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5 Caitlin Moran What I see when I look in the mirror. 7 What I’ve learnt Actor Rupert Grint on “auntie” JK Rowling. 9 Spinal column:
Melanie Reid In praise of teenage girls. 10 Move over, Selling Sunset The brash young British estate agents shaking up the luxury housing
market. 16 Cover story When war comes home Why have so many British soldiers taken their own lives after serving in Afghanistan?
Anthony Loyd investigates. 28 ‘He brainwashed me’ A new documentary tells the story of a conman who claimed to be an MI5 agent.
31 Eat! Make soup the main event. 44 Kiefer Sutherland The actor talks about his hellraising past and new singing career. 50 A family
forged in tragedy The climber who survived an avalanche that killed his best friend – and then took his place as husband and father.
56 Oh no, thongs are back Harriet Walker on the return of the whale tail. Plus: time to audit your wardrobe. 60 Giles Coren reviews
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Y
ou know how a lot of beautiful”) or Salma Hayek (“I don’t actually
women – a really upsetting have a good body”), every woman, no matter
number – have body how unarguably gorgeous, has to hate herself
dysmorphia, whereby the a tiny, delicious amount. Just 10 or 15 per cent.
sufferer believes, whatever That’s a vital part of being a good, likeable
the physical evidence of woman. You show you are a good woman by
their glossy hair, soft skin bullying bits of your face and body in public:
and joyous smile, that they “I have weird elbows.” “I hate my knees.” “My
are fat or ugly or repulsive? ass is flat.” A staple of interviews with famous
I think I have the opposite of that. women is, “What are your least favourite
Whatever the physical evidence, I think features?” It is absolutely presumed that
I’m really, really hot. there’s a self-loathing button you can press on
When I’m putting on my eyeliner and a woman and stuff will pour out. Oddly, men
looking at myself in the mirror, I’m thinking, don’t seem to have that button. They are
“Wow, what a classic face. When I leave never asked that question.
the house, heads will turn.” I ponder the There’s a lot of weird psychological maths
unfortunate possibility that men, women involved in this issue. To say you are beautiful
and maybe animals – mesmerised by my nose seems to imply you think yourself superior to
or eyebrows – will miss their footing and fall, your sisters. That by claiming a presumably
or that a distracted driver will cause a small finite supply of beauty for yourself, you’ve
pile-up. I have to confront the truth: there somehow spitefully stolen it from others.
could be a body count. Of course, perceiving beauty doesn’t
And then I’ll put on my anorak, bobble work like that. We can appreciate an infinite
hat and rucksack, walk to the station and be number of lovely things. Just as, every day, I see
genuinely mystified as to why no one seems to dozens of beautiful clouds and gardens, hear
notice that one of the world’s most entrancing wondrous songs or eat delicious things, I also
women is walking past, sashaying in a pair see 30 women, minimum, I want to run after
of old Doc Martens with orthotic insoles to and say, “I hope you know you’re amazing! It
correct their flat feet. Don’t they want to enjoy looks like it would be fun to have your face.”
my face? I am. There are millions of beautiful women.
Of course, this is the point where I should It’s just that no woman is ever able to
go, “Haha, I’m only joking! Of course I know say she’s one of them.
I look like a ham with a wig on it. Don’t Instead, the rules are that you have to
worry, world, I obviously know my place in the wait and be told you are beautiful, which
comeliness order and I’ll just self-deprecatingly seems dangerously arbitrary. What if everyone
pop myself back down the bottom, next to Lady around you is stupid? Or the current “fashion”
Kluck from Disney’s Robin Hood and/or any isn’t for girls like you? It’s a risky business,
nursemaids from Shakespearean plays.” emotionally, when the ownership of beauty is
But… it’s all true. I’m just really happy with something given to you by others, rather than
how I look. I have no caveats, like, “My eyes something you can just… claim for yourself.
are too small,” “My wattle is very prominent,” I can’t bear living in a world where 13-year-old
or, “My upper-arm skin is so loose that,
if I stand with my arms out, I look like a
There are millions girls have to stand on the threshold of
womanhood and wait, hope and pray that
pterodactyl.” If I don’t want to get roasted
on social media for being deluded and vain
of gorgeous women. other people will tell them if they are allowed
to like their faces or bodies for the rest of
for saying all this, I probably ought to.
But the reason I’ve genuinely spent three
It’s just that no their lives. What do those other f***ers know,
anyway? Darling girls, you don’t let other
years working up the nerve to write this
column is because I don’t think I’ve ever
woman is ever able to people decide who you fancy. So why let them
decide if you fancy yourself?
seen another woman say, simply and happily,
“I think I’m beautiful,” and this seems
say she’s one of them The opposite of dysmorphia would,
I think, be “eumorphia”, which sounds like
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statistically berserk when there are almost euphoria. And that’s what it is. How could you
four billion of us. Whether you’re Penélope waste your life thinking you – alive and bright
Cruz (“I don’t think I’m beautiful”) or Margot and in your bobble hat – are not beautiful?
Robbie (“I am definitely not the most What would be the point of that? n
I developed hypochondria about my Instagram record at all [the trigger words that lock you into very different way of growing up.
daughter. I’m from a big family, quickest to one million followers, American. Mine’s the word “f***”. But there are no regrets. n
the oldest of five, so I’m used to in 4 hours, 1 minute, when he set I definitely felt a disconnect
babies. But when it happens to up his account in 2020]. It was between me and my mates when The third series of Servant
you, it’s all-consuming. You’re amazing. I had always resisted I started Harry Potter. I suddenly will be released on Apple TV+
so terrified all the time that getting Instagram because I’m left such a crucial part of my on January 21
Why everyone
needs a stroppy
teenager in their
lives. Trust me
on this one
I
have acquired a teenager and it’s the bikes and digging holes with his mates to her phone – her art, her favourite jeans, a selfie
best thing that’s happened in ages. As create jumps. Holly by comparison is cool she took of herself with the dog.
is the way of it, you don’t realise how and switched on, sharp as a tack, a veteran Twice in the summer she paid me the
much you’ve missed something until of social media. She’s also as funny and sweet ultimate compliment and brought some friends
you get another one, and then you as the characters in Clueless and Mean Girls, with her for the walk. And just as I yearn
wonder how you existed without it classic teen comedy movies that I deliberately to see the world through their eyes, and
for so long. went and relished again after I met her. understand their take on things, I see them
Teenagers, the more ornery the I’ve learnt to ambush Holly when she eyeing me. Sometimes I feel like a baby bird,
better, are just wonderful. Mine is only returns with the dog. I watch for them coming, begging to be fed fresh insight on the world.
borrowed – she’s the daughter of a friend, him towing her, her face buried in her phone, Afterwards I pray they’re typical teenagers,
whom I propositioned when I needed a dog up the hill on his extending lead. By hanging oblivious of everything, and forget me.
walker – but even for the brief snatches of time on to her money for a few minutes, I get her to Adult life gets so settled and unchallenged.
that I possess her, it’s life-enhancing. I want to remove an ear bud and spare me a bit of her Mine is about being sensible, measuring time
steal her, the way some women want to steal chat. We discuss school, sport, fashion. Some against commitments, weighing up pros and
babies, and learn about life through her eyes. days she can do nothing but yawn, which cons, allocating energy, making decisions
Holly – let’s call her that, although she’ll reminds me of Doug at the same age. Other based on physical limitations. Without young
hate it – is the perfect age: 15 when she started days she’s enthusiastic, full of surprises, direct, people around, my brain shrinks. I start to bask
coming; now newly 16. Peak teenager. Peak disdainful. I respect her lack of smarminess. in stale wisdom, curious about nothing.
different planet, on that cusp between She makes me laugh out loud. As Clueless We need disrupters. If you have teenagers
child and adult. Brimful of attitude. Sassy protagonist Cher Horowitz said of someone in in your home, please don’t take for granted
doesn’t begin to describe her; she’s smart, their early forties: “Old people can be so sweet.” their innate energy and power, their
uncompromising, utterly her own girl. Occasionally Dave, who was never a maddening ability to challenge opinions
I’ve never had first-hand experience of a teenager and doesn’t have a clue, tries to tease and reject received wisdom. You’ll mourn it
modern teenage girl, because I didn’t have a her. He doesn’t realise he’s a lamb going for when it’s gone. Holly is only fleetingly loaned
daughter and because having been a teenager slaughter. She puts him down with withering to me, as all youth is loaned to the old. I
yourself in the Dark Ages just doesn’t count. contempt. He doesn’t know what’s hit him. You caught up with her over Christmas, but her
Today’s young women are ten zillion times can see the speech bubble hanging in the air: year will be dominated by exams. The world
more together than my generation: knowing, “Yeah, whatever, grandpa.” beckons. Her axis tilts inexorably towards the
poised, sleek, droll and slightly terrifying. Once or twice she’s flattered me by end of school, university. Leaving us all behind,
Boys, I’m familiar with. They’re a totally obliquely sounding me out for advice. At least dog included, nursing our loss. n
MURDO MACLEOD
different species – goofy creatures; simpler, I think she has. I play the detached oracle and
younger, a million times less sophisticated. My suggest she chooses her battles; keeps goodwill @Mel_ReidTimes
son’s adolescent years were characterised by in the bank for things that really matter. And if Melanie Reid is tetraplegic after breaking her
a bit of binge drinking at parties, dismantling I’m really honoured she shows me pictures on neck and back in a riding accident in April 2010
yron Ash remembers that first In the opening credits, see Ash raise two
salvo of abuse, the insults that middle fingers and a triumphant “f*** you”
confirmed his business was heading to the world as £75,000 in commission rolls in.
in the right direction. The first Marvel as former gang-member Quas Miah
Twitter DM (direct message) he cold-calls a man on the doorstep of his north
received said, “You’re shits.” The London mansion.
second said, “Flash f***er.” Other “Mate, are you selling your ass?” he calls
comments from fake accounts out. Of course he means “house”, but Miah
added racial slurs. wears his East End roots proudly.
“Those first messages were More than anything, Property Porn Stars
from senior directors of big estate agents. But shows us just how much money Tyron Ash’s
you know what, I didn’t blame them. People crack team of “super-prime” are managing
lash out when they’re scared and, trust me, to rake in. Take the example of Alex Moisii,
we were eating these people alive.” 33, a Romanian/Italian firebrand and the
In his big coat and Gucci slippers, 33-year- company’s top “closer”. Two years ago he was Poole, Dorset, £2.75 million
old Ash might look like a financier straight out a chef at a takeaway in Northamptonshire.
of a Succession storyline. In fact, he’s an estate Last year he earned more than £200,000
agent working in what he calls the “luxury in commission.
super-prime” market. Early in 2020, his new Then there’s 20-year-old Chloe Cable, who
business only a few months old, his rivals used to work in a nail bar on the south coast
rounded on him. They were upset at how he but is now a partner in the firm. The video
was disrupting the game. “They were angry walk-throughs she posts on social media (in
because we knocked on their clients’ doors black thigh boots and miniskirt, she executes
whenever we saw a ‘for sale’ sign and told the a slow-mo catwalk strut through her clients’
owners, ‘Your current agent is lazy. We’ll sell living rooms to a hip-hop soundtrack) helped
this property for you. Guaranteed.’ ” her earn more than £100,000 in the past year.
Ash doesn’t run an expensive office or And then there’s Sophie Leigh, 27, a sport
print glossy brochures. Instead he simply nut and former personal trainer who became
“cold-calls” at his rivals’ listings. If they an estate agent after suffering an injury
agree to give him a chance he makes a playing American football. “I am not cut out
cinematic sales video, posts it on social for 9-5. I came to work for Tyron to make Bursteads Barn, Hertfordshire, £4 million
media and then arranges highly competitive money and have an adventure,” she says.
open-house viewings where on-the-spot I meet them at a £3 million penthouse in
deals are encouraged. Chelsea Harbour, west London, one of the
Within 18 months he claims to have company’s listings. This two-bedroom home
wrenched £300 million worth of sales from boasts 360-degree living-room views and
established players such as Knight Frank, benefits from marble floors and a spacious
Savills and Hamptons. outside deck with hot tub.
“It feels better when you take business So much for standard estate agent blather.
away from someone else. We are sharks and To get the full effect you have to watch Sophie
I don’t see anything wrong with that term. It Leigh’s social media film. As she stalks through
has bad connotations, but we are lean and we the penthouse to Kanye West’s Praise God,
keep moving. I can handle abuse. It means the property ad becomes a hip-hop video. In
we’re winning. People don’t like us, who other promo clips, Leigh dives into her clients’
gives a f***?” swimming pools or does back-flips on their
Tyron Ash and his sharks are the subject garden trampoline. “We are performers to an All his agents are gym-toned, good-looking
of a new Channel 4 series, Property Porn extent,” she says. “Younger buyers particularly and smell nice. Ash and Moisii are in Gucci
Stars. Like the Netflix hit Selling Sunset, it love seeing us pull up in a supercar, dive in the slippers, bespoke suits and, quite daring for
documents the lives and lifestyles of those pool or lie on the bed.” grimy London, white overcoats. Cable and
selling in the luxury property market. But Leigh’s American football knee injury was Leigh look as if they’re waiting to board a
while Selling Sunset follows various Playboy so bad she says she needed a “skinny BBL” superyacht. “The secretary look is not good
and Sports Illustrated models-turned-estate to cheer herself up. I thought it was a drink enough for luxury sales,” says Cable. “And
agents, people almost indistinguishable from from Starbucks. It isn’t. A BBL is a “Brazilian buyers get a bit anxious if you turn up with a
the Los Angeles A-list they serve, Ash’s UK bum lift”, a surgical procedure enhancing the carrier bag. You have to make them feel this is
agents are different. volume and projection of the buttocks. “My a world you’re comfortable in.”
His team may rock the bespoke suits, knee injury compromised my ability to shape While Ash tells me he took 30 calls from
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frocks, nails, hair and teeth of the super- my glutes. The BBL gave me confidence, TV production companies wanting to make a
wealthy but they are working class, with which you need in this business,” she says. programme about his firm, Cable handles a call
none of the entitlement of their Californian Tyron Ash agrees. “To sell a pad for a from a stressed seller. Her husband is worried
cousins. “There’s an authenticity to what million you have to look a million,” he says, about complications with “the chain”. “You have
we do,” says Ash. “For old money, we can fiddling with his tie clip. Do you have to be to be available 24 hours a day and you become
be too much. But we work with new money beautiful to sell super-prime? “Unconventional their therapist,” she says when the call ends.
– a younger generation who respect how looks can sometimes work,” he says with a “The men often get more stressed about a sale
real we are.” shrug. “As long as you can sell.” than the women, but they make her call.”
Paul Jacobs, left, who was blinded in Sangin, and boxing coach Luke Nevin at Hard Hitters, Liverpool
PORTRAITS
Jude Edginton
The award-winning war correspondent Anthony Loyd was embedded with 2 Rif les, part of the
British Army’s largest regiment, in Helmand during the bloodiest fighting. Fifty-five were killed
during the campaign. But why have so many veterans suffered since they got back?
Anthony Loyd, far left, in
Sangin in 2009 with 2 Rifles
see your children, your wife. For me, whenever
I am in a dark space, the last thing I see is
Private Young stepping in front of me, as close
as you are sitting to me now, triggering an IED
[improvised explosive device]… I just thought,
‘Oh f***, here we go,’ and it was down to me
to get a claw around what was left of his body
and find his rifle. But then I saw the second
device. And the sun is beating down, I’ve
got an earpiece in and I am covered in claret
– Young is all over me, I mean all over me –
and at that moment, unfortunately Serjeant
McAleese stepped over me and triggered the
second device. It took him. I never saw again.”
In this way Paul Jacobs, George Medal, told
me of his patrol of August 20, 2009. Blinded,
the two soldiers in front of him dead, the
T
rifleman staggered back out of the kill zone,
severe shrapnel wounds to both thighs, his
here is a kind of love that only those at war have known. groin, arm and face and eyes. His last recall
It is the kind of love that makes soldiers brave when they of vision is of horror. He was 20 years old.
I happened to be in Sangin with Rob
are together but smashes some apart when they are alone. Thomson, who was then a lieutenant colonel,
I encountered its thrall again and again as I began to journey that August day, embedded with 2 Rifles.
through the reflections of the riflemen who had fought in Jacobs was one of his soldiers.
It was an Afghan presidential election. In
Helmand: a voyage so intimate in the footsteps of a lost war the sandbagged operations room in Sangin
that, were it not for the recall of the horror, I might have been district centre, Thomson and his headquarters
staff wore body armour and helmets as
walking through the glowing embers of an impassioned affair. Taliban rocket fire and mortars detonated
about the base, while along the gun
Some said it directly. me as if in epitaph to the Afghan war. “And emplacements on the flat roof above them
“I had a love for that man,” a 2 Rifles we were friends alongside each other. You riflemen blazed away at the Taliban in the
veteran told me last November as he recalled can’t undo that.” tree line beside the Helmand River to the
recognising the body of a bomb-torn rifleman, At the beginning of this journey, speaking north. I recall the air of feverish payback as
killed in Sangin that savage summer of 2009, to veterans of the campaign after reporting on those guns ripped away and the brass bullet
by his jawline. He said it so matter-of-factly the fall of Kabul to the Taliban in August last cases jangled at the soldiers’ feet: rage and pain,
during an account of such horror that I was year, I thought I was at the start of a story pent-up frustration and vengeance ploughing
caught unawares and spun from a desert to about a scourge of suicide and post-traumatic the river reed lines with every burst of fire.
an ocean in the space of seven words. stress disorder – PTSD – among them; about A sudden chatter of radio traffic announced
In others, it fell as tears. what happens to those who served in the an IED incident. It was Jacobs’ patrol. Serjeant
“We were among friends,” remembered war in the echoes of strategic loss as Britain’s Paul McAleese and Private Johnathon Young
Major General Robert Thomson, who had attention moves elsewhere; about government were dead; Paul Jacobs seriously injured.
commanded 2 Rifles that most bloody of carelessness over veterans’ mental health; and “Beneath the lip of his helmet the colonel’s
years. “We felt we were a tight gang. We about the fightback by serving and former face had the grey luminosity and glowing eyes of
had had ten operations in ten years. We knew soldiers to look after their own within the intense grief,” I wrote of Thomson at the time.
we were going into an area that would be veterans’ community. “I’ve just lost one of my best soldiers,” he
really hard.” In some ways, suicide and trauma and said. His words, so quiet that they were nearly
His voice caught three times in grief as he veterans’ outreach were at the start of it all. a whisper, could almost have been a question.
recalled all that his battalion had endured, and Yet as I travelled through the autumn across the The same grief was still there when I saw
the emotion in what he said – “Tears will fall,” Rifles’ recruiting grounds in London, Liverpool him as a general a few weeks ago, yet pity had
he acknowledged at one point, pushing on and Mansfield, talking with veterans of the no place among the silent tramp of patrolling
regardless after I had offered to stop the tape Afghan campaign about war and death and ghosts through the ministry room.
– together with the sincerity of the way he trauma and memory, I ended up elsewhere. “We don’t want sympathy,” the general
addressed his riflemen across the passage of As much as war, the stories they told me said. “We want empathy. We want people to
years filled the austere space of the room in were about something so deeply shared amid understand what we have been through and
the Ministry of Defence where we met in the best and worst of times – I cannot think of recognise that we dug deep.”
such a way that, later, after I walked out a better word than love – that it seemed as if The six-month operational tour undertaken
of the building’s grey looming doors into some soldiers were broken not just by war, but by 2 Rifles that year, known as Herrick 10,
the autumnal bleakness of the Embankment, by its farewell. was among the bloodiest of any during the
EROS HOAGLAND
it was not until Baker Street more than two entire 20-year Afghan campaign. Their battle
miles away that I could collect myself. “It’s OK when you are sighted, because you can group suffered 111 casualties, including 24 men
“You can never undo the fact that we take your mind away from whatever is going on killed, in Sangin district over the summer
fought well together,” his words echoed with in your head: you can look at flowers, you can months in which they fought there.
boots are dead clean. I’ve got a bathroom, some tosser in a back room who has probably consciousness with the 1982 film First Blood,
a wardrobe, a TV, a bed. And I felt safe. For never seen or had any experience like that.” starring Sylvester Stallone as traumatised
the first time in a long time, I felt safe. And He turned down the appointment. Soon Vietnam veteran John Rambo, wandering
I wanted to prove myself so badly.” afterwards came word of the fall of Kabul. small-town America, unable to adjust to
“The army taught me how to love,” he “I mean, what came out of my eyes was peace and primed to clash with authority:
said on another occasion, “when I’d never like a bloody waterfall,” he told me. “I cried a state many of today’s Afghanistan veterans
had love in my life.” and I cried and cried.” would recognise.
five metres or so, while the man at the front “There was a lot of sobbing,” I was told including the deaths of friends, the way he had
sweeping the ground with the Vallon detector by Rehan Pasha, the C Company veteran, experienced moral injury in killing a possible
checked out possible IED locations; he had recalling the day. “Many of the riflemen were non-combatant, that he was diagnosed with
lost friends and witnessed the grotesque just 18, 19 years old. Beyond reminding them PTSD while in the army but then hastily
is that they don’t want to speak with an NHS a gap of between seven days and seven weeks were wounded during the tour, including
doctor,” he said. “That may not sound helpful, before they can access help from mental health two soldiers who became bilateral amputees.
but there is something around tribal language services,” Melia explained. “In that time, they Twelve years later, Lycett described to me a
that puts them at ease. As riflemen, we have a could make an attempt on their life, end up summer patrol that echoes with him still.
similar DNA because of our experiences.” sectioned, or find that things spiral totally out The patrol went out in the morning. A
Other veterans are put off seeking help by of control. The health system just isn’t quick rifleman was wounded by an IED, which
the complex signposting systems within the enough to step in and stabilise the situation permanently damaged Lycett’s hearing.
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he small rented brick bungalow Hendy-Freegard was always one step ahead, Sarah Smith, 52
where Sarah Smith lives with spending money he stole on fast cars, watches
her husband and her dog is like a and suits. But Peter Smith never gave up.
house a child might build out of Hendy-Freegard was dubbed “the puppet
Lego: two windows either side of master” in the tabloid press. He was tried in
a front door, with a low roof and 2005 after an investigation that took 18 months
a little patch of grass out front. and cost £2.5 million. He was convicted of ten
Inside, she has lined the walls counts of theft and eight counts of obtaining
of the sitting room with family money by deception, including every penny
pictures: her wedding to Miles Smith owned. But more important than this,
seven years ago; her 87-year-old father, Peter, the trial in 2005 also obtained two convictions
and late mother, Gill, holding her tightly to for kidnap by fraud, relating to the lost lives
them; her nieces and nephews, all seemingly of Sarah Smith and another victim, John
ordinary to the outside eye. But to her, each Atkinson, Smith’s student boyfriend, the first
one is a reminder of a life filled with love that person he ensnared in the bizarre web of lies
for a decade she thought was lost for good. after befriending him in a bar.
For ten years, between the ages of 24 and The basis of his deception rested on an
34, Smith, now 52, was coercively controlled IRA gunrunner having been already exposed
by a con artist who took from her everything in the college. The IRA were around them,
she had. She was one of multiple women Hendy-Freegard told the unsuspecting
defrauded of money by Robert Hendy- students. Atkinson, whose family also handed
Freegard. In Smith’s case, it was her entire over hundreds of thousands of pounds,
£180,000 inheritance, which Hendy-Freegard allowed Hendy-Freegard to throw darts at his
(at the beginning he was just Freegard) knees and beat him up in order to toughen
obtained over time by convincing her that him up before their “mission”. Sarah Smith
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he was an undercover MI5 agent and that was made to wear a bucket on her head when
their friendship put her family’s safety at she was moved to a “safe house”.
grave risk from the IRA. Hendy-Freegard was given two life
She dropped out of her degree course, a sentences to run concurrently on top of the
bachelor of science in agriculture at Harper nine years for fraud. Justice appeared to have
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Adams College in Newport, Shropshire, to been done. It was, however, temporary. Two
go on bizarre missions with him. Slowly years later, his life sentences for kidnap were
her questions – why can’t I go home? Why quashed by the Court of Appeal, which ruled
can’t I finish my degree? – ebbed away as he that neither of the victims had been physically
isolated her, telling her constantly that her
family were targets and her questions were
detained. This ruling sent a clear message:
coercive control, in the eyes of the law, counted
She had to work in a
causing trouble for him with his “superiors”.
She gradually lost contact with everybody
for nothing in 2007. By 2009, after finishing his
sentences for fraud, Hendy-Freegard was a
chip shop, all earnings
she loved. When she was allowed to speak free man. handed to Freegard
to her parents in public telephone boxes, her “A damaged soul, yes,” Sarah Smith says
mother would sob and so would Smith until of herself today. It took her years to recover – hunger forced her
Hendy-Freegard snatched away the phone. and learn to trust, helped by the kindness of
Red phone boxes – along with the Duran her younger brother with whom she lived in to eat raw batter
Duran music he played on a loop in the car Wimbledon once she found freedom again.
– are her remaining trauma triggers. She met her husband on the internet in 2008
By the end, ten years on, she was sleeping and blurted out her story on the first date. It home. But not everybody can be that lucky.
on floors and working menial jobs under was a good sign. He was not deterred. Unfortunately, my money got squandered by
aliases, with all her money going into an “You find a way of coping with it. The Robert Freegard, so that’s the way it goes.”
account controlled by him. He was living a damage is definitely there, but why let that Sarah Smith is an extraordinary example
fantasy life, James Bond-style. Though Hendy- define you? Then he really wins.” of the resilience of the human spirit. On
Freegard was not and had never had been her She looks around the bungalow as she the kitchen windowsill facing out onto the
boyfriend, by the end she did have sex with sits in a chair, relaxed in stockinged feet. “It winding street of the housing estate, there are
him in the hope of improving her fate. grates,” she says of the fact that 30 years on at least ten different species of orchid bearing
When the police finally found her, in 2003, she cannot afford to buy a home. varieties of white, purple and pink flowers.
part of a much bigger operation involving She grew up in a large house on a family Orchids are notoriously tricky to grow, but
the FBI and other female victims including a farm, rode horses and went to boarding these have strong stems and blooms that seem
businesswoman and a psychologist, she barely school. She is neither spoilt nor bitter, but had perfect, each one reaching up to the ceiling,
recognised the name “Sarah Smith”. Her father she not been Hendy-Freegard’s victim, there is thriving on the light and care. It is the same
had spent years looking for his daughter, no question her life would have been different. with the containers in her back garden. There
taking on the role of private detective when At the very least she would have finished are cookbooks everywhere. She loves to cook
the police seemed at a loss. A map tracking her degree at Harper Adams College, quite – and to eat, she says, smiling and looking at
her movements was erected at the family possibly successfully pursued her ambition her stomach. In the old days, when she had
farm. Once he broke into a so-called of becoming a farm manager, and bought to go by the name of Betty and work in a fish
“safe house” where she was being kept. a home. “People aspire to owning their own and chip shop, all earnings handed over to
“The Lies and Slander of Mr Mark Clifton” coercion, clearly [he] presents a significant risk. “We are better than this situation,” says
pinned on her bedroom noticeboard for all her “What we don’t have [as a society] is a Sophie Clifton. “We are going to fight for
father’s letters telling her he loved her. It took coercive and controlling register. There is no our mum.” n
a friend, and her leaving the family home, to evidence that this particular individual has
reunite Sophie with both Jake and her father. reformed. He might argue differently. You The Puppet Master: Hunting the Ultimate
“I’d been totally brainwashed. Every day, would think he would come forward and make Conman launches on Netflix on January 18
man’s knee at a strip club; and rugby-tackling doing,” he says. “I’ve also found that if you old enough to have a crush on a lady in the
a 9ft Christmas tree to the ground at the stick around and don’t give up, you will find play. It ticked a lot of boxes for me. I can’t
Strand Palace Hotel in London. the people who are enjoying that music.” underestimate the value of someone telling
It is hard to believe the Sutherland I am you you’re good at something. And so
talking to today via Zoom – dressed in a sober Kiefer Sutherland was born in 1966 at St I naturally gravitated towards that.”
black turtleneck sweater and horn-rimmed Mary’s Hospital in Paddington in London, Sutherland dropped out of school at 15 and
spectacles – is the same man who once where his father was working on the TV series his father managed to get him a small part in
launched himself fully clothed into a pool A Farewell to Arms, but the young family, Max Dugan Returns, a film in which he was
at the Beverly Hills Hotel. which included Kiefer’s twin sister, Rachel, starring. Did the young man think being
Did you really have 140 stitches in your moved to Los Angeles the following year Donald Sutherland’s son had helped his career?
head, I ask. “Oh, at least,” he says. “Different as Donald’s career flourished. His parents “I’ve certainly seen moments where it has
injuries, but yes.” divorced when Kiefer was three – work helped me and I’ve seen moments where it
When I ask him to reflect on his youthful commitments that took his father away from really has not,” he says. “My father is not a
misadventures he makes no attempt to deny home was one factor, a three-year affair with wallflower. He’s had a colourful life and there
or underplay them. “I had a great time,” he Jane Fonda another – and he moved with are a few people he might have rubbed the
says. “I’ll make no bones about it. There are his mother to the Toronto neighbourhood wrong way down the road. I certainly know
moments where I embarrassed myself and did of Bloor Street. one director – I sat in his waiting room for
some things I really regret and I wish I hadn’t “I had my first kiss on Bloor Street and six hours and that director would not see me
put myself in those positions. But the great had my first fight on Bloor Street,” he recalls. because he’d had a falling-out with my father.”
stories I have in my life and great times with “I got beat up for the first time in my life After landing his first leading role in a
my friends were certainly centred around a on Bloor Street.” Canadian drama, The Bay Boy, Sutherland
He found other things: he started dating embarking on his music career. “I was really
actress and model Cindy Vela, to whom he wrong,” he admits. “I remember the very first Kiefer Sutherland’s latest album, Bloor Street,
dedicates a song on the new record. He also show – my right hand was shaking so badly. is released on January 21
suddenly cascading towards them. he would later learn were caused by the to rush to judgment, their own families and
“We looked up and we saw that an psychological phenomenon of survivor’s guilt. the mountaineering community in general
avalanche had triggered,” remembers Anker. “Like it should have been me instead of Alex,” were entirely supportive.
It bore down on the exposed men at hideous he says. “Because he had a young family. “People have their views one way or
speed. For Anker, it seemed oblivion was the Because his life was worth more than mine.” another,” he says slowly. “But our love was
only possible outcome. “I thought, ‘I’m going This, combined with the PTSD he suffered forged under duress and loss, and we were
to die today. Death is happening.’ ” following the avalanche, left him feeling both in the grieving process.” It was a love,
Instead, a shock wave preceding the suicidal. The only thing that gave him he continues, “that just happened”.
avalanche hurled Anker 30m through the air. any sense of purpose was a promise he had Anker raised Lowe’s sons as though they
And though he was left buried under snow made to Jenni that he would do whatever were his own. He was a hands-on and loving
and ice and had suffered head wounds, broken he could to support her and her boys. And figure, adventurous but dependable. Yet he was
ribs and a dislocated shoulder, he managed to so in December 1999, he drove from his home surrounded by constant reminders of the man
dig himself free. in California to Montana to spend Christmas he replaced. Lowe’s climbing gear was still in
But when he resurfaced, he was alone with the Lowes. He accompanied them on the house. His car was still in the driveway.
on a silent mountainside. Lowe and Bridges? a trip to Disneyland. He became a regular Anker was living, more than ever, in his best
They were gone. Not a trace of either man presence, a steady, phlegmatic figure for a friend’s shadow. “There was always that feeling
remained. Anker would lead a desperate family who were grieving and disorientated. of being an imposter,” he says. Both he and
search for them, but they couldn’t be found. And then one day, Max walked into a room Jenni would wake from vivid dreams in
It was as though they had been erased by the to find his mother and Anker were kissing. which Lowe had returned to his home, angrily
sheer physics of what had happened. Within three months of the avalanche, the demanding to know what was going on.
It was Anker who telephoned Lowe’s wife, two of them had begun to fall in love. Within Over the next 15 years, the three boys grew
Jenni, to break the news. She in turn did her a year, Anker had moved into the Lowe into young men and their memories of their
best to explain to her three young sons – Max, family home. Within two years, they were biological father grew ever more hazy and
Samuel and Isaac – that their father was gone. married. While Anker admits that the dreamlike. To Max, the eldest, he was like an
In the weeks that followed, Anker was haunted “optics” of their relationship and the speed “astronaut lost in space”, but to Samuel and
by feelings of shame and worthlessness, feelings at which it unfolded caused some people Isaac, Anker was “Dad” while Lowe was this
suicidal. And I was like, ‘I have to care lent to his friend. It was an inconsequential His mother nods. “Love is really the biggest
for this man.’ So we were drawn together.” thing really, but reliving the memories caused risk we take in life,” she says. “It’s bigger than
As their mutual need deepened into mutual “a flood of emotion to come back”. climbing mountains.” n
love, “we were criticised instantly” in some Kneeling beside Lowe’s body on the glacier,
parts of the media. They had surely been Jenni removed his wedding ring before taking Torn is released on January 21
THONGS
C A N O N LY
GET B ET T E R !
We thought we’d seen
the backside of them,
but thongs are enjoying
a resurgence, with Gen Z
poster girls such as Hailey
Bieber, Dua Lipa and,
inevitably, the Kardashians
driving up sales. Fashion
editor Harriet Walker,
no stranger to a whale tail,
investigates what’s, um,
behind the revival
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n summer 2016, Vogue described the
stringy style of underwear known as
a thong as “pre-crash, pre-smartphone
and pre-Hillary for president”. It had,
the magazine said, been consigned to
sartorial history: never again would
women suffer its cheese-wire embrace
in the pursuit of a VPL-free silhouette.
In light of what happened to Hillary
Clinton’s presidential bid later that year,
it seems apt to point out that progress is never
nailed on – and it looks, in 2022, very much as
if thongs are back.
Yes, after almost a decade’s grace in which
high-waisted big knickers were so cool they
were meant to be seen through your dress,
pants are inching back towards the itsy-bitsy-
teeny-weeny end of the spectrum instead.
This despite the underwear market undergoing
a woke revolution in recent years that saw
the size zero/32DD Victoria’s Secret Angels
knocked off their pedestals and replaced
not just with more realistic-looking models,
but also more comfortable styles. Thongs,
Wonderbras and underwires generally: all
were tossed onto the bonfire of the vanities
ignited by Millennial Savonarolas who saw
their smalls as part of a much bigger picture.
Thongs are a Gen Z thing. This cohort’s
interest in what now counts as vintage
clothing has seen influencers and brands
hail the return of “Y2K fashion”. Those who
remember it from first time around might
prefer to think of it as the Millennium Bug:
stretchy bootcut trousers, baguette bags,
slicked hair with giant hoop earrings and, of
course, thongs. Dua Lipa, 26, has been spotted
in one; likewise Bella Hadid, 25. In 2019,
Hailey Bieber (then 23 and still a Baldwin)
showed up to the prestigious Met Gala with
a baby pink diamanté thong matched to her
scoop-back Alexander Wang column dress.
Bieber’s look recalled Gillian Anderson’s
2001 Oscars dress – worn with a mesh
thong visible at the back (and with the care
instructions label visible thereupon) because,
when the actress tried on the gown at the
last minute, her pubic hair showed through
the front.
Thongs are also yet another Kardashian
thing. Having popularised a style of shapewear
known as the “butt-lifter” – think cycling
shorts with the cheeks cut out – they have
now thrown their weight behind (or their
behinds behind) a full blown G-string revival.
Kylie Jenner wears them on Instagram, where
she has 298 million followers. Kim, Kourtney
and Kendall have all been papped in thong
bikinis – a style very much suited to the klan’s
most famous assets – in the past few months.
Not only that, thongs seem to suit the
moment as envisioned by some of Paris’s
Ditch
£150 and comes with a rainbow Gay Pride sweets. There were frilly ones and slogan ones,
waistband. In October 2020, Kim Kardashian bejewelled versions and seamless varieties.
posed on Instagram in a low-cut open-back There were high-waisted “support thongs”
dress from 36-year-old Matthew M Williams’ that offered to flatten your stomach while
or keep?
first collection for Givenchy – the house that letting everything else hang out at the back,
gave the world Audrey Hepburn’s classic LBD and minuscule T-strings that amounted to
in Breakfast at Tiffany’s now adorns them with little more than a mesh triangle on a Möbius
the visible scarlet “T” of a thong. Fifteen years strip – perfect for the pink and glittery slit-to-
ago, this common enough sighting – and even the-waist Julien Macdonald gown that Kelly
then, common was the operative word – was Brook wore in 2000 to the premiere of
known as a “whale tail”. These days, it is (checks notes) Snatch.
something close to couture. Because it felt innately frilly and funny,
Emma Ilori, head of womenswear elevation the G-string’s role in the hyper-sexualisation Dysfunctional wardrobe
at the designer boutique Flannels, says sales of the young women who came of age and
of thongs are up 40 per cent on the year. wore them to school during the era (hi!) went driving you to despair? Time
“It’s clear that daring lingerie and risqué, unnoticed. Ditto its mainstreaming of what for an audit – Harriet Walker
exposed thongs are back,” she says. “So we’ve we now understand to be porn culture: after
bought heavily into Agent Provocateur this all, the fully bare Hollywood bikini wax is on the pieces that deserve
season to meet the demand for thongs.”
The high street is following suit. M&S
the ebony to the thong’s ivory. Pole dancing
for fitness, skimpy clothing as a sign of self-
their place and those that
reports that sales of thongs have been rising assertion – these were tenets of what was, can safely be packed away
H
consistently since 2019 – they now account for at the time, dubbed “thong feminism”.
14 per cent of pants sales, as opposed to fewer In 2002, Argos was selling thongs for ow do you feel when you open your
than one in every ten pairs five years ago. girls aged 9 to 16. By the time Britney’s wardrobe? Invigorated? Organised?
The store has around a third more on sale was captured in an upskirt shot during her Unlikely. If yours, like mine, is a
this year than last, in line with the trend for turbulent 2007 phase, tastes had moved on haphazard and stress-inducing cram
tighter, more revealing clothes as the glamour- to the French knickers, boy shorts and high- of things you used to like and now
sapping pandemic draws to a close. waisted Fifties pin-up pants of Dita von Teese don’t – or worse, don’t like but tend
The thong’s original raison d’être was to and Katy Perry. When the crash came a to use – January is the perfect time
banish the visible lines of underwear through year later, it was assumed that only strippers for an audit. Or, as fashion types like
clothing by eliminating the parts of pants – whose business boomed during the Great to call it, an edit.
that dug into the softer skin of the buttocks. Recession – were still wearing them. When No need to go mad in a fit of new year self-
(In fact, it was created in the Seventies by they featured in Vogue in 2016 it was as an improvement pique, and a cull doesn’t have to
the swimwear designer Rudi Gernreich in out-of-step museum piece, a scold’s bridle mean a replacement spree. Trends roll around
response to the city of Los Angeles banning for the nethers. so slowly these days that most of what you
nude bathing.) However, like so many lifestyle It stands to reason, then, that neither have will soldier on indefinitely. Yet now is
signifiers, thongs became less about function I nor any of my contemporaries want to the time to review what’s in there – freeing up
than fashion the more women bought into wear thongs again. So why are those whose space on your rails is almost as good for you
them. By the Noughties, they were designed crevices have not yet endured them chafing as going to the gym. Almost. Here’s what to
not to be invisibly smooth but to be seen, at the opportunity? keep and what to ditch (ie pack away) now.
stringy straps peeping over the low-rise jeans “Retro fashion centres on a new generation
of the millennium. The supercool New York discovering a look,” says Susanna Cordner, Ditch Parkas Keep Padded puffer jackets
designer Heron Preston revived exactly this archives manager at the London College There was a time when a furry hood was the
look on the catwalk in 2019, mimicking Tom of Fashion and curator of the V&A’s 2016 signifier of urban elegance, but times move
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Ford’s Gucci and Jean Paul Gaultier’s shows Undressed exhibition. “They pick and choose on and the coolest outerwear is now more
in the late Nineties. their references and perhaps ignore the Michelin Man than Madchester. If you love
Back then, every independent young problematic connotations. I don’t think it’s your parka to bits, as I do, then this advice will
woman was in a thong whether her outfit coincidence but it could be unconscious.” be hard to hear, but it’s worth taking on board:
required it or not. Paris Hilton wore them, Somebody pass these young women the removing the fur trim will extend its lifespan.
but so did Monica Lewinsky. Bridget Jones’s Canesten. Is there – and I’m asking for a
was an important plot point, with its pulling friend worried her knicker drawer is stuck Keep Fake fur
potential evaluated in stark contrast to what in a fuddy-duddy rut – such a thing as a Despite what I just said, the BFJ (big furry
she, in the 2001 film, called “scary stomach- thong for grown-ups? jacket) is alive and well – alive not being the
holding-in pants very popular with grannies”. “Our customers find ours supercomfy and operative word, given these teddy bear-ish
In the video for I’m a Slave 4 U the same year, they like the seamless sides,” says Jo Rossell, numbers are fake. Any other type of fur is
Britney Spears wore a pink leather thong on owner of lingerie brand Rossell England. Her very definitely a no-no.
top of her jeans like some madly sexed-up thongs – organic jersey in shades of bordeaux,
comic-book superhero. blush and apricot – are chic and minimal. Keep Kitten heels and clogs
In their early Noughties heyday, G-strings “Thongs never went away for us,” she says. It might seem as though these are two of the
accounted for more than a third of knicker “It’s about personal preference.” silliest styles of shoe known to man, but please
sales at Debenhams. Topshop and H&M used Different strokes for different folks, as keep the faith. I bought a pair of Birkenstock
to sell three for a tenner, offering them up they say. Or in this case, different ruts for clogs during the first lockdown and now
on racks by the colourful multitude, decked different butts. n I intend to be buried in them.
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like Wendy’s, with its square hamburgers and
hey’re coming: the giant, always position in the American market second only
hungry fast-food corporations, red in to McDonald’s, which has seen the carnage
tooth and maw, slack-jowled, heavy here and promised a 400-outlet invasion of its
with drool, seeking out new lands own, or Popeyes, the “Louisiana fried chicken”
to conquer, pockets to plunder, new chain that is aiming for 350 in double-quick
year’s resolutions to sunder, irresolute time, in this relatively small country, which
guts to fill, waistlines to bloat… And towards the end of the past decade was
they are beside themselves with – laughably now – beginning to think of itself
baser appetite and more rank cupidity than as one of the restaurant capitals of the world.
ever, this January, as post-Covid Britain lies These last two, Wendy’s and Popeyes,
broken and defenceless before their advance. launched their respective putsches in
Decimated during the pandemic by two Stratford, east London, at the end of 2021,
years of ineffective and mistimed government and so, on the last day of the school holidays,
responses, hysterical lockdowns, mysterious with two young children to entertain, I hauled
U-turns, laughable curfews, arbitrary them down there for a crack at two cuisines
drinking bans, unfathomable social distancing that they enjoy a lot more than I do.
regulations, cynical landlords, baffling I thought we’d try Popeyes first, as fried
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Admit it, you love it barely bothering to get light at all, but at
least there’s a new series of Death in Paradise
under way. With Death in Paradise, the very
offensive homophobic disparagement in the
guise of light entertainment.
Back in the more enlightened 2020s,
too. It’s the one definition of so bad it’s good, back on our
screens for January and February, life
we snuggle down for a serious Emily in
Paris season two binge. There’s been some
thing that gets me won’t be all bad. It’s a bit like the Six Nations,
only a month earlier: DinP, as we call it
competition in the office over who can log
the greediest EinP session. All ten episodes
through the dark in my house, starts in midwinter, but by the
time it’s over, spring is around the corner.
were released just before Christmas. We
inhaled them in three nights: a batch of
nights of January And in the intervening weeks, you’ve been
royally entertained.
four, then a five, then, fighting to stay awake,
showing a modicum of self-discipline, we saved
I don’t mind admitting I fancy Catherine the season finale for the next evening. That
Bourdey, the restaurant owner and mayoress. meant ditching Sam, who was out.
And Detective Sergeant Florence Cassell. And “You’ve snaked me on Emily in Paris!”
now this new sergeant, Naomi Thomas. I don’t he stormed when he came in from the
fancy the commissioner, played by the great cinema and learnt the extent of his loved
Don Warrington of Rising Damp fame, but I do ones’ treachery.
love him all the same. When we play “Which That’s the trouble watching series with
character are you in DinP?”, my wife and kids my Sam and Rachel: they have an annoying
agree I’m the commissioner. He’s a fat, lazy, tendency to not be in the house quite
pompous snob, but hey, they mean it nicely. frequently. Sometimes (Ozark, Fauda, The
It’s not pervy to fancy Catherine, by the Bureau, Succession) we have to be ruthless
way: she’s 65, 7 years my senior. Florence and bin them. It helps that they have higher
is 36, so she’s just about acceptable too. standards than we do: we watched five
Naomi is 28, so yeah, fair enough, that’s less episodes of The Tourist, which started
than half my age. That’s getting creepy. My bad. promisingly and got worse, together. The
They’re kept busy in the Saint Marie force. children didn’t bother watching the sixth
The homicide rate is shocking, worse than and final part. No stamina.
Medellín at the height of the cartel wars. If you The other problem with all four of us
live on or visit Saint Marie, you’ve got a one in in front of the telly is the multiplication
five chance of getting topped and a one in five of bickering. Luckily, the seating/sprawling
chance of being put away for murder. Forty per positions never vary: my wife in the best
cent of the island’s population is either getting position on the left of the sofa; me in the
murdered or doing the murdering. It’s carnage. third best at the other end; daughter Rachel
Talking of Rising Damp, I’ve been watching in the second best in the middle; son Sam
some shows from the golden age of British on a beanbag on the floor. He’s banned from
sitcoms on iPlayer and YouTube. Porridge the sofa because he jiggles. Even Tiger the cat
stands the test of time, thanks to the genius has a better view of the telly than Sam.
of Ronnie Barker, whom Laurence Olivier The arguments arise over cats in or cats
once said was the best actor in Britain. Fawlty out, lights on or off, cushions, footstools, which
Towers, I found to my surprise, has dated remote control to use to find which show
terribly, or maybe I’m biased because John on which service, volume control (Sam went
Cleese turned out to be such an arse. Yes, through an OCD phase of it having to be
Minister is perfection. Mind Your Language on an even number; Rachel naturally always
is astonishingly racist, with not one but two made sure it wasn’t), subtitles, snacks, drinks,
subcontinental characters (a Muslim and a smart-alec plot predictions, footnotes on
Sikh) who both waggle their heads, clasp their what other shows an actor has been in, etc.
hands together and offer ingratiating smiles and I’d say on an average TV night the ratio of
“a thousand apologies, my goodness me, yes”. minutes viewing to minutes on pause while
References to “poofs” and “fairies” are squabbles break out is about one to one.
rampant. When people moan now about Still, these long dark winter nights, you’ve
TOM JACKSON
wokery and political correctness, they got to pass the time somehow. n
should imagine what it must have been
like as a kid growing up in the Seventies, robert.crampton@thetimes.co.uk
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