
I recently went to a beautifully organised funeral of an elderly acquaintance and it got me ruminating about my own writes Julia Stephenson
I’d like it to be natural affair, which is why I shall follow the example of popular actress, Wendy Richard, who was recently buried in a simple bamboo coffin.
Demand for natural funerals is rocketing, but permission to set up green burial grounds can be tricky. Rosie Inman-Cook from the Natural Death Centre explains that`neighbours can oppose such a move by insisting they don’t want a load of dead people in a field next to them. Of course, the advantage is they are very quiet neighbours’.
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I usually buy olive oil from Greece or Italy but recently was intrigued when olive oil from Palestine appeared in my local deli, writes Julia Stephenson.
And it was delicious. But while I loved the taste I soon moved it to the back of my cupboard as using it carried depressing connotations of conflict and war, which is often all we hear of from that beautiful but beleaguered part of the world.
But I was wrong to do that. Buying produce from Palestinian farmers gives them income and hope. Local farmer Taysir Sadia Yaseen explains: 'It makes us happy to know British consumers are appreciating our oil.
'It allows us to present an alternative picture to the propaganda that portrays us as fanatics or hopeless victims who must rely on aid. It shows that we are a peaceful, productive people.'
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Crystal Renn, American plus-size model, happily makes a great living as a size 14. But only after travelling the well-trodden path of self-starvation and eating disorders rampant within the profession.
As so many young Western women aspire to this rarified existence of so-called glamour, fame and fortune, Renn's memoir is timely. Her short but intense journey — she is only 23 — and ultimate rejection of the standard model body, will open many a young eye to the realities of this hard-bitten and deceptively misogynous industry.