Tuesday 3 June 2014

Death Aid : Profile of a Psychopath







Psychopathy Checklist-Revised: Factors, Facets, and Items

Facet 1: Interpersonal

Glibness/superficial charm
Grandiose sense of self-worth
Pathological lying
Cunning/manipulative

Facet 2: Affective

Lack of remorse or guilt
Emotionally shallow
Callous/lack of empathy
Failure to accept responsibility for own actions

Facet 3: Lifestyle

Need for stimulation/proneness to boredom
Parasitic lifestyle
Lack of realistic, long-term goals
Impulsivity
Irresponsibility

Facet 4: Antisocial

Poor behavioral controls
Early behavioral problems
Juvenile delinquency
Revocation of conditional release
Criminal versatility

Other Items: 

Many short-term marital relationships
Promiscuous sexual behavior

Miss Yates's close friend Belinda Brewin, who visited her on the evening before her death, told the court: "She was slightly staggering, her eyelids were drooping, she was slightly incoherent. I could tell that she had been taking drugs.

"I said, 'What the hell are you doing this for after all this time?' She hadn't taken drugs, illegal drugs, for nearly two years. She said it was the pressure of being back in London."

After bathing Miss Yates because she had been sick, Mrs Brewin left the star in a "quite coherent" state. Unknown to Mrs Brewin, Charlotte Korshak, a former heroin addict, was upstairs throughout the visit and was the last person to see Miss Yates.

Miss Korshak, 21, told police that Miss Yates had taken heroin, cocaine, ecstasy and acid "from time to time".

But she said she did not see Miss Yates take any drugs on September 16 and when asked by the coroner if she had supplied Miss Yates with illegal drugs replied: "Absolutely not." She told the court she left her friend "fine, in a really good mood, happy".

Miss Yates's body was found by her longstanding friend Josephine Fairley Sams, who visited the house after trying to call her repeatedly. She was let in by Tiger Lily. "I rushed upstairs to tell Paula to wake up and took one look at her and knew she was dead," she told the court.

"She was naked, half-out of the bed. I touched her and she was very cold."

http://spikethenews.blogspot.co.uk/2014/05/q-who-killed-paula-yates-charlotte.html




Who Killed Michael Hutchence...? from Spike EP on Vimeo.

"Police won't confirm the cause of death - but they've taken a leather belt into possession for scientific examination."








INQUEST INTO THE DEATH OF MICHAEL KELLAND HUTCHENCE

I have received a completed police brief into the death of Michael Kelland Hutchence on 22nd November, 1997, at Ritz Carlton Hotel, Double Bay. I am satisfied that the cause of death was "hanging". I am also satisfied that there was no other person involved in causing the death.

The question of whether the death was a suicide or not has to be considered. The deceased was found at 11.50am naked behind the door to his room. He had apparently hanged himself with his own belt and the buckle broke away and his body was found kneeling on the floor and facing the door.

It has been suggested that the death resulted from an act of auto eroticism. However, there is no forensic or other evidence to substantiate this suggestion. I therefore, discount that manner of death.

With regard to the question of suicide I have to be satisfied on a strong balance of probabilities before I am able to come to such a conclusion. There is a presumption against suicide. Having considered the extensive brief I am satisfied that the standard required to conclude that this death was a suicide has been reached for the following reasons:

Ms Paula Yates provided a statement. She provided background to the custody dispute between her and Sir Robert Geldof. She stated that she rang the deceased at some time prior to 5.38am on the 22nd November and he told her he was going to beg Geldof to let the children come out to Australia. She had told the deceased that the custody matter had not been finalised and was adjourned until the 17th December and she would not be bringing the children out. Ms Yates stated that the deceased sounded "desperate" during the conversation.

Sir Robert Geldof received two telephone calls from the deceased, the first at about 6.30pm London time on (the) evening of 21st November. It was of a short duration and Geldof asked the deceased to call back. The second call was received by Geldof about 5.30am on 22nd November, Sydney time. This call was of some length. Geldof refers to the deceased's demeanour as being "hectoring and abusive and threatening" in nature. He refers to the deceased as "begging" to allow him to let the children come to Australia. He did not sound depressed during the conversation. A friend of both Geldof and Paula Yates, Ms Belinda Brewin, confirms the substance of the conversation between the two. A statement obtained from a Gail Coward, the occupant of the room directly next to the deceased's room, alludes to her hearing a loud male voice and expletives emitting from the deceased's room about 5am that morning. I am satisfied that she was hearing the telephone conversation between the deceased and Geldof.

An analysis report of the deceased's blood indicates the presence of alcohol, cocaine, Prozac and other prescription drugs. On consideration of the entirety of the evidence gathered I am satisfied that the deceased was in a severe depressed state on the morning of the 22nd November, 1997, due to a number of factors, including the relationship with Paula Yates and the pressure of the on-going dispute with Sir Robert Geldof, combined with the effects of the substances that he had ingested at that time. As indicated I am satisfied that the deceased intended and did take his own life.

I am also satisfied that this death is one in which nothing will be gained by holding a formal Inquest.

The identity of the deceased, the date and place of death and the manner and cause of death are clearly set out and the time and expense of holding an Inquest is not warranted and therefore such will be dispensed with. May I offer to the family of Michael Hutchence my sincere condolences on their sad loss.

INQUEST DISPENSED WITH.

(D.W. HAND)
NSW STATE CORONER
Glebe. 6th February, 1998



The detectives have told of finding evidence of a man hell-bent on self-destruction, his fingers dark with nicotine stains and an old cigarette burn so deep that it exposed the bone.

'The cigarette went right through his fingers and it was sort of infected,' Mr Gerondis told Sydney's Sunday Telegraph.

The two police offiers told the paper that there were signs of a desperate attempt to score drugs. 

[Or signs of a struggle..?] 

And when that failed, the singer had rifled through the same rubbish bin - where the lyrics of his final song were found - in a search for any last dregs of cocaine. 

[That's totally illogical - He was rich and in his home city, with $AUS 30,000,000 in the bank; he didn't need to rifle through the trash to look for cocaine]

'He was trying to get some cocaine but he did not get it so he was going through the remnants of the bin,' Mr Gerondis told the paper.

The police officers found the bath filled with water, [Whitney Houston] leading them to believe that he had been preparing to have a bath - before he went ahead and hanged himself with a belt.

[And have a wank - with a broken right hand..?]




The following is from Mail Online, http://www.dailymail.co.uk.

Hunting through bins for dregs of cocaine and cigarette burns down to the bone: Michael Hutchence detectives reveal desperate, destructive final hours before rock star hanged himself

Inspectors describe state of singer's room at harbourside Ritz-Carlton hotel
Was 'hell-bent on self-destruction' with cigarette burn deep to the bone
Had recently faced custody battle over daughter with Paula Yates, Tiger Lily

By Richard Shears

PUBLISHED: 03:51 EST, 16 February 2014 | UPDATED: 06:14 EST, 16 February 2014

The final drug and alcohol-fuelled hours of rock star Michael Hutchence, found hanged in his Sydney hotel room 16 years ago, were revealed today by the two detectives who led the investigation into his shock death.

Before he hanged himself with a belt attached to the door of his luxury hotel room on November 22, 1997, Hutchence - the father of Paula Yates' child - penned his final lyrics, it has been revealed.

Former detective inspectors Mark Smith and Michael Gerondis have told for the first time the scene inside the singer's room at the harbourside Ritz-Carlton hotel, where Princess Diana once stayed, which showed his depressed state of mind.

The detectives have told of finding evidence of a man hell-bent on self-destruction, his fingers dark with nicotine stains and an old cigarette burn so deep that it exposed the bone.

'The cigarette went right through his fingers and it was sort of infected,' Mr Gerondis told Sydney's Sunday Telegraph.

Coroner Derrick Hand found later that Hutchence had committed suicide in a depressed state of mind while affected by drugs, a mind that was affected by a battle over custody of Miss Yates' children which was being opposed by her former husband, singer Bob Geldolf.

The custody battle meant that Hutchence's own daughter with Yates, 16-month-old Tiger Lily, could not come to Australia from London to visit him for the upcoming 1997 Christmas.

The two police offiers told the paper that there were signs of a desperate attempt to score drugs. And when that failed, the singer had rifled through the same rubbish bin - where the lyrics of his final song were found - in a search for any last dregs of cocaine.

'He was trying to get some cocaine but he did not get it so he was going through the remnants of the bin,' Mr Gerondis told the paper.

The police officers found the bath filled with water, leading them to believe that he had been preparing to have a bath - before he went ahead and hanged himself with a belt.

It was at 11.50am the next morning that a maid who tried to enter the room found the singer's body.

'The maid could not get in because he was behind the door and as she pushed the door the belt snapped and he fell down. Poor maid,' said Mr Gerondis.

Miss Yates never accepted the coroner's verdict that Hutchence had committed suicide, insisting that he had died accidentally in an auto-erotic personal sex game.

Such was her determination to make her point about the sex game to police that when she rushed to Australia and met the detectives in a posh Double Bay restaurant, near the hotel, she shouted at them while giving graphic details of the sex games she and Hutchence played with each other.

'He would strangle me during sex' she told the detectives.

'She was shouting at us, everyone was listening in, and I thought "How embarrassing is this?",' Mr Gerondis told the newspaper.

His colleague, former inspector Smith, said nothing would convince Miss Yates that he had taken his own life.

'She was just adamant that she wanted her child growing up believing that it was an accidental death by auto-eroticism, instead of the fact that he killed himself because he wanted to see his child.'

The two police officers said the were convinced that it was a fight with Geldolf on the phone after actress Kym Wilson and her boyfriend Andrew Rayment had left Hutchence's room, that had resulted in him plunging into depression.

Mr Gerondis said that the argument with Geldolf and the involvement of drugs meant that nothing was working for him that night. He rang his agent and said: 'I've had enough.'

Miss Yates, he said, went 'berserk' on her arrival in Sydney following the death, drinking a bottle of vodka at a luxury harbourside apartment block she had checked into.

'It was a circus getting her in and out,' said Mr Gerondis. 'We could not talk to her for a while because she was so upset.

'We took her out to the airport when she left and she left the child in the VIP lounge - I had to carry her out to the plane.'

The singer's family began pressuring police to hand over his personal items that had been collected from the hotel room, including the partially-written song.

But all those items went to the executor of Hutchence's will, Hong Kong accountant Colin Diamond and it is unknown what happened to the song.

Huthence's family, including his late mother Patricia Glassop and his father, Kel - divorced from the singer's mother - received no money from his estate.

In an exclusive interview with the Mail in the months before her death, Mrs Glassop said in her Gold Coast apartment - where her son's gold records were on display - that she would continue grieving for him until she passed away.

'I received nothing from Michael. It was all grabbed by others. It was a disgrace, the whole thing, a total disgrace,' she said.

The singer's death was not the end of a tragic saga. In 2000 Miss yates died of a heroin overdose in London, leaving Bob Geldolf custody of Tiger Lily.

'Bob Geldolf fought hard to prevent me seeing Tiger Lily,' said Mrs Glassop. 'She came out for a visit and it was the most wonderful of moments, but he didn't want her to stay long with me.

'He didn't like Michael and so he put up all the barriers to prevent me, Michael's mother, getting any pleasure out of a visit from my granddaughter,' she told the Mail.

'I will probably never see her again.

She was right. She died in September, 2010 at the age of 84.



Never Tear Us Apart: Remembering Michael Hutchence

opposingviews.com

OKLAHOMA CITY – As we remember November 22, 1963 as the day of President John F. Kennedy’s assassination and the day a part of America died, on this same day 16 years ago – November 22, 1997 – INXS lead singer Michael Hutchence also died in the Sydney Ritz-Carlton hotel in his hometown of Sydney, Australia.

Hutchence’s death was ruled a suicide, except that the 37-year-old had so much to live for. He was getting along great with his family and preparing for a 20th anniversary tour with INXS. Even Quentin Tarantino was looking to include Hutchence in a film. He was wanting to return to Sydney to live and just be in London and Los Angeles to record with INXS.

And yet when a maid went to clean Hutchence’s room on November 22nd, she found the room in disarray and a belt looped around his neck. He had died of asphyxiation.

In his excellent book, The Covert War Against Rock, writer Alex Constantine notes that at the time, Rolling Stone music critic David Fricke mentioned that Hutchence’s body “bore the marks of a severe beating,” noting a broken hand, split lip and lacerations on his body.

Constantine mocks the New South Wales authorities in their report that “no evidence” of foul play could be found.  They did not bother to note the “protruding contradictions,” including how did Hutchence break his own hand, bludgeon himself, causing his lip to bleed and then beat himself into a pulp before lopoping the belt through the door brace and around his neck, long enough to hang?

Constantine speculates that Hutchence may have been targeted by shadowy elements within the underworld and that he was not suicidal. A friend who saw Hutchence prior to his death said the singer was excited about the future and she “had really never seen him with so much to look forward to.” His father, who had eaten with him at the Flavour of India restaurant said his son was in good spirits, going so far as "dancing away" when he dropped him off at the hotel that fateful night.

"He was a very happy guy," Kell Hutchence says in the documentary.

Sir Bob Geldof was married to Paula Yates, the woman who would leave Geldof for Hutchence in 1996 – the year before Hutchence’s death.

Hutchence and Yates, an unmarried couple at the time of his death, were fighting for custody of her children, Peaches and Pixie Geldof. The couple also had a child named Tiger Lily in the summer of ’96. Yates had told law enforcement that Geldof – a really sinister character and one of the key people involved with Live Aid  and “Spoiled-Grain Gate" - had told Yates he was “above the law” and had threatened them.

Yates told The Daily Express that Bob Geldof killed Michael Hutchence.

“That bastard killed Michael,” she reportedly said. “He is called Saint Bob. That makes me sick. He killed my baby. We have had three years of this.”

Geldof, who plans to be the first Irishman in space in 2014 by taking a trip on the Space XC commercial service spacecraft, is reportedly worth 32 million pounds.

Yates, who said after Hutchence’s death that the man thought suicide was “the most cowardly act in the world” and that his daughter “was his reason to live” would allegedly die of a “heroin overdose” in 2000. After that, the girls would all be given over to Geldof.

Rhett Hutchence, Michael’s brother, said in a 2007 that his brother did not commit suicide.  He wanted Tiger Lily to know the truth about her father. 

Plus there were a number of strange deaths linked to Hutchence. He was friends with Gianni Versace, who was murdered a few months earlier. Princess Diana died a few months earlier as well. There is speculation that their deaths were linked to a Mob hit.

And on a thread, posted one day after Hutchence was reported dead, someone suggested “Did Hutchence commit suicide over a porn ring in the UK?”  Posters speculated, one named “Ian” says “OK, I’ll kick this one off … Geldorf (sic) must have been involved somewhere.” Indeed.  So, within a day, a conspiracy theory involving Bob Geldof was being suggested.

As for the auto-erotic asphyxiation angle, father Kell Hutchence said in a documentary called “In Excess: The Death of Michael Hutchence,” that he thought that suggestion is “a lot of nonsense … nothing to back it up.” The documentary does explore Hutchence’s sexual escapades and his relationship with Paula Yates and his run-ins with the media.

And despite all that, Michael Hutchence’s memory is still fresh. His “sexiest man in rock” persona reminding many of a latter-day Jim Morrison, but with more style and energy. INXS still had a lot of music left in them and it was a matter of time before a new album would be forthcoming. Just last month, Billboard reported that INXS has signed a global publishing deal with Universal with films, documentaries, and a musical "on the way." A representative stated: "We're looking forward to connecting with new generations of fans with the band's timeless music." A two-part biopic on Hutchence, appropriately titled "Never Tear Us Apart," will air in Australia in 2014.

In Donnie Darko, the opening scene shown in theaters and on the original release of the DVD shows Donnie waking up as Echo & The Bunnymen’s haunting-yet-sinister song “The Killing Moon” plays.

On “The Killing Moon,” singer Ian McCulloch sings: “Fate, up against your will / Through the thick and thin / He will wait until / You give yourself to him.”

But in Richard Kelly’s Director’s Cut of Donnie Darko, “The Killing Moon” is replaced by the powerful 1988 ballad “Never Tear Us Apart,” featured on the band’s 1987 album Kick. A bittersweet choice, considering how the song is viewed now. 

Apparently, the rights to the INXS song were too expensive for young director Kelly to use in the theatrical release. But Kelly had wanted “Never Tear Us Apart” (my favorite INXS song, by the way) used and was able to insert it in the Director’s Cut, as originally intended.

Wikipedia notes that after Hutchence’s death, his coffin was carried out of Sydney's St. Andrew’s Cathedral “by the remaining members of INXS and younger brother Rhett, as ‘Never Tear Us Apart’ was played in the background. This song is now thought of by many original INXS fans as Hutchence’s anthem.”

Sings Hutchence: “I was standing, you were there, two worlds collided and they could never tear us apart …

To learn more, go to www.inxs.com




Solace in the shires enticed a peer's granddaughter to quit London society to start again after the death of her best friend Paula Yates from a heroin overdose.

Belinda Brewin had been devastated by the 40-year-old TV presenter's death. She hoped to find peace and permanence for herself and her daughters in an idyllic country setting in the heart of Devon.

Instead it was the beginning of a nightmare which has still not ended. Her life has since been threatened and she has been forced to move yet again.


Her latest ordeal was sparked after a chance encounter with a manipulative maverick - Kenneth Regan - in the stylish top bar of Harvey Nichols store in London a few years earlier. He was to later ensnare Ms Brewin in a web of death and deceit.


Unknown to her, Regan, a ruthless career criminal later convicted of drug dealing, would use her new sanctuary to dig a mass grave for murdered businessman Amarjit Chohan and three generations of his family.


Regan had wiped five members of the family out so he could seize control of Mr Chohan's haulage business and use it as a cover for drug running.


He cynically exploited the vulnerable Ms Brewin - with whom he had become sexually obsessed. The rolling 50 acres fields around her 15th century farmhouse was an ideal place to dispose of Chohan's murdered and probably tortured body.


Even when she later gave evidence against him at his Old Bailey trial, Regan tried to use her again to gain credibility for his defence in the eyes of the jury.


He maintained he was just obeying orders of a mystery Asian gang - who he claimed was responsible for the murders - by disposing of Mr Chohan's body. If he had not, he maintained, they had threatened to go after Ms Brewin and her daughters.


Ms Brewin rejects the account as a total lie, invented in desperation at the last minute.


She had always spurned his advances and gifts and - in her own words - "went ballistic" when she discovered what he had done and how she was manipulated.


After she gave detailed evidence against Regan at his trial, she received a death threat. Stoically, she ignored it.


But friends said the toll on her children had been the worst for her.


They had endured taunts about her mother's involvement with a man on trial for five murders.


Ms Brewin felt she could dance when Regan was finally convicted. He had ruined her life. Because of the impending case and all that it encompassed, she has been unable so far to start another job.


Regan had become fixated with Ms Brewin after meeting her through a mutual friend at Harvey Nichols in 1997 - three years before Paula Yates' death.


After bumping into her again in a pub at Chelsea football club, he persistently rang and asked her out.

Regan had offered to take her to the Grand Prix in Monaco and a £4,000 Cartier watch. She refused both.


He claimed to own a bonded warehouse and to be a businessman. He had a top of the range Mercedes and carried vast sums of money in a briefcase in its boot.


Ms Brewin continued to refuse to go out with him. She privately said she would not sleep with him even if she was drunk as a skunk.


Even so, he became fixated with her and kept pictures of her at his property.


He was jailed in 1998 for drug dealing. He only served four years and had turned informer to get a lighter sentence.


By his release in 2002, Ms Brewin had moved to Devon to start afresh.


But while Regan was in jail he had sent her a condolence card after reading of Paula Yates death.


Once free, he started offering Ms Brewin respectable commercial propositions - at a time she had become strapped for cash.


Although she had the outward trappings of wealth, her partner had left her, she was left with mortgage repayments and school fees and risked losing her estate at Great Colefield House, Stoodleigh, Devon.

"She was certainly vulnerable. A suggestion to earn money was a quick fix. The phrase she used was 'needs must'," Anthony Arlidge QC, defending one of Regan's co-defendants said at his trial.


"Regan was someone she should not have touched with a barge pole. But she was sufficiently vulnerable that needs must ..."


The commercial propositions came to nothing, but gave her confidence in what he did.


"She was drawn closer into the web," said Mr Arlidge.


Then Regan had told her he owned Mr Chohan's company and wanted to buy 10 acres of land near Heathrow airport.


"He wanted to know if I knew anyone who could get change of usage for the land from agricultural to development," Ms Brewin told the jury at his trial.


"I said I would speak to a couple of lawyers friends of mine."


Miss Brewin said she then accepted an offer from Regan to act as managing director and credit controller for the company, working two days a week for £4,000 a month.


Later he increased the offer to £72,000 after saying she needed more to cover her mortgage and children's school fees.


She said: "I could not quite believe it to be honest. I said 'thank you very much'. I was not qualified to do the job."


Regan was using her and repaid that use by burying at least one body on her land.


Ms Brewin, a plain speaking, intelligent and fashionable woman was undisputedly, once a "Chelsea girl."

Her grandfather was the late millionaire and Labour peer, Lord Alston.


"She is smart, slim, drove a powerful sports car and frequented the top-floor bar at Harvey Nichols. She was friends with the son of a well-known comedian. She had a seven-bedroomed, 15th century house, horses and children at private school.


"That was the outside picture which Regan wanted to buy and use," said Mr Arlidge.


"He had come out of prison. He needed someone to run the company - someone he could use as a respectable front," said Mr Arlidge.


"Of course, the reality of her situation was far different, as he was aware.


"She and her partner had moved down to Devon, selling up in London. Then her partner left her with the whole of the mortgage and school fees to pay."


Brewin's friendship with Paula Yates dates back a long way. They met when both were pregnant and living in Chelsea


Ms Brewin broke to her the news of Michael Hutchence suicide.


She is godmother to Tiger Lily, Yates and Hutchence daughter, and looked after her when her best friend was being treated for depression in a Wiltshire clinic.


When Paula died of an overdose in 2000 Ms Brewin was at her home within hours gathering up toys for Tiger Lily.


In 1994 she and her younger sister Miranda were accused of smuggling £500,000 of cocaine into Britain in shampoo bottles.


They were stopped at Dover as they drove off a cross-Channel ferry.


In court they argued they had been tricked into carrying the drugs by a man they met in a Calais hotel and were both cleared by the jury.



Read more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-354302/Quiet-country-life-turned-horror.html#ixzz33bW9puKP 



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A WOMAN who wrote a best-selling book about her high society life and successfully won a substantial libel pay-out from The Sun newspaper has admitted fraudulently claiming thousands of pounds in benefits.

Belinda Brewin, who lives at the listed Old Blundell's, Tiverton, had received royalties from a book she had written and was working while claiming housing benefit, council tax benefit and income support.

A total of more than £7,500 was claimed by Ms Brewin in two separate periods, from March 2006 to June 2006 and again from July 2006 to February 2008.

Ms Brewin, 46, pleaded guilty at Exeter Magistrates' Court.

She was ordered to pay costs and complete 70 hours of community work in addition to repaying the overpaid benefit.

Ms Brewin hit the national headlines in 2003 when police investigating the disappearance of London businessman Amrit Chohan dug up land belonging to her at Stoodleigh, near Tiverton.

Mr Chohan and his family had been murdered and buried on Ms Brewin's land without her knowledge or involvement.

Ms Brewin's friend at the time, Kenneth Regan, and accomplice William Horncy were later jailed on "whole life" tariffs for the murders.

In 2005, Ms Brewin won undisclosed libel damages from The Sun after it printed false allegations that she helped the two murderers to escape.

Her 2007 book Trouble Brewin describes her time as best friend of the late TV celebrity Paula Yates and her "traumatic" two years after the Chohan murders

Mid Devon District Council worked jointly with the Department for Work and Pensions on the investigation.

Tiverton woman Karen Kibble was also prosecuted for failing to notify the council that her husband had moved back into the property with her and for nine months continued to claim over £5,000 in benefits as a single parent.

She pleaded guilty, received an 18-month conditional discharge and was ordered to pay costs.

She has already paid back the benefit overpayment.

Dawn Harris, benefits manager for the district council, said: "We get a lot of instances of benefit fraud in Mid Devon reported to us, but it is a bit unusual to have a case where someone is receiving royalties from a book which they have not declared, while claiming benefits."

She said the two cases had been investigated following concerns from the council's own officers relating to the information that had been supplied to them.

However, she said that a large percentage of cases were instigated following calls from members of the public.

"Often, cases will not reach court because there has been a genuine mistake or misunderstanding," she said.

"Things are taken further when we are sure a deliberate fraud has taken place.

"We are talking about large amounts of public money. Members of the public are usually keen to help us with these inquiries."

Mrs Harris said cases could often be quite complex.

She said: "You can have quite a high income and still be eligible for housing benefit, which a lot of people don't understand.

"Somebody can live in a band D property, but because of all their various needs and the number of people they live with, they can receive housing benefit."

Anyone who suspects someone of committing fraud can call the council's confidential 24-hour hotline on 01884 234223.

Read more: http://www.exeterexpressandecho.co.uk/Winner-Sun-libel-fight-guilty-benefit-fraud/story-11820703-detail/story.html#ixzz33bXhmuCT




Friends of the late Paula Yates reportedly fear that 'history could be repeated' if Peaches Geldof doesn't clean up her act.

Concerns were voiced after revealing pictures were posted on the internet by an American man who claimed he shared a drugged-up one-night stand with the 21-year-old.

Peaches flatly denied the claim that she had taken heroin on the night in question, but has since been axed as the face and body of underwear brand Miss Ultimo.

The Daily Mail reports that the lifestyle of Sir Bob's daughter is worrying friends of her late mum Paula, who died 10 years ago from a heroin overdose.

Belinda Brewin, the best friend of Yates, told a friend: "Everyone can see what's happening, but would you really want to be the one to have to tell Bob he's got to do something? If she was my daughter, Peaches would be in her second year of university, not living alone in Los Angeles."

Yates's PR agent and friend Gerry Agar added: "Things have been going disastrously wrong for Peaches for a while because she refuses to listen to the people who try to stop her.

"She is surrounded by a group of toxic people who are addicted to her fame. They have a really tight grip on her and so she believes them when they say she is untouchable. I feel sorry for her because I think it's tragic she has become so trapped. It will be her downfall. For me, it is so frustrating because I am literally watching history repeat itself."


Read more: http://www.digitalspy.co.uk/showbiz/news/a212323/yates-friends-voice-concern-for-peaches.html#~oG9qnXntq600yv#ixzz33bYq4gkb 

HEARTBROKEN PAULA - "WE LOVED EACH OTHER TOO MUCH"
(Australian Woman's Day - 23 February,1998)

Written by: Martin Townsend

Paula Yates tells of her despair over lover Michael Hutchence's death.

This month's verdict by the coroner that singer Michael Hutchence's death was a suicide has caused a fresh wave of grief for an already devastated Paula Yates. For her, this is the latest in a series of blows. We were so much in love, she says. It is as if he has died again.

I met Paula in her London home the day before what would have been Michael's 38th birthday. Dressed in a black, polo-necked sweater and black jeans - she has sworn to remain in mourning for a year - Paula, 37, looks pale, drained and curiously small; as if Michael's death last November has somehow shrunk her.

In her arms is their 19-month-old daughter, Heavenly Hiraani Tigerlily, who is swept away by an old friend, Belinda Brewin, for the duration of our interview - only the second time, says Paula, that she and the child have been apart. Paula admits she is not coping well with the loss of Michael. During our interview, her voice often subsides to a near whisper, particularly when discussing the effects of Michael's death on her children. Tears well in her eyes.

I was talking to Michael's dad this morning, she says, and afterwards I was thinking he is definitely getting better adjusted. But I just think, is this it? To be lonely? And if anything, it just gets worse every day.

It doesn't sound very brave, does it? Paula says, turning her red-rimmed eyes on mine. Well, I don't feel very brave about it. I try my hardest because I have my girls, but...

From the bizarre circumstances of Michael's death, strangled by his own belt in a Sydney hotel room, through the funeral and it's aftermath, Michael's death was dogged by rumours - particularly before the coroner brought down the suicide verdict. Was his death suicide or a tragic accident caused by sexual experimentation? Was there an old rift between Michael's family and Paula grotesquely reopened at the funeral? It all added to the enormous pressure on Paula.

On the day before his death Paula was in court for a custody hearing. She had hoped to take her girls and join Michael for a three-month break in Australia where she had been offered work: a documentary about Australia seen through an Englishwoman's eyes, a top-rating breakfast radio show, plus two cover photo shoots for Vogue magazine.

It would have been her first work since Paula and Michael began their relationship. He could hardly wait to see them in Australia. He thought that for three months, just three months, we would have a life, she says.

Then came the hammer blow: the hearing was adjourned and Paula was unable to take her three eldest daughters out of England. She knew she could not be parted from her children for that period of time. And she knew that it would devastate Michael. I left the court and turned to my barrister, and said, "This will kill Michael", and he died a few hours later.

Paula has tears in her eyes now, and through the sobs, her voice is choked with anger. How much can you take? What did we do? I loved him too much; we loved each other too much. In their last telephone call, Michael and Paula discussed names for a baby girl they planned. Paula says she would definitely have another girl. Michael, who was raised in and adored the Far East, favoured Shanghai, Paula like Violetta.

At the end of the call Michael said, I love you and I love Tiger and I'm gonna ring Bob and beg him to let the girls come.

In the middle of that night the doorbell rang at Paula's home, waking Paula, who was asleep in bed with Pixie, seven, Peaches, eight, and Tiger (Fifi, 14, was at boarding school). I went downstairs and my friend Belinda walked in says Paula, and she was just sobbing. She said, I've got terrible news for you - Michael's dead, and I punched her right in the face. It was awful. I was crying and saying, How can you say something like that to me? It was just like I was dead from then on.

Anthony Burton, Paula's friend and lawyer in England, arrived later, plus Australian Andrew Young, who took care of Michael's legal affairs and acted as a protector for Paula and the family when Michael was away.

By this time, the children had woken up. Paula, half-mad with grief - the sort of crying when you don't know any more what's happening? - went upstairs to break the news. However long I live, she says, I will never forget how Pixie cried. Like someone had ripped her heart out. She lay on the floor and it was just terrible. She just cried and cried.

Little Tiger, upset by all the grief and confusion happening around her, was inconsolable until Anthony Burton put on an INXS record and gently laid her down next to the speaker. She stopped crying almost immediately and went to sleep listening to her dad.

Peaches took on the role that I've noticed she's tried to take on, of trying to take care of Pixie and Tiger. Fifi arrived from school to try and take care of her mum. I was just so proud of her. In the meantime, Paula had been mildly sedated as preparations began for the 19,000km flight to Australia.

Here, she whisked straight from the airport to the mortuary. Paula's voice is barely a whisper now. Tiger and I went in and just stayed with Michael. I was relieved to get to him, actually. It seemed like the longest 24 hours of my life just to get to someone. I got to him too late, but I got to him. Tiger saw her dad and then I sent her out and I stayed with Michael.

She then adds, I had never seen anyone dead and I didn't realize that they're that cold. It's really weird, they are like ice. I made the mortuary send out for a duvet and I wrapped him up in it. Tucked him in.

Did she hold him? Yes. I spent a long time with him. I just kept trying to look after him. She talked to him. It was the most private time I'll ever have with Michael, ever. I would have taken him home with me. But it's all so strange because your automatic reaction is to want to make it better and you can't make it better; you can't do anything. The powerlessness is just ... unimaginable.

The tears are flowing again. She had barely arrived in Sydney when a senior policeman, in that fantastic Australian way, told her that there had been no girl in the hotel room when Michael died. But, you know, I was always kind of impressed with Michael's ability to be very faithful to me and the girls because it's not easy when everyone thinks your handsome.

She has no hesitation in dismissing suicide as the cause of death. I don't believe he would have left Tiger deliberately. I truly don't believe that, and I'm not just saying it to make me feel better or try to make Tiger feel better in the future. I just know him.

The other theory, rejected by the coroner, was that Michael died accidentally in the midst of some kind of sexual experiment. Is this something he would do? There is a long pause, but Paula's answer is forthright. I don't think there's anything on earth Michael wouldn't do.

Paula would prefer that verdict to suicide. I suppose it would be easier to bear, in a weird way, easier than thinking of someone you loved that much being in such despair. What does she think happened in that hotel room? I think he was beside himself. With anger and a loss of hope, and pain, and missing the girls. And I think he was drunk.

Michael then spoke to Bob Geldof and ... whatever happened, happened. I think it was a lot of things meeting head on. But I don't think he meant to die. And nor does anyone who knew him as well as me. A cry for help, A cry for understanding. But not a Bye-bye, Tiger. Never, never, never.

Paula says she writhed with pain at the funeral. I never realised how it literally does feel, as if someone has punched you or broken something. Your heart actually does break.

Paula was unhappy that the funeral was televised because she felt that Michael would not have like it. She says that it was Michael's mother's decision. She has since been quoted, as saying that she did not believe her son would ever have married Paula. Michael's mother is an old lady and she's very unhappy. And I don't think she'd say that, she says simply. We would have married this year and we would have definitely had another child this year.

Despite her reservations about its being televised, Paula was impressed with the funeral. I thought that every girl looked beautiful, she says. I thought every girl thought she was going to the greatest cocktail party in the world and I think Michael would have liked that.

Next week: Paula shows us the Sussex seaside cottage she and Michael shared, and talks about drugs, Michael's obsessions with being a dad and the wonderfully romantic times they shared.

© Woman's Day 1998

Privy Councillor's Oath

"You do swear by Almighty God to be a true and faithful Servant unto the Queen's Majesty, as one of Her Majesty's Privy Council. You will not know or understand of any manner of thing to be attempted, done, or spoken against Her Majesty's Person, Honour, Crown, or Dignity Royal, but you will lett and withstand the same to the uttermost of your Power, and either cause it to be revealed to Her Majesty Herself, or to such of Her Privy Council as shall advertise Her Majesty of the same. 

You will, in all things to be moved, treated, and debated in Council, faithfully and truly declare your Mind and Opinion, according to your Heart and Conscience; and will keep secret all Matters committed and revealed unto you, or that shall be treated of secretly in Council. 

And if any of the said Treaties or Counsels shall touch any of the Counsellors, you will not reveal it unto him, but will keep the same until such time as, by the Consent of Her Majesty, or of the Council, Publication shall be made thereof. 

You will to your uttermost bear Faith and Allegiance unto the Queen's Majesty; and will assist and defend all Jurisdictions, Pre-eminences, and Authorities, granted to Her Majesty, and annexed to the Crown by Acts of Parliament, or otherwise, against all Foreign Princes, Persons, Prelates, States, or Potentates. 

And generally in all things you will do as a faithful and true Servant ought to do to Her Majesty. 

So help you God."

HEARTBROKEN PAULA - "WE LOVED EACH OTHER TOO MUCH"
(Australian Woman's Day - 23 February,1998)

Written by: Martin Townsend

Paula Yates tells of her despair over lover Michael Hutchence's death.

This month's verdict by the coroner that singer Michael Hutchence's death was a suicide has caused a fresh wave of grief for an already devastated Paula Yates. For her, this is the latest in a series of blows. We were so much in love, she says. It is as if he has died again.

I met Paula in her London home the day before what would have been Michael's 38th birthday. Dressed in a black, polo-necked sweater and black jeans - she has sworn to remain in mourning for a year - Paula, 37, looks pale, drained and curiously small; as if Michael's death last November has somehow shrunk her.

In her arms is their 19-month-old daughter, Heavenly Hiraani Tigerlily, who is swept away by an old friend, Belinda Brewin, for the duration of our interview - only the second time, says Paula, that she and the child have been apart. Paula admits she is not coping well with the loss of Michael. During our interview, her voice often subsides to a near whisper, particularly when discussing the effects of Michael's death on her children. Tears well in her eyes.

I was talking to Michael's dad this morning, she says, and afterwards I was thinking he is definitely getting better adjusted. But I just think, is this it? To be lonely? And if anything, it just gets worse every day.

It doesn't sound very brave, does it? Paula says, turning her red-rimmed eyes on mine. Well, I don't feel very brave about it. I try my hardest because I have my girls, but...

From the bizarre circumstances of Michael's death, strangled by his own belt in a Sydney hotel room, through the funeral and it's aftermath, Michael's death was dogged by rumours - particularly before the coroner brought down the suicide verdict. Was his death suicide or a tragic accident caused by sexual experimentation? Was there an old rift between Michael's family and Paula grotesquely reopened at the funeral? It all added to the enormous pressure on Paula.

On the day before his death Paula was in court for a custody hearing. She had hoped to take her girls and join Michael for a three-month break in Australia where she had been offered work: a documentary about Australia seen through an Englishwoman's eyes, a top-rating breakfast radio show, plus two cover photo shoots for Vogue magazine.

It would have been her first work since Paula and Michael began their relationship. He could hardly wait to see them in Australia. He thought that for three months, just three months, we would have a life, she says.

Then came the hammer blow: the hearing was adjourned and Paula was unable to take her three eldest daughters out of England. She knew she could not be parted from her children for that period of time. And she knew that it would devastate Michael. I left the court and turned to my barrister, and said, "This will kill Michael", and he died a few hours later.

Paula has tears in her eyes now, and through the sobs, her voice is choked with anger. How much can you take? What did we do? I loved him too much; we loved each other too much. In their last telephone call, Michael and Paula discussed names for a baby girl they planned. Paula says she would definitely have another girl. Michael, who was raised in and adored the Far East, favoured Shanghai, Paula like Violetta.

At the end of the call Michael said, I love you and I love Tiger and I'm gonna ring Bob and beg him to let the girls come.

In the middle of that night the doorbell rang at Paula's home, waking Paula, who was asleep in bed with Pixie, seven, Peaches, eight, and Tiger (Fifi, 14, was at boarding school). I went downstairs and my friend Belinda walked in says Paula, and she was just sobbing. She said, I've got terrible news for you - Michael's dead, and I punched her right in the face. It was awful. I was crying and saying, How can you say something like that to me? It was just like I was dead from then on.

Anthony Burton, Paula's friend and lawyer in England, arrived later, plus Australian Andrew Young, who took care of Michael's legal affairs and acted as a protector for Paula and the family when Michael was away.

By this time, the children had woken up. Paula, half-mad with grief - the sort of crying when you don't know any more what's happening? - went upstairs to break the news. However long I live, she says, I will never forget how Pixie cried. Like someone had ripped her heart out. She lay on the floor and it was just terrible. She just cried and cried.

Little Tiger, upset by all the grief and confusion happening around her, was inconsolable until Anthony Burton put on an INXS record and gently laid her down next to the speaker. She stopped crying almost immediately and went to sleep listening to her dad.

Peaches took on the role that I've noticed she's tried to take on, of trying to take care of Pixie and Tiger. Fifi arrived from school to try and take care of her mum. I was just so proud of her. In the meantime, Paula had been mildly sedated as preparations began for the 19,000km flight to Australia.

Here, she whisked straight from the airport to the mortuary. Paula's voice is barely a whisper now. Tiger and I went in and just stayed with Michael. I was relieved to get to him, actually. It seemed like the longest 24 hours of my life just to get to someone. I got to him too late, but I got to him. Tiger saw her dad and then I sent her out and I stayed with Michael.

She then adds, I had never seen anyone dead and I didn't realize that they're that cold. It's really weird, they are like ice. I made the mortuary send out for a duvet and I wrapped him up in it. Tucked him in.

Did she hold him? Yes. I spent a long time with him. I just kept trying to look after him. She talked to him. It was the most private time I'll ever have with Michael, ever. I would have taken him home with me. But it's all so strange because your automatic reaction is to want to make it better and you can't make it better; you can't do anything. The powerlessness is just ... unimaginable.

The tears are flowing again. She had barely arrived in Sydney when a senior policeman, in that fantastic Australian way, told her that there had been no girl in the hotel room when Michael died. But, you know, I was always kind of impressed with Michael's ability to be very faithful to me and the girls because it's not easy when everyone thinks your handsome.

She has no hesitation in dismissing suicide as the cause of death. I don't believe he would have left Tiger deliberately. I truly don't believe that, and I'm not just saying it to make me feel better or try to make Tiger feel better in the future. I just know him.

The other theory, rejected by the coroner, was that Michael died accidentally in the midst of some kind of sexual experiment. Is this something he would do? There is a long pause, but Paula's answer is forthright. I don't think there's anything on earth Michael wouldn't do.

Paula would prefer that verdict to suicide. I suppose it would be easier to bear, in a weird way, easier than thinking of someone you loved that much being in such despair. What does she think happened in that hotel room? I think he was beside himself. With anger and a loss of hope, and pain, and missing the girls. And I think he was drunk.

Michael then spoke to Bob Geldof and ... whatever happened, happened. I think it was a lot of things meeting head on. But I don't think he meant to die. And nor does anyone who knew him as well as me. A cry for help, A cry for understanding. But not a Bye-bye, Tiger. Never, never, never.

Paula says she writhed with pain at the funeral. I never realised how it literally does feel, as if someone has punched you or broken something. Your heart actually does break.

Paula was unhappy that the funeral was televised because she felt that Michael would not have like it. She says that it was Michael's mother's decision. She has since been quoted, as saying that she did not believe her son would ever have married Paula. Michael's mother is an old lady and she's very unhappy. And I don't think she'd say that, she says simply. We would have married this year and we would have definitely had another child this year.

Despite her reservations about its being televised, Paula was impressed with the funeral. I thought that every girl looked beautiful, she says. I thought every girl thought she was going to the greatest cocktail party in the world and I think Michael would have liked that.

Next week: Paula shows us the Sussex seaside cottage she and Michael shared, and talks about drugs, Michael's obsessions with being a dad and the wonderfully romantic times they shared.

© Woman's Day 1998


HEARTBROKEN PAULA - "WE LOVED EACH OTHER TOO MUCH"
(Australian Woman's Day - 23 February,1998)

Written by: Martin Townsend

Paula Yates tells of her despair over lover Michael Hutchence's death.

This month's verdict by the coroner that singer Michael Hutchence's death was a suicide has caused a fresh wave of grief for an already devastated Paula Yates. For her, this is the latest in a series of blows. We were so much in love, she says. It is as if he has died again.

I met Paula in her London home the day before what would have been Michael's 38th birthday. Dressed in a black, polo-necked sweater and black jeans - she has sworn to remain in mourning for a year - Paula, 37, looks pale, drained and curiously small; as if Michael's death last November has somehow shrunk her.

In her arms is their 19-month-old daughter, Heavenly Hiraani Tigerlily, who is swept away by an old friend, Belinda Brewin, for the duration of our interview - only the second time, says Paula, that she and the child have been apart. Paula admits she is not coping well with the loss of Michael. During our interview, her voice often subsides to a near whisper, particularly when discussing the effects of Michael's death on her children. Tears well in her eyes.

I was talking to Michael's dad this morning, she says, and afterwards I was thinking he is definitely getting better adjusted. But I just think, is this it? To be lonely? And if anything, it just gets worse every day.

It doesn't sound very brave, does it? Paula says, turning her red-rimmed eyes on mine. Well, I don't feel very brave about it. I try my hardest because I have my girls, but...

From the bizarre circumstances of Michael's death, strangled by his own belt in a Sydney hotel room, through the funeral and it's aftermath, Michael's death was dogged by rumours - particularly before the coroner brought down the suicide verdict. Was his death suicide or a tragic accident caused by sexual experimentation? Was there an old rift between Michael's family and Paula grotesquely reopened at the funeral? It all added to the enormous pressure on Paula.

On the day before his death Paula was in court for a custody hearing. She had hoped to take her girls and join Michael for a three-month break in Australia where she had been offered work: a documentary about Australia seen through an Englishwoman's eyes, a top-rating breakfast radio show, plus two cover photo shoots for Vogue magazine.

It would have been her first work since Paula and Michael began their relationship. He could hardly wait to see them in Australia. He thought that for three months, just three months, we would have a life, she says.

Then came the hammer blow: the hearing was adjourned and Paula was unable to take her three eldest daughters out of England. She knew she could not be parted from her children for that period of time. And she knew that it would devastate Michael. I left the court and turned to my barrister, and said, "This will kill Michael", and he died a few hours later.

Paula has tears in her eyes now, and through the sobs, her voice is choked with anger. How much can you take? What did we do? I loved him too much; we loved each other too much. In their last telephone call, Michael and Paula discussed names for a baby girl they planned. Paula says she would definitely have another girl. Michael, who was raised in and adored the Far East, favoured Shanghai, Paula like Violetta.

At the end of the call Michael said, I love you and I love Tiger and I'm gonna ring Bob and beg him to let the girls come.

In the middle of that night the doorbell rang at Paula's home, waking Paula, who was asleep in bed with Pixie, seven, Peaches, eight, and Tiger (Fifi, 14, was at boarding school). I went downstairs and my friend Belinda walked in says Paula, and she was just sobbing. She said, I've got terrible news for you - Michael's dead, and I punched her right in the face. It was awful. I was crying and saying, How can you say something like that to me? It was just like I was dead from then on.

Anthony Burton, Paula's friend and lawyer in England, arrived later, plus Australian Andrew Young, who took care of Michael's legal affairs and acted as a protector for Paula and the family when Michael was away.

By this time, the children had woken up. Paula, half-mad with grief - the sort of crying when you don't know any more what's happening? - went upstairs to break the news. However long I live, she says, I will never forget how Pixie cried. Like someone had ripped her heart out. She lay on the floor and it was just terrible. She just cried and cried.

Little Tiger, upset by all the grief and confusion happening around her, was inconsolable until Anthony Burton put on an INXS record and gently laid her down next to the speaker. She stopped crying almost immediately and went to sleep listening to her dad.

Peaches took on the role that I've noticed she's tried to take on, of trying to take care of Pixie and Tiger. Fifi arrived from school to try and take care of her mum. I was just so proud of her. In the meantime, Paula had been mildly sedated as preparations began for the 19,000km flight to Australia.

Here, she whisked straight from the airport to the mortuary. Paula's voice is barely a whisper now. Tiger and I went in and just stayed with Michael. I was relieved to get to him, actually. It seemed like the longest 24 hours of my life just to get to someone. I got to him too late, but I got to him. Tiger saw her dad and then I sent her out and I stayed with Michael.

She then adds, I had never seen anyone dead and I didn't realize that they're that cold. It's really weird, they are like ice. I made the mortuary send out for a duvet and I wrapped him up in it. Tucked him in.

Did she hold him? Yes. I spent a long time with him. I just kept trying to look after him. She talked to him. It was the most private time I'll ever have with Michael, ever. I would have taken him home with me. But it's all so strange because your automatic reaction is to want to make it better and you can't make it better; you can't do anything. The powerlessness is just ... unimaginable.

The tears are flowing again. She had barely arrived in Sydney when a senior policeman, in that fantastic Australian way, told her that there had been no girl in the hotel room when Michael died. But, you know, I was always kind of impressed with Michael's ability to be very faithful to me and the girls because it's not easy when everyone thinks your handsome.

She has no hesitation in dismissing suicide as the cause of death. I don't believe he would have left Tiger deliberately. I truly don't believe that, and I'm not just saying it to make me feel better or try to make Tiger feel better in the future. I just know him.

The other theory, rejected by the coroner, was that Michael died accidentally in the midst of some kind of sexual experiment. Is this something he would do? There is a long pause, but Paula's answer is forthright. I don't think there's anything on earth Michael wouldn't do.

Paula would prefer that verdict to suicide. I suppose it would be easier to bear, in a weird way, easier than thinking of someone you loved that much being in such despair. What does she think happened in that hotel room? I think he was beside himself. With anger and a loss of hope, and pain, and missing the girls. And I think he was drunk.

Michael then spoke to Bob Geldof and ... whatever happened, happened. I think it was a lot of things meeting head on. But I don't think he meant to die. And nor does anyone who knew him as well as me. A cry for help, A cry for understanding. But not a Bye-bye, Tiger. Never, never, never.

Paula says she writhed with pain at the funeral. I never realised how it literally does feel, as if someone has punched you or broken something. Your heart actually does break.

Paula was unhappy that the funeral was televised because she felt that Michael would not have like it. She says that it was Michael's mother's decision. She has since been quoted, as saying that she did not believe her son would ever have married Paula. Michael's mother is an old lady and she's very unhappy. And I don't think she'd say that, she says simply. We would have married this year and we would have definitely had another child this year.

Despite her reservations about its being televised, Paula was impressed with the funeral. I thought that every girl looked beautiful, she says. I thought every girl thought she was going to the greatest cocktail party in the world and I think Michael would have liked that.

Next week: Paula shows us the Sussex seaside cottage she and Michael shared, and talks about drugs, Michael's obsessions with being a dad and the wonderfully romantic times they shared.

© Woman's Day 1998


HEARTBROKEN PAULA - "WE LOVED EACH OTHER TOO MUCH"
(Australian Woman's Day - 23 February,1998)

Written by: Martin Townsend

Paula Yates tells of her despair over lover Michael Hutchence's death.

This month's verdict by the coroner that singer Michael Hutchence's death was a suicide has caused a fresh wave of grief for an already devastated Paula Yates. For her, this is the latest in a series of blows. We were so much in love, she says. It is as if he has died again.

I met Paula in her London home the day before what would have been Michael's 38th birthday. Dressed in a black, polo-necked sweater and black jeans - she has sworn to remain in mourning for a year - Paula, 37, looks pale, drained and curiously small; as if Michael's death last November has somehow shrunk her.

In her arms is their 19-month-old daughter, Heavenly Hiraani Tigerlily, who is swept away by an old friend, Belinda Brewin, for the duration of our interview - only the second time, says Paula, that she and the child have been apart. Paula admits she is not coping well with the loss of Michael. During our interview, her voice often subsides to a near whisper, particularly when discussing the effects of Michael's death on her children. Tears well in her eyes.

I was talking to Michael's dad this morning, she says, and afterwards I was thinking he is definitely getting better adjusted. But I just think, is this it? To be lonely? And if anything, it just gets worse every day.

It doesn't sound very brave, does it? Paula says, turning her red-rimmed eyes on mine. Well, I don't feel very brave about it. I try my hardest because I have my girls, but...

From the bizarre circumstances of Michael's death, strangled by his own belt in a Sydney hotel room, through the funeral and it's aftermath, Michael's death was dogged by rumours - particularly before the coroner brought down the suicide verdict. Was his death suicide or a tragic accident caused by sexual experimentation? Was there an old rift between Michael's family and Paula grotesquely reopened at the funeral? It all added to the enormous pressure on Paula.

On the day before his death Paula was in court for a custody hearing. She had hoped to take her girls and join Michael for a three-month break in Australia where she had been offered work: a documentary about Australia seen through an Englishwoman's eyes, a top-rating breakfast radio show, plus two cover photo shoots for Vogue magazine.

It would have been her first work since Paula and Michael began their relationship. He could hardly wait to see them in Australia. He thought that for three months, just three months, we would have a life, she says.

Then came the hammer blow: the hearing was adjourned and Paula was unable to take her three eldest daughters out of England. She knew she could not be parted from her children for that period of time. And she knew that it would devastate Michael. I left the court and turned to my barrister, and said, "This will kill Michael", and he died a few hours later.

Paula has tears in her eyes now, and through the sobs, her voice is choked with anger. How much can you take? What did we do? I loved him too much; we loved each other too much. In their last telephone call, Michael and Paula discussed names for a baby girl they planned. Paula says she would definitely have another girl. Michael, who was raised in and adored the Far East, favoured Shanghai, Paula like Violetta.

At the end of the call Michael said, I love you and I love Tiger and I'm gonna ring Bob and beg him to let the girls come.

In the middle of that night the doorbell rang at Paula's home, waking Paula, who was asleep in bed with Pixie, seven, Peaches, eight, and Tiger (Fifi, 14, was at boarding school). I went downstairs and my friend Belinda walked in says Paula, and she was just sobbing. She said, I've got terrible news for you - Michael's dead, and I punched her right in the face. It was awful. I was crying and saying, How can you say something like that to me? It was just like I was dead from then on.

Anthony Burton, Paula's friend and lawyer in England, arrived later, plus Australian Andrew Young, who took care of Michael's legal affairs and acted as a protector for Paula and the family when Michael was away.

By this time, the children had woken up. Paula, half-mad with grief - the sort of crying when you don't know any more what's happening? - went upstairs to break the news. However long I live, she says, I will never forget how Pixie cried. Like someone had ripped her heart out. She lay on the floor and it was just terrible. She just cried and cried.

Little Tiger, upset by all the grief and confusion happening around her, was inconsolable until Anthony Burton put on an INXS record and gently laid her down next to the speaker. She stopped crying almost immediately and went to sleep listening to her dad.

Peaches took on the role that I've noticed she's tried to take on, of trying to take care of Pixie and Tiger. Fifi arrived from school to try and take care of her mum. I was just so proud of her. In the meantime, Paula had been mildly sedated as preparations began for the 19,000km flight to Australia.

Here, she whisked straight from the airport to the mortuary. Paula's voice is barely a whisper now. Tiger and I went in and just stayed with Michael. I was relieved to get to him, actually. It seemed like the longest 24 hours of my life just to get to someone. I got to him too late, but I got to him. Tiger saw her dad and then I sent her out and I stayed with Michael.

She then adds, I had never seen anyone dead and I didn't realize that they're that cold. It's really weird, they are like ice. I made the mortuary send out for a duvet and I wrapped him up in it. Tucked him in.

Did she hold him? Yes. I spent a long time with him. I just kept trying to look after him. She talked to him. It was the most private time I'll ever have with Michael, ever. I would have taken him home with me. But it's all so strange because your automatic reaction is to want to make it better and you can't make it better; you can't do anything. The powerlessness is just ... unimaginable.

The tears are flowing again. She had barely arrived in Sydney when a senior policeman, in that fantastic Australian way, told her that there had been no girl in the hotel room when Michael died. But, you know, I was always kind of impressed with Michael's ability to be very faithful to me and the girls because it's not easy when everyone thinks your handsome.

She has no hesitation in dismissing suicide as the cause of death. I don't believe he would have left Tiger deliberately. I truly don't believe that, and I'm not just saying it to make me feel better or try to make Tiger feel better in the future. I just know him.

The other theory, rejected by the coroner, was that Michael died accidentally in the midst of some kind of sexual experiment. Is this something he would do? There is a long pause, but Paula's answer is forthright. I don't think there's anything on earth Michael wouldn't do.

Paula would prefer that verdict to suicide. I suppose it would be easier to bear, in a weird way, easier than thinking of someone you loved that much being in such despair. What does she think happened in that hotel room? I think he was beside himself. With anger and a loss of hope, and pain, and missing the girls. And I think he was drunk.

Michael then spoke to Bob Geldof and ... whatever happened, happened. I think it was a lot of things meeting head on. But I don't think he meant to die. And nor does anyone who knew him as well as me. A cry for help, A cry for understanding. But not a Bye-bye, Tiger. Never, never, never.

Paula says she writhed with pain at the funeral. I never realised how it literally does feel, as if someone has punched you or broken something. Your heart actually does break.

Paula was unhappy that the funeral was televised because she felt that Michael would not have like it. She says that it was Michael's mother's decision. She has since been quoted, as saying that she did not believe her son would ever have married Paula. Michael's mother is an old lady and she's very unhappy. And I don't think she'd say that, she says simply. We would have married this year and we would have definitely had another child this year.

Despite her reservations about its being televised, Paula was impressed with the funeral. I thought that every girl looked beautiful, she says. I thought every girl thought she was going to the greatest cocktail party in the world and I think Michael would have liked that.

Next week: Paula shows us the Sussex seaside cottage she and Michael shared, and talks about drugs, Michael's obsessions with being a dad and the wonderfully romantic times they shared.

© Woman's Day 1998


Geldof: He Seems Fine.

Monday 2 June 2014

Snowden on 9/11


Snowden the Liar finally speaks out on the main Covert Operation of the Age:

"You know, and this is a key question that the 9/11 Commission considered. And what they found, in the post-mortem, when they looked at all of the classified intelligence from all of the different intelligence agencies, they found that we had all of the information we needed as an intelligence community, as a classified sector, as the national defense of the United States to detect this plot,” Snowden said. “We actually had records of the phone calls from the United States and out. The CIA knew who these guys were. The problem was not that we weren’t collecting information, it wasn’t that we didn’t have enough dots, it wasn’t that we didn’t have a haystack, it was that we did not understand the haystack that we have.”

They weren't collecting information and phonecalls, they were collecting actual "hijackers", and hiding them in San Diego away from the FBI in the FBI's own safe house for over a year - even the criminal Kane-Hamilton Commission Report admits that.


“The problem with mass surveillance is that we’re piling more hay on a haystack we already don’t understand, and this is the haystack of the human lives of every American citizen in our country,” Snowden continued. “If these programs aren’t keeping us safe, and they’re making us miss connections — vital connections — on information we already have, if we’re taking resources away from traditional methods of investigation, from law enforcement operations that we know work, if we’re missing things like the Boston Marathon bombings where all of these mass surveillance systems, every domestic dragnet in the world didn’t reveal guys that the Russian intelligence service told us about by name, is that really the best way to protect our country? Or are we — are we trying to throw money at a magic solution that’s actually not just costing us our safety, but our rights and our way of life?"


Again, this is a lie - the FBI were warned TWICE by the FSB about Tamerlan Tsarnaev; Robert Meuller said, with a a smirk on his face "We did everything we could" - yes, the chief Chechen Rebel Leader and indicted War Criminal lives in Arlington and is paid a generous stipend by the State Dept. 

Brezezinski personally lobbied for Tamerlan's Leader to be brought to Washington and considers his hiring by the US Government to be "The Proudest Day of my Life"

The Chechens living in the US today are an elite. Extremely well-off and rarely get their hands dirty (any more).


"It’s really disingenuous for the government to invoke and scandalize our memories to sort of exploit the national trauma that we all suffered together and worked so hard to come through to justify programs that have never been shown to keep us safe, but cost us liberties and freedoms that we don’t need to give up and our Constitution says we don’t need to give up."

Untargetted eavesdropping and data-mining are not against the Constitution and never have been.

This is a lie.

It's not an illegal search - targeted electronic eavesdropping against a named individual, absent a bench warrant (since 1978, a FISA Warrant) has been considered an unreasonable search, and thereby unconstitutional since 1968, but this was a major break from the historic trend and the wording of the Fourth Ammedment as originally drafted; in the Supreme Court ruling, the minority dissenting opinions affirmed that casual, conversational non-electronic eavesdropping was a natural, fair and vital component of both policing and the criminal justice system since time immemorial.

Paula : 1997


Saturday, December 13, 1997 Published at 07:38 GMT 


 

'I thought I was at the darkest point in my life - now this'

DNA tests have confirmed that Paula Yates is not, as she has always assumed, the daughter of the Stars on Sunday presenter Jess Yates.

Paula, recently hit by the death of her lover Michael Hutchence, is coming to terms with the shock that her father is the late Hughie Green, who created and presented the television talent show Opportunity Knocks.

The tests were taken after Noel Botham, a friend of Green's, named her as the star's daughter following his death from cancer.

Analysts matched her blood sample with those of two known children of the late star, Christopher Green and Linda Plentl.

The Sun reported that Paula Yates was told the results tests by her solicitor and is still being comforted 24 hours a day by friends at her west London home.

Paula Yates told the Sun: "I'm horrified. I thought I was at the darkest point in my life - now this."

Ms Yates and her mother, Heller Thornton-Bosment, had both fiercely denied the claim.

Mrs Thornton-Bosment, who lives with her second husband in the south of France, said in a statement: "It is a well-known fact that Paula was conceived a month after my marriage to Jess."

She insisted the claim was "offensive" to her family, and Ms Yates, a former Big Breakfast presenter, dismissed it as "disgusting."



Hugie Green: DNA tests prove he was Paula's father
Hughie Green, who died aged 77, told Noel Botham 20 years ago he was Paula's father but had not told his daughter.

His son, Christopher, 50, who travelled to England from his home in Canada to receive the results, said: "We had really hoped there was no truth in what was said at the funeral. This is not the result we wanted or expected.

"We can't walk away from Paula Yates. She's got feelings. She is a human being. It is said that the son shall pay for the sins of the father. My father let us down by never telling us about this while he was alive. Now we shall all suffer."

Green, who also starred in ITV's Double Your Money, was married to his wife of 20 years, Claire, when Paula, 37, was conceived. They later separated.

Linda Plentl, Hughie Green's daughter, reacted with anger towards her father, describing him as a "monster" and said that there were more half-brothers and half-sisters she did not know about.

"My father has damaged so many people so viciously. He has hurt us all from the grave. He has humiliated us," she said.

She said she would "extend the hand of friendship" to Paula, but added: "The saddest thing is that Paula loved Jess Yates. If I were Paula I'd cling to him as a father and just never, ever think about Hughie Green."

Ms Plentl described Paula's mother as "absolutely despicable" for allowing her daughter to go through the pain of a DNA test.

Jess Yates died of a stroke at the age of 74 in 1993. He was dubbed `the Bishop' as presenter of the Stars on Sunday religious programme. 



Paula Yates in airport scuffle

The partner of Michael Hutchence, the Australian rock star who was found dead in Sydney on Saturday, has been involved in a scuffle with an airline official in Bangkok while on her way to attend the singer's funeral in Sydney.

The woman, Paula Yates, who was accompanied by the couple's sixteen-month-old daughter, entered the VIP lounge during a brief stopover at Bangkok airport.

According to a friend, Miss Yates became involved in an altercation with an airline official after he told her to reboard the plane.

He apparently then kicked Miss Yates, while she responded by throwing champagne at him.

The police were called, but Miss Yates was later allowed to proceed.

From the newsroom of the BBC World Service

Saturday 31 May 2014

Winds of Change and the New World Order

"There's a difference between having concern for conservation and for the preservation of the natural world, and being a Bunny-hugger" 

- Phillip Mountbatten 


"It is, as I have said, a special privilege for me to be here in 1960 when you are celebrating what I might call the golden wedding of the Union. At such a time it is natural and right that you should pause to take stock of your position, to look back at what you have achieved, to look forward to what lies ahead. In the fifty years of their nationhood the people of South Africa have built a strong economy founded upon a healthy agriculture and thriving and resilient industries.

No one could fail to be impressed with the immense material progress which has been achieved. That all this has been accomplished in so short a time is a striking testimony to the skill, energy and initiative of your people. We in Britain are proud of the contribution we have made to this remarkable achievement. Much of it has been financed by British capital. …
… As I've travelled around the Union I have found everywhere, as I expected, a deep preoccupation with what is happening in the rest of the African continent. I understand and sympathise with your interests in these events and your anxiety about them.
Ever since the break up of the Roman empire one of the constant facts of political life in Europe has been the emergence of independent nations. They have come into existence over the centuries in different forms, different kinds of government, but all have been inspired by a deep, keen feeling of nationalism, which has grown as the nations have grown.

In the twentieth century, and especially since the end of the war, the processes which gave birth to the nation states of Europe have been repeated all over the world. We have seen the awakening of national consciousness in peoples who have for centuries lived in dependence upon some other power. Fifteen years ago this movement spread through Asia. Many countries there, of different races and civilisations, pressed their claim to an independent national life.

Today the same thing is happening in Africa, and the most striking of all the impressions I have formed since I left London a month ago is of the strength of this African national consciousness. In different places it takes different forms, but it is happening everywhere.

The wind of change is blowing through this continent, and whether we like it or not, this growth of national consciousness is a political fact. We must all accept it as a fact, and our national policies must take account of it.

Well you understand this better than anyone, you are sprung from Europe, the home of nationalism, here in Africa you have yourselves created a free nation. A new nation. Indeed in the history of our times yours will be recorded as the first of the African nationalists. This tide of national consciousness which is now rising in Africa, is a fact, for which both you and we, and the other nations of the western world are ultimately responsible.

For its causes are to be found in the achievements of western civilisation, in the pushing forwards of the frontiers of knowledge, the applying of science to the service of human needs, in the expanding of food production, in the speeding and multiplying of the means of communication, and perhaps above all and more than anything else in the spread of education.

As I have said, the growth of national consciousness in Africa is a political fact, and we must accept it as such. That means, I would judge, that we've got to come to terms with it. I sincerely believe that if we cannot do so we may imperil the precarious balance between the East and West on which the peace of the world depends.

The world today is divided into three main groups. First there are what we call the Western Powers. You in South Africa and we in Britain belong to this group, together with our friends and allies in other parts of the Commonwealth. In the United States of America and in Europe we call it the Free World. Secondly there are the Communists – Russia and her satellites in Europe and China whose population will rise by the end of the next ten years to the staggering total of 800 million. Thirdly, there are those parts of the world whose people are at present uncommitted either to Communism or to our Western ideas. In this context we think first of Asia and then of Africa. As I see it the great issue in this second half of the twentieth century is whether the uncommitted peoples of Asia and Africa will swing to the East or to the West. Will they be drawn into the Communist camp? Or will the great experiments in self-government that are now being made in Asia and Africa, especially within the Commonwealth, prove so successful, and by their example so compelling, that the balance will come down in favour of freedom and order and justice? The struggle is joined, and it is a struggle for the minds of men. What is now on trial is much more than our military strength or our diplomatic and administrative skill. It is our way of life. The uncommitted nations want to see before they choose."