nights. Six weeks of milk, nappy changes and forgetting what day it was. Six weeks of visitors. Six weeks of being Mummy and Daddy.

The morning had started slowly, Oliver's small cries waking them from their sleep around 8:30am. Last night has been a good night for the new parents, Oliver last waking up around 4am for a feed.

Harry was sat on the sofa in the open plan living room, with Oliver cuddled into his arms feeding him a bottle of milk, that YN had expressed into a bottle, whilst YN was in the kitchen opposite making them a cups of coffee and some breakfast.

Once YN had finished making their coffee's and toast, she joined Harry on the sofa after placing the plates and mugs on the table in front of them. Harry was winding Oliver, rubbing small circles on his back as he held him near his shoulder. Noticing the little one had fallen asleep after his feed, Harry placed him in the baby bouncer, so he could eat his breakfast and drink his coffee.

Sitting side by side, the couple fell into a routine of staring at their little boy whilst he slept. "I never realised a love like this existed" YN broke the silence, as she took a bite of her toast and brought her legs up to sit under her body.

Harry frowned as he took a sip from his mug, that still had heat rising from it. "What do you mean?" he turned to face YN, slightly confused by what she had just said.

"I know I love you, and like I love my Mum and your Mum and stuff, but with Ollie, it's a different kind of love" YN explained, how she felt a different type of love for the little baby who laid in the bouncer in front of them, completely unaware of the world around him.

Harry nodded, completely understanding what she meant. The last six months has been a rollercoaster of up and down emotions but one thing that never changed was their love for Oliver. "It's an unexplainable love, it's like unconditional because there's nothing I wouldn't do for him".

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After a slow morning including lots of cuddles, naps and endless cups of coffee's, they decide to head out for a walk and some lunch. Whilst Harry showered and dressed, YN washed and dressed Oliver before they swapped and YN took a shower and got dressed for their day out.

Leaving their apartment building, the little family headed towards their favourite place, Hampstead Heath park. YN was pushing Oliver in his pram, as Harry walked by her side his arm wrapped around her shoulder as the slight bit of wind surrounded them. Oliver was cuddled up with his blanket, keeping warm as he sucked on his dummy.

Noticing Oliver has fallen asleep on their walk, Harry and YN began to head towards the back of the park near the little restaurant they liked to go to. Harry noticed the two fans first, YN still chatting away to the side of him unaware of the two girls holding onto to each other has the spot him. Harry loved meeting fans, it was his chance to say thank you for everything they had done for him and the boys, but since having Oliver, it made him nervous when he was with him.

"Hi Harry" One of the girls spoke, giving him a little wave. The voice, made YN turn and stop walking, still holding on to the handle of Oliver's pram. YN sent the girls a friendly smile as the girls approached the family with caution.

"Hey" Harry greeted both girls, giving them a real smile. One of the girls noticed how Harry hand reached to hold on the black pram too, almost going into protective dad mode.

"We just wanted to say hi, and congratulations" the taller of the two explained. "We love his name, it's so cute".

"Aw thank you, that's really kind of you" YN spoke, taking a peek inside the pram, where Oliver was still sleeping. "He's super cute, but likes to keep us up all night, don't you Ollie".

"Can we be really cheeky and ask for a photo please, we won't post it until later because we know you'll be followed otherwise" Harry and YN smiled at each other, both grateful at how mature and kind the two fans were.

YN snapped a couple of photos of the two girls standing either side of Harry, the three letting out big smiles. The girls thanked them for taking the time to speak to them and for the photo, and Harry and YN thanked them for being so kind and respectful.

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Entering the small restaurant, YN and Harry were guided to the back of the venue, the waiter making more space for them due to having a baby and pram.

Harry ordered the vegetarian burritos with a black coffee and YN ordered grilled chicken salad wraps with some orange juice, not fancying a hot drink. As they were waiting for their lunch to arrive, the waiter brought over their drinks to the table. Oliver's small cries were heard, meaning he had woken from his nap and probably wanted feeding.

As YN picked Oliver up, Harry rummaged through through the changing bag trying to find a muslin cloth, ready for YN to feed him. YN stood with Oliver in her arms, rocking him gently trying to calm him as Harry passed her the square cloth.

YN sat down, lifting her top slightly, before positioning Oliver so he could latch onto her breast. Once Oliver had latched on and was content in his mothers arms, YN took a sip of her own drink.

Harry coughed into his hand, knowing he was about to start a conversation they had both been avoiding. "I know we've both been avoiding this, but we need to talk about the tour next year, well in a couple of months actually".

YN kept her eyes focused on the little one in her arms, as he continued to feed and gulped down the milk. Harry knew why she wasn't looking at him, she didn't think it was a good idea to take a baby on tour, but Harry couldn't go days without seeing them, let alone months.

"Harry, I just don't think it's fair for everyone else, you or the boys...Ollie's awake during the night...and yeh when we're in a hotel it'll be fine..but what about on the bus, what happens if he wakes the boys?" YN shared her thoughts and feelings about joining Harry and the boys on their next tour.

Harry chewed on his bottom lip, thinking of a way to change YN's mind. "Babe, please...I can't leave you both, how about you just give it a go and the minute you think it's not working or if the boys start complaining about Ollie waking in the night, then you can come home..please". Harry pleased, flashing his lashes, knowing exactly how to pull on YN's heart stings.

YN looked down at Oliver as he was still feeding, before looking up at Harry, who was waiting for a response. YN sighed "Fine, we'll come" Harry let out a big grin, dimples on display, proud that he managed to get her to agree "But the minute I think your sleep is being effected, I'm straight home, okay?".

Harry nodded, completely understanding YN's concern about him and the boys having enough sleep. "I love you".

"I love you".

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Oliver's nighttime routine started around 7pm. Harry would run a bubble bath, adding some lavender soap into the lukewarm water. YN would prepare his fresh onesie and nighttime products for when Oliver came out of the bath.

Harry and YN both bathed the little one together, before they got him and out gave him a baby massage. YN had read from a baby book during her pregnancy that it helped to relax the baby before bedtime and increases the bond between them.

Turning the lights down in the living room, to create a calm and dim atmosphere. They settled onto the sofa, Oliver cuddled in YN's arms and carefully latched him onto her breast to feed him. Harry stroking his cheek lightly, not being able to take his eyes off the mini version of himself.

"Sing to him" YN broke the silence. Harry would often spend the evenings singing to YN's baby bump, and within minutes the movements and wild kicks would stop.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are! Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky. Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are!

"He's so lucky to have you" YN spoke, Harry turned to face her noticing the stray tears running down her cheek.

He wiped his thumb, gathering the tear. "Why are you crying?" Harry panicked "Is my singing that bad?" he joked.

"Of course not silly, I think it's just the hormones" YN explained, not really knowing why tears were threatening to escape once again. "I just love our little family'.

"I love our little family too, more than anything" Harry agreed, leaning in so their lips met. Leaving a few pecks, before Oliver let out a little cry. "Hey, she was mine first, you've got to share Mummy with me okay?" Harry joked, as he tickled Oliver hand with his finger.

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@upallnightharry No we didn't see his face, he was in the pram and they kept him covered with the hood. Which is understandable!! But they call him Ollie as a nickname, YN is so lovely and sweet too, like her and Harry are so kind! But we had a photo with Harry and we left them alone because Harry looked nervous with people around Oliver.

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nomilkinmyteaplease · 7 months

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The Terror's first dates

George Hodgson - invites you to a naked yoga session, followed by a meal in a vegan restaurant. Vaguely mumbles something about traumatic experiences that turned him ‘pan religious’. He wants you to be "yin to his yang" on his next meditation retreat.

Francis Crozier- a true gentleman, suggests you plan the date; based on his profile you arrange spirits tasting only to find out he is now a teetotaller.

Graham Gore- invites you to a first date at his bootcamp. As you land face first in mud during an obstacle course and struggle to get up as your arms give in, you hear his cheerful motivational shouts from afar. "You will soon get a hang of it, I know you will!".

Edward Little- takes you for an afternoon tea at the Ritz, but spends most of it on his phone replying to work emails. You tell him about wild haggis being an animal living in Scottish Highlands and he believes you.

Solomon Tozer- you expect a pub date, but he surprises you (and seemingly himself) by inviting you to a science museum to talk to you about some experiments he heard of at work; most of his sentences end with “...or something to that tune”.

James Fitzjames - Unprompted, treats you to a talk on "Everything you ever wanted to know about bird guano, but were afraid to ask". You’re not sure if his frequently mentioning size of (his?) cherry should be taken at a face value or whether it is some weird sexual innuendo.

Stephen Stanley - boasted about his BBQ skills, but most of his meats ended up charred beyond recognition.

William Gibson - Cooks for you, but barely notices you're there; spends the whole evening moaning about how much he hates backstabbers at work, his panna cotta leaves a bitter aftertaste.

John Irving - invites you for a walk around Hampstead, arrives late because “the mass overrun”.

William Pilkington - was supposed to be Netflix and chill, but his mum walks in on you and you end up having tea and watching a Murder, she Wrote marathon in the living room with his whole family.

Cornelius Hickey - may have turned out a foot and a half shorter than his profile stated and looks totally different to his photo, but you totally forget all about it when he takes you to a 3* Michelin restaurant with a nice view of the London canals. He sweeps you off your feet with compliments that make you blush and impresses with knowledge of fine wines he orders, you start thinking he may be THE ONE. He leaves to go to the gents, and 30 minutes later you finally realise he will never come back and end up having to pay the full bill yourself.

Harry Goodsir- An evening of “fun, quizzes and puzzles” turns out to be you helping him put together his Ikea furniture.

Thomas Jopson - takes you on a hike in the mountains, you overpack but seeing you struggle, he offers to carry your heavy rucksack for you. You have a picnic, admiring the sunset from the top of the mountain. Awwww.

Henry le Vesconte - takes you on a hike in the mountains, you overpack, seeing you struggle he shoots off ahead just as it starts dawning on you that the whole time you were also carrying HIS rucksack.

Follow up of the Dating Profiles, for the 'free space' of the Fronk Birthday Bingo.

#Henry le Vesconte #the terror #the terror amc #my stuff #Thomas Jopson #francis crozier #solomon tozer #cornelius hickey #William Pilkington #Stephen Stanley #stephen stanley #James Fitzjames #harry goodsir #George Hodgson #edward little #graham gore #frmcbingo

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