Well well well. It seems that one of the most famous fugitives in the world – Ghislaine Maxwell – was found living in his own house.
Yes. After at least a year of Where’s Wally-style intrigue as to her fate, the British socialite was found living a quiet life in a cheeky twist on the classic Dunroamin retirement chalet – a Hansel and Gretelish gaffe surrounded by wood and called Tuckedaway.
The nearest town is Bradford, New Hampshire, in the United States, where the 1600 residents were apparently oblivious to the presence of the woman described as the “fixer” of the pedophile Jeffrey Epstein and who is now herself accused of offenses. of sex trafficking.
And while residents likely used locks to clean kitchen cabinets and color-coded wardrobes, it appears that “Ghee-lan” could have alphabetized copies of Epstein’s sex tapes that she “backed down”. as collateral if the proverbial order hit the fan.
A source says: “If Ghislaine breaks down, she will take them with her. ”
Whatever Ms. Maxwell plans to do or say, it is suspected that the “sinister” metropolitan Brooklyn Detention Center, where she is currently being held, is probably the safest place for her.
Because, let’s face it, the mere suggestion of singing like a canary will be enough to cause a few sleepless nights in the McMansions of some super rich men who have enjoyed Epstein’s hospitality over the years.
Not to mention our own Prince Andrew who, although he was at “Pizza Express in Woking”, already looked like a worried soul when he crossed the Atlantic to, ahem, officially end his friendship with the man that he claims not to be close friends with.
He cannot in any case make such a claim about former friend Ghislaine, who, if various embarrassing photos are to be taken, maintained a very close friendship with the second son of the queen and brought all kinds of dubious types in its orbit.
The photo of her, Harvey Weinstein and Jeffrey Epstein at Princess Beatrice’s 18th birthday party is quite embarrassing for the monarchy.
INCREASED LEVELS OF EMBASSY
But this week, levels of embarrassment soared with a recently revealed image of her and disgraced actor Kevin Spacey sitting on the thrones of the Queen and Prince Philip at Buckingham Palace while making a wave royal. Oh dear.
Whatever the outcome of the FBI’s continued efforts to talk to Prince Andrew about his dealings with Epstein, this tawdry scandal highlights the dangers of being a prince without a wallet.
Andrew was often considered a “royal for sale” in super-rich circles where the dubious behavior of certain acquaintances has now dragged the monarchy into its mud.
This must surely prove a red flag for this other prince without a wallet – Harry – who, with his wife Meghan – has just signed for an American-speaking agency which, after the pandemic, will see them rub shoulders with those who can afford the big price of dollar bill.
They will need eyes on the back of their heads so that they do not find themselves laying next to someone who may eventually stand up and bite them.
Meanwhile, given their regular and very public annoyances over the desire for privacy, could their search for the perfect home finally be over?
I hear there is a great little place called Tuckedaway that may soon be back on the market.
Tawdry case for all
SINGER August Alsina claims that he had an affair with Jada Pinkett Smith and that her husband Will gave her his blessing.
The couple deny it, but in the past, Will admitted that their wedding vows didn’t include the bit “abandon everyone else” because: “You don’t avoid the natural. You are going to be attracted to people. “
According to August, the couple have now moved from marriage to “life partnership,” which, if their claims are true, clearly means that they can sleep with other people.
So why don’t they just make a Gwynnie and Chris and consciously dissociate before consciously reconnecting with someone else? The mind becomes confused.
August says of the Smiths: “I love these people like my family.”
Hmmm. Something tells me that the feeling might not be mutual.
A FRIEND whose wedding is scheduled for October is currently in turmoil over whether to postpone it due to the 30-guest rule.
A difficult decision that will involve weeks of reorganization and significant financial losses.
And one of them became even more maddening at the sight of the hundreds of revelers played by jowls piled up in London’s Soho on Saturday evening with apparently little concern or consequence from the authorities.
If pubs can be crowded, then why not weddings?
It sounds like romance
On our wedding day just over 18 years ago, The Bloke gave me a job.
To bring his cassette of the superb classic of Ennio Morricone (deceased Monday), Chi Mai, to play during the ceremony.
Dear reader, I forgot it.
But the registrar said, “Don’t worry, we have music” and, as I walked over to my future husband in the context of Michael Ball’s Love Ball Everything, his first words to me on our special day were: “I’m going to kill you. ”
Who says romance is dead?
welcome to our world
The actor Idris Elba says that his parents led him to think that if he wanted success, “you have to be twice as good as the white man”.
Join the club, Idris mate.
This is the mantra with which most women over the age of 40 have grown up.
A life of dogs
DURING the recent heat wave, I went online to buy a paddling pool.
The sun has not appeared since.
So the only one who shows a tendency to enter is the dog – which means that by the time the weather improves (if at all), his claws will probably have jumped him anyway.
Bernie against the clock
BERNIE ECCLESTONE welcomed their fourth child – and their first son – at the age of 89.
He even suggested that he and his wife Fabiana, 44, might try another.
“I want to stay as long as possible,” says the former boss of Formula 1.
While one can only admire such a gung-ho attitude from a person on the verge of becoming a nonagenarian, what really comes to his mind when he looks through windows of her baby’s pure and currently intact soul?
There is no guarantee in life, of course, but being a parent makes us very aware of our own fallibility and the intense responsibility of staying in the moments.
This is certainly something that I thought about for a long time before trying to have a baby in my early 40s.
I did the math – 46 when they start elementary school, 53 when they start high school, 60 when they start high school 18 and kindness knows how old they are when they have their own children.
Unfortunately, however you cut and dice it, Bernie’s math won’t get him past elementary school.
BOOKING a holiday right now is like playing.
Every year we cross the Channel to stay with a friend (you never know how many friends you have until you buy a house in France), but stupid quarantine rules kept us from booking a flight.
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THE SUN SAYS
Andrew no longer has a choice – he must make a full sworn statement to the FBI
Then, when it was announced that an “airlift” could emerge, I decided to take a punt and book anyway – a risk that paid off when, a week later, France has been designated as one of the destinations where quarantine measures are no longer applied.
Phew. However, the rental car that cost us £ 340 for a fortnight last year now costs £ 515.
With that and the reported “convocation tax” applied by some bars and restaurants, this is going to be an expensive summer for anyone venturing into foreign climates.
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