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‘Free The Nipple’: U.K. “Daily Mail” Being Too Coy With Nude & Elephants Pictures.

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by Anura Guruge

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Click here for the U.K. ‘Daily Mail‘ original, with a lot of pictures.

Click on the 2 images below to ENLARGE and read here.


Why do this?

Pixelating the nipples just draws attention. IF they were NOT pixelated you would not even have noticed?


British tabloids, as I show right below, have been publishing full-frontal topless pictures, the iconic ‘Page 3’, for 44 years!

This is crazy. This is 2015. Why this pretense?

And then there is this from January 22, 2015. Click here for original.
The Sun” still prints its iconic Topless Page 3 girls
as they have done for 44 years.


Click to ENLARGE and read here. Use link above to access “Irish Times” original.

In that same edition, i.e., today’s, they also had these two stories. So it isn’t as if they don’t go looking for topless/nude stories. I have no problem with that. BUT don’t print the story and pictures and then pixelate the images. There is no need.

The Privacy Of The British Royals Are Frequently Violated, Often Unbeknownst To Them.

Anura Guruge, laughing, picture November 16, 2011.

by Anura Guruge

Her Majesty’s Yacht, HMY Britannia, the (former) Royal Yacht the scene of this purported gross invasion of Royal privacy.

Boris, the Mayor Of London

All of the ongoing, possibly even escalating, flap, unnecessary and unbecoming about Kate Middleton’s topless pictures reminded me of this story which graphically illustrates that privacy is not something that Royals can enjoy even in the sanctity of the bathrooms in their own private yacht.

As I said yesterday, they should let this matter drop. It is done. The pictures are out. I could be wrong, but in my opinion these pictures, perfectly normal, nothing immoral, have in NO WAY diminished the respect, affection, admiration and affinity that the British people have for their Duchess of Cambridge. I, as a Brit, am not phased one iota. Good for you Kate. You did nothing wrong. Now lets move on. If the Palace has problems just letting this drop, here is my advise (as a fairly savvy spinmeister). Call up Boris Johnson, the irrepressible Mayor of London, who put Mitt Romney in his place, and get Boris to make a few pithy statements on behalf of the Commonwealth reiterating that all is well with Kate. It is but sour grapes for the French and Italians. They no longer have Royals. As a Brit, I will gladly tell them: ‘if you are that desperate to have a gander at the boobs of OUR ROYALS go ahead, get an eyeful, because we really do have some good looking Princesses‘. Subject closed.

This is a story about the Queen [i.e., Queen Elizabeth II of the U.K.], her Yacht, HMY Britannia, the stewardesses that worked on that yacht, and something very, very, private and personal to the Queen.

This is a TRUE STORY as far as I am concerned in that I heard it being told, at least twice, to a group of people, in a social gathering [i.e., a pub], by the supposed protagonist’s daughter, a well-grounded, responsible IBM employee, who was probably in her late 20s at the time. Since it is not exactly flattering to her mother, I cannot visualize her making it up. There was no need. This was not a ‘tall story’ competition or people trying to ‘show off’. This was her, at the urging of others, telling us, her co-workers about her mother’s life and career as a permanent stewardess on the HMY Britannia. Some of the folks knew her mother. So, I have to assume that this story is true.

Until today I had never even thought about Googling this. Today, with some trepidation (since even I have some thresholds despite my reputation for being willing to go where others fear) I did. If YOU are going to Google it you might have to think about the appropriate terminology to use. Start with ‘celebrities’. Experiment with words. Slang helps. I even got a listing from ebay for the Queen’s ….! Yikes.

This story deals with delicate subject matter. So I am going to tread carefully and use euphemisms. I am not going to spell out the words or be crude in anyway. Use your imagination, read between the lines.

As somebody who wrote his first book 29 years ago, I consider myself by nature and profession to be a raconteur; a teller of stories. Hence why I know that I must relate this story at this time. Bear with me. I am doing MY JOB.

Hursley House, the focal point of the IBM Labs. Hursley complex at which I worked. The famed British SPITFIRE was designed in this building. Yes, I have been in most of the rooms. Some of them, including the ‘Wedgewood Room’, with Wedgewood china embedded in the walls, are classrooms.

I worked for IBM (UK) from 1974 to 1979 at their picturesque laboratories in Hursley, Hampshire, U.K. During my last 2 years with them I worked in ‘Special Engineering’ – a cadre of about 60, in our own concrete building, tasked with creating customized products for the European IBM customers. The mother of one of the administrators in ‘Spec. Eng.’ worked as a permanent, stewardess on the Britannia, and had for many, many years.

IBM Hursley was a fun place, noted for its leisurely pub lunches. As can be imagined, every once in awhile folks would ask this administrator to tell them stories about her mother and the Britannia. In this context I heard this story at least twice.

Her mother along with two or three others were responsible, on a rotating shift, 24×7, to be in attendance of the Queen’s private rooms. Each and every time the Queen or her husband (Prince Phillip) used the bathroom they had to go in, check it, clean it and put it ‘back together’.

As the story went, all the stewardesses did something, without fail, when they entered the bathroom. They checked the seat. They all carried a small metal pill box in their aprons. IF they found what they were looking for on the seat they delicately plucked it up and put in their ‘trophy’ tin. They did this each and every day.

When they got back to port they sold it!

This was way before the Internet, let alone ebay or Craig’s List. So I assume there were dealers that met with the staff to trade in these and other trophies. The mind boggles.

Today, as I stated earlier, I Googled this market — for celebrities in general, rather than the Queen per se (keeping in mind that ‘modern’ practices among ‘young’ celebrities might make this a very SCARCE commodity).

An Epilogue
In 1995 or 1996, I was speaking at the then mandatory, ultra-lavish, way-over-the-top Sales Conferences that the then loaded networking companies used to hold — before the dot.com bust. This Sales Conference for a very large vendor was at the all Green MGM Grand at Vegas. Since I had a reputation of being a comedian that can keep people awake, I was given the first-presentation of the morning, breakfast slot — with instructions to get them going because they were all going to be hungover. Those days I still used 35 mm slides for my presentations. Since these had to be loaded into a carousel (or two) and the way they were loaded depended on whether it was forward or rear projection, I would typically arrive 90 minutes ahead of my slot — perfect, presentations being another trademark of mine.

So I get to the huge banquet hall, in one of the lower floors of the MGM, quite early in the morning. Only the set up crew is there. But, I could detect a palpable buzz. Some of the young ladies were very excited. It must be one face, but women talk to me and tell me all sorts of stuff. Well, they told me why they were so giddy. Barbra Streisand had performed there the night before (though I was unaware of that; checking in late that night). They had setup a private backstage suite for her — which was right across from where we were setting up. Some of these girls had camped out till the wee hours of the morning until the concert was over and everybody had left. Then they had run across to the bathroom that had been used by Barbra. Enough said.

The iconic, Supermarine SPITFIRE of WW II, designed in Hursley House — where there was a model of the Spitfire and a plaque to commemorate its roots.

There Should Be No Big Deal About The Kate Middleton, Duchess of Cambridge, Topless Pictures.

Anura Guruge, laughing, picture November 16, 2011.

by Anura Guruge

A Link for those that really, really want to see the French pictures
— though there is a good chance that this site (referred to by the link) might get taken down.

The news of this, being reported breathlessly by a female CNN anchor, was the first thing I heard this morning when Deanna woke me up. I had to laugh. What is the BIG deal (and I not sure she is particularly big in that department to begin with).

As a Brit, who has visited European beaches with British women, and is now living in New Hampshire, I feel compelled to comment on this because I do have first hand experience.

European beaches have been topless for as long as I know. Going topless was not that common in Britain, even in the 80s, though I don’t think there were any ordinances against it, and yes, you certainly would see topless women when you least expected them. So in the 80s British women faced a dilemma when they were in Europe. Most succinctly put, keeping a top on made one more conspicuous than not having one. Unless you have been to a European beach you can’t really visualize it. We are talking thousands of topless women, acres of them. As I used to say: ‘once you seen your first 10,000 boobs they all look the same’; and you could see 10,000 in a day in Europe (i.e., just 5,000 women).

I have, and never have, had any problems or issues with boobs. Perfectly natural, and unless you were amazingly deprived, every kid should have seen at least one set of breasts as a child; and I am a huge believer in babies being breast fed (though Teischan’s penchant for it even when she was 27 months tested even my will).

So, it is the Duchess’ prerogative. We all know she has them. Yes, she will be my Queen, though possibly not in my lifetime. That she has exposed her breasts, in ‘private’, does not phase me. When in Europe, do as the Romans do. They know what technology can do. So they took a risk. All fine. All good. All very British.

What puzzles me is the supposed reaction by her and the Palace. They should have all laughed it off. What is the big deal. She is a modern British woman, and in my experience most British women when in Europe experiment with going topless. So, I have no issues. She has in no way offended me.

I have never understood the American aversion to the public display of breast. There was a time I used to visit Waikiki Beach, in Hawaii, on a regular basis — initially on business trips. I like Waikiki Beach; it was, in the late 1980s, nearest thing in the U.S. to an European beach. It would crack me up as to the trouble and expense that women went to so as to still cover their breast but expose as much of them as they could. It was crazy; if you are showing so much just go topless.

In Britain I grew up with the famous Page 3 topless picture, Monday to Friday, in the tabloid ‘The Sun‘. I didn’t use to buy ‘The Sun‘ or have it delivered. I was a ‘Daily Mail‘ man. But, if I was somewhere and saw a Sun, I would open it up and look at Page 3. It was the British thing to do. Kids would see it. Their parents would read ‘The Sun’. It was available at libraries and was widely read by teachers in school. I really do not think we lost the Empire because of ‘The Sun’ page 3. There was a time I used to go back to Britain quite frequently. During my first two years in the U.S., as part of my job (given that I was here with a British company), I was allowed to go back as often as I wanted — plus I used to do seminars in Europe. On those trips I would collect copies of the Sun and bring it back for Americans. There was at least one devout Catholic, who went to Mass 3 times a week, who got addicted to my Suns. As soon as I would get back he would say: Did you bring back some papers for me?

Do not see what the big deal is. Upsets me when I hear about women breastfeeding getting harassed.

That Laconia, which is so proud of its ‘Bike Week’, outlawed ‘flashing’ to me is un-American and a violation of NH’s ‘Live Free or Die‘! Flashing is such an integral part of a Bike Week. Yes, I remember when flashing was permitted. I have also seen flashing when it was not permitted. One Sunday, possibly 1999, I was taking the kids (then 10 and 7) to see Bike Week (which we did on a regular basis) — driving by car from Laconia to Weirs on the side of Paugus Bay. Tons of traffic and we were crawling along. The kids, per the rules, were in the back. There was a red pickup truck directly in front of us. Two girls in the back … with bales of hay for their comfort. They flashed constantly. At least 20 times. The kids never noticed! No big deal.

So, Kate … no problem. Go for it.