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Princess Diana recollected: ‘I left heydays in 1997 ‘ – BBC News

Image copyright Phil Coomes Image caption Jason and Tasha, from Australia, travelled to Kensington Palace to lay a single white-hot rose

Bunches of blooms and handwritten memoranda to “our queen of hearts” have been laid by well-wishers at the doors of Diana’s former residence, Kensington Palace, for the 20 th commemoration of her death.

A large-scale banner strewn in all the regions of the palace’s Golden Gates reads: “2 0 years today, we remember the people’s princess” and despite the rainwater, there is a steady seep of beings arriving to leave tributes.

It is a more softened occasion than in 1997, when a ocean of flowers organized outside the barriers after Diana’s death.

It was a moment when much of the two countries seemed united in grief – a epoch that her sons, Prince William and Prince Harry, have said they struggled to understand.

But the end of August ratings two decades since the princess died in a automobile clang in Paris, spurring some people to pay their respects once more.

In word-paintings: Diana, Princess of Wales

“I followed her life and felt like I has actually relate to her, ” says Tasha Jane, who has come to London from Australia to lay a single white rose, 20 years after she firstly laid buds outside the princess’s London residence.

“It seemed like a fitting tribute, like the hymn, ” says Tasha, referring to the opening wires of Elton John’s Candle in the Wind, which was rewritten in 1997 with the lines: “Goodbye England’s rose, may you ever ripen in our hearts”.

Image caption Twenty years ago, the barriers of Kensington Palace were surrounded by honours

Tasha, a educator from Melbourne, and her collaborator Jason Crane, are also travelling to Paris to lay heydays in Diana’s memory. In France’s capital, the Flame of Liberty statue has become an unofficial monumental to the princess.

“She was such a enjoyable, beautiful party, and a humanitarian, ” Tasha says. “I teach teens and the anniversary has got a new generation very interested in her life.”

Tasha lived in London in the 1990 s, and recollects Kensington Palace in the days after Diana’s death as like a “fairyland”.

“When I was here before, the salutes precisely developed and originated,[ there used to be] placards and heightens as far as you could see, ” she says.

Jason, whose leader is from the UK, says he remembers Diana as “very glamorous – but with a mischievous side”, and says he feels it is important to remember the princess for her donation work.

‘Filled with sunshine’

Huddled under an umbrella with a cluster of sunflowers is Kareen, a teaching assistant from Tonbridge in Kent, who along with her spouse Paul, from east London, recently laid tributes to Diana in Paris.

The couple say they feel a personal connection to the princess, because they met on the day she marriage Prince Charles, on 29 July 1981.

“Our anniversary is the same day as Diana’s wedding – we met at a garden-variety party in 1981, ” says Kareen.

“It’s been an psychological couple of weeks, with all these programmes about Diana.”

Image copyright Phil Coomes Image caption Paul and Kareen left sunflowers for the princess, and lately went to Paris to leave a eulogy

Today, large-scale public displays of mourning are not able to seem uncommon, as terror attacks in London and Manchester describe beings out onto the streets, but the public reaction to Diana’s death was largely unprecedented.

Paul withdraws his “disbelief” at meeting audience of parties laying heydays outside the palace in 1997. “People were destroyed, ” he says.

“I should have brought roses – white-hot lifts, ” Paul adds, as he lays the sunflowers. “Diana was a person who was filled with sunshine so perhaps it is fitting.”

Angela Silva, 66, has briefly left her London restaurant to leave a bunch of coloured climbs, “not as big as the bouquet I left before, 20 years ago, ” she says.

“I certainly did expect more people supposed to be here, maybe more will come in the afternoon, ” she adds.

Image copyright Phil Coomes
Image copyright Phil Coomes

Twenty years ago, Angela was among more than one million people who strung the route of Diana’s funeral cortege from Kensington Palace to Westminster Abbey.

“I bided all nighttime to be at the front, there used to be thousands of beings, ” she says.

Image copyright Phil Coomes Image caption Angela Silva says she was “surprised” that few people had left Diana tributes

She says her grandchildren – aged nine, 10 and 14 – all wanted to come with her but she told them to stay home because of the bad weather.

“They adoration Diana, ” she says. “I envision she still has gist for young people, a lot of their parents will have told them about her and what she did.”

‘Grandma Diana’

The palace and circumventing Hyde Park is a popular sightseer end, and various passers-by pause by the barriers to read the eulogies.

One man hurriedly leaves a knot of roses, saying only: “She was a lovely lady.”

Above the flowers, a rain-spattered flag proves pictures of Diana with her sons and the words: “Grandma Diana … Love always”.

A smudged observe, signed by the Gould family, from Egham in Surrey, reads: “Still not forgotten after 20 years”, while another letter is indicated that her “two boys are like you in so many ways”.

Behind the closed doors are newly-planted gardens, which have been filled with Diana’s favourite blooms: white-hot develops, scented narcissi and a carpet of forget-me-nots.

Her sons William and Harry, and the Duchess of Cambridge, have visited the White Garden, which has been changed for the anniversary, in their own private tribute to the mother that so many strangers remain anxious to remember.

Image copyright Getty Images Image caption Kate, William and Harry have visited the newly-planted Kensington Palace garden-varieties

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12 Emergency Responders Reveal The Weirdest Calls They’ve Ever Gotten


Being an emergency responder is an important job that doesn’t get enough respect.

From the EMS workers to the 9-1-1 operators, these are the people who keep us safe in moments of crisis. But beyond crisis, they also have to deal with the truly absurd on a daily basis. Usually those things are your average daily caller or grandma who doesn’t want people on her lawn, but what about the really insane calls?

Someone on Reddit asked first responders to tell the story of their weirdest calls, and they’re pretty amazing. Here are 12 of the best.

1. “911, what’s your emergency?” “There’s a pig in the road. A big one.” “Sir where are you?” “At the stoplight. It’s the biggest damn pig I have ever seen. Get someone here now!” (One stoplight town, the bar is near the intersection.) “How big is the pig?” “About the size of a Volkswagen?” “How much have you had to drink?” “I’m not fucking drunk! It’s a giant pig the size of a small car! What is wrong with you people?” Officers show up to find a full grown hippo that had escaped from the local wild animal park. — neinta

2. I answered the phone and gave my usual, “911, do you need Police, Fire, or Ambulance? ” and the person on the other end just started screaming, “BEEEEEEEEEEEEES!! BEEEEEEES!!” I assumed that the bees were neither mugging him nor on fire, so I put it through to ambulance because what the fuck even. — CL_Adept

3. A family member was working in an emergency room and said the following case came in about a month ago: A guy got high on PCP. Suddenly thinks “hmm, I’m a bit hungry and would like to have some eggs.” Proceeds to cut out one of his testicles and fry it in a frying pan. His girlfriend walks in while he’s doing that and goes “WHAT THE HELL?!” at which point he’s like, “oh, whoops, sorry” and tries to put his fried testicle back in his scrotum. Then he was in the hospital. I don’t know the result, but I can guess. — funny_funny_business

4. EMS responds to a call where a man reported having MULTIPLE potatoes stuck up his rectum/colon. Not red potatoes, those big brown suckers. The kicker: “I was washing my potatoes in the shower when I slipped and fell and all the potatoes went up there.” — HonestWill

5. My dad called 911 late one night to report hitting a 6 foot tall chicken while driving and running off into the ditch. He had just crashed his car and his voice was a bit shaky on the phone, so the operator asked him to repeat himself a couple of times and then promised to send someone to help. The first cop on scene got out of his car with a breathalyzer in hand. By the time he got to the back of my dad’s car, he was laughing hysterically over his radio telling people that it wasn’t a DUI call; my dad actually did hit a 6 foot tall chicken. And that’s the story about the night my dad and all the local cops learned about emu farming. — KeithCarter4897

6. I once dispatched a helicopter for a woman gored by a reindeer. Apparently there is a reindeer farm for tourists and she tried to kiss it. My pilot and flight crew laughed at the MOI and asked three times to repeat. — stanislawa

7. Not me, but my dad works in an emergency room, and one time he had to treat someone who had been attacked by an owl. The owl was unconscious on the side of the road, and she thought it was dead. Because she didn’t want the children on the school bus to see the dead owl, she decided the best course of action would be to put the owl in the back of her car. Unfortunately the owl wasn’t dead. It woke up and attacked her. — PancakeDictator

8. Not me, but my cousin. She had this lady who would call regularly and often make up stories, most likely due to loneliness, but they still had to send someone out every time. So one day when they got a call from her they figured it would be another one of those calls. Cousin: “911, what’s your emergency?” Her: “There’s a lion in my living room.” Cousin: “There’s a lion in your living room? What’s it doing?” Her: Pauses to ask it what it was doing “I don’t know, just standing there. Can you send someone over?” Turned out there actually was a lion cub in her living room that had escaped from a circus or something nearby. — SaturnOrchidDragon

9. We got a call from a woman having severe abdominal pains. Simple enough. We ask the normal questions, “are you feeling faint”, “are you vomiting blood”, stuff like that. Then we asked if it was traumatic or not. “Well…” She eventually tells us that she had a tampon stuck inside of her for more than 20 days, and she thinks that might be why she’s hurting. — 911ChickenMan

10. She got a call that a guy and his roommate were doing drugs. Heroin. And the caller’s friend overdosed. So this absolute MENSA hooks up a couple wires to the inside of a toaster, turns the toaster on, and attaches the wires to his unconscious friend’s testicles. Honestly, not sure if it successfully electrocuted the unconscious guy, but the caller definitely seemed to think it would wake his friend up. My mother in law’s response? “Sir, please don’t do that again.” — glory_of_the_waffle

11. Caller says her crazy roommate is losing her shit, has a knife, and is screaming and trying to break stuff in the house. Caller is locked in her bedroom with a surprisingly calm attitude, noting that roommate is nuts and this isn’t that unusual. Responders are pretty far out, so I stay on the phone. Suddenly, I hear loud banging, sounds of a verbal, tussling. I try to get my caller’s attention again, while noting what I can overhear in the call notes. Caller gets back on the line and says the roommate had cut up her own arms/hands, busted in my caller’s bedroom door, and smeared blood all over the caller. Then the roommate left to room to also call 911 so she could claim my caller had intentionally attacked her. — Tinkermonkeybuns

12. Screaming lady caller: “HE’S THROWING THE CAR THING AT MEEEEEE!” It was a hubcap. — unicyclemaverick

Read more: http://www.viralnova.com/weird-911-calls/

The Most Secure Account of All–If You Can Put It


There was a time when high-status people signaled their value with an ostentatious key fob for the purposes of an expensive automobile. Today the keyring of an important person–or at the least a manic one–might be distinguished by a less obvious marker: a pair of inconspicuous plastic dongles that keep an inbox full of secrets worth keeping.

In October Google announced a feature called Advanced Protection, a insurance adjusting designed to offer its strongest care yet against any hackers who would try to break into your Google account and access your email, reports, calendar, and every other slouse of sensitive knowledge you entrust to Google’s servers. It’s possibly the most secure authentication implemented by any tech conglomerate for any online software, and, short of hosting everything on your own network and a crew of security interests operators to patrol it, Advanced Protection is the best alternative out there.

But it’s certainly not the easiest. Unlike some other security settings Google presents, Advanced Protection can’t be turned on with a merely move of a switching. The security-to-convenience ratio is almost certainly higher than you’re are applied to. But if you need to keep your secrets actually secret–and doubt someone might be after them–it’s your best mainstream bet. Here’s how it works in practice.

The Setup Takes Work…

To turn on Advanced Protection, you two are is a requirement to own two minuscule devices that you’ll have to keep with you at all times–or at least any time you want to log into your Google account from a new device. You’ll connect those so-called universal two-factor( U2F) protection clues to your computer or smartphone to prove your identity after enrolling your password.

Advanced Protection necessary one USB-based key for desktop computers and one Bluetooth key fob for smartphones or other devices without a USB port. Together they represent the fundamental insurance proposition of Advanced Protection: that nobody can log into your account without one of those two physical machines in their possession.

Google recommends you buy keys from a company called Feitian, like this $17 USB example and this $24.99 Bluetooth form. But Google Advanced Protection will work with any U2F keys from any make, as long as it’s approved by the FIDO Alliance, an online authentication standards group.

After you’ve got your hands on those hardware tokens, click on My Account in any Google service from your desktop computer, then Sign-In and Security, then Advanced Protection. Google will tread you through a series of teaches that first ask you to enter your password, then register each physical key.

Advanced Protection expects sacrifices.

To do so, you’ll insert the USB key, then plug the Bluetooth token into the USB port with a line. Formerly you’ve set up the second key and enabled Advanced Protection, you’ll be automatically logged out of your Google services on every computer other than the one you’re currently applying. To log back in to any of those machines–your smartphone, first of all–you’ll need to connect those clues, either by setting the USB token or pairing the Bluetooth token and pressing its button.

On an iPhone, that Bluetooth connection asks setting Google’s password manager, Smart Lock, which then manages the phone’s wireless authentication with the key. Android designs have Smart Lock built in. In WIRED’s tests, the iOS radio handshake “couldve been” finicky and inaccurate. In one case, it required more than a dozen tries before it successfully connected and unlocked a Gmail account from mobile. Luckily, you exclusively have to show to any device you own once; from there, you can choose to designate it as yours and skip the two-step log-in process going forward.

…But It Gets the Job Done

Advanced Protection demands sacrifices beyond merely setup impediments. It only works with Chrome. It doesn’t allow non-Google apps to access Google accounts, so you won’t be able to use plug-ins that access your Gmail meanings or export your Gmail to another client. And perhaps most intimidating: If you lose both your hardware tokens and is a requirement to log in again, you’re in tribulation. Advanced Protection requires a much more rigorous chronicle retrieval process than normal histories do–starting with a 3-5 era “cooling off” period that locks you out of your account.

But those draconian sets serve a purpose. They obligate phishing much harder, and would even have prevented the various kinds of sophisticated phishing scheme that used a Google Doc to trick users into installing a malicious third-party application last May. And stimulating it hard and slow to recuperate your account by pleading for help from Google’s help desk simply intends hackers will have a hard, slow occasion struggling an end-run around Advanced Protection.

Even so, it’s important to remember that you won’t to protect against Google itself seeing your information–or any person who is manages to breach Google’s servers, or sides the company a legal needs to cough up your data. If that annoys you, you’ll still need to use encryption–namely PGP, since newer and easier solutions like Enigmail and Mailvelope aren’t consistent with Advance Protection.

The result of all of those inconveniences, nonetheless, is that anyone trying to break into an report secured by Advanced Protection is going to have a serious mountain to climb–one steeper, we hope, than the discovering swerve you’ll look defining it up and using it yourself.

The Wired Guide to Digital Security

More Tips for Public Chassis: After you’ve signed up for Google Advanced Protection, encrypt everything, take a tour of Tor, and distribute physical measures to increase your digital security.

: After you’ve signed up for Google Advanced Protection, encrypt everything, take a tour of Tor, and distribute physical appraises

Tips for Regular Customers( the Hackers are Still Curving): Master passwords, lock down your smartphone, keep yourself fasten from phishers, know how to deal with getting doxed, and, if “youve had” minors, keep them safe online.

: Master passwords, lock down your smartphone, keep yourself lock from phishers, know how to deal with get doxed, and, if “youve had” boys, keep them safe online

Professionals Are After You. Era to Get Serious: If you think they’re onto you, remove the mic from your designs, find bugs, and( worst case scenario) dive down the paranoia rabbithole.

26 Of The Absolute Worst Home To Sext Your Bae


A woman recentlygot in a auto gate-crashbecause she was trying to send a topless picture to her lover while driving.

Although she did make it out alive, she patently could have been seriously throbbed during the incident. Not to mention, her dignity and dignity have certainly taken asevere beatingafter the whole ordeal.Poor girl.

( That voices sarcastic, but Im being serious I actually feel bad for the purposes of our girlfriend .)

I feel it is now my civic duty to save any future sexting associated accidents by alerting you guys of the WORST PLACES TO SEXT, whether it be due to physical or social harm.

Shall we? DO NOT SEXT while

1. Driving your car.

Um, did you not read the intro? ITS DANGEROUS.

Portugals radical drugs policy is working. Why hasnt the world copied it?


The long read: Since it decriminalised all drugs in 2001, Portugal has seen dramatic drops in overdoses, HIV infection and drug-related crime

When the drugs came, they hit all at once. It was the 80s, and by the time one in 10 people had slipped into the depths of heroin use bankers, university students, carpenters, socialites, miners Portugal was in a state of panic.

lvaro Pereira was working as a family doctor in Olho in southern Portugal. People were injecting themselves in the street, in public squares, in gardens, he told me. At that time, not a day passed when there wasnt a robbery at a local business, or a mugging.

The crisis began in the south. The 80s were a prosperous time in Olho, a fishing town 31 miles west of the Spanish border. Coastal waters filled fishermens nets from the Gulf of Cdiz to Morocco, tourism was growing, and currency flowed throughout the southern Algarve region. But by the end of the decade, heroin began washing up on Olhos shores. Overnight, Pereiras beloved slice of the Algarve coast became one of the drug capitals of Europe: one in every 100 Portuguese was battling a problematic heroin addiction at that time, but the number was even higher in the south. Headlines in the local press raised the alarm about overdose deaths and rising crime. The rate of HIV infection in Portugal became the highest in the European Union. Pereira recalled desperate patients and families beating a path to his door, terrified, bewildered, begging for help. I got involved, he said, only because I was ignorant.

In truth, there was a lot of ignorance back then. Forty years of authoritarian rule under the regime established by Antnio Salazar in 1933 had suppressed education, weakened institutions and lowered the school-leaving age, in a strategy intended to keep the population docile. The country was closed to the outside world; people missed out on the experimentation and mind-expanding culture of the 1960s. When the regime ended abruptly in a military coup in 1974, Portugal was suddenly opened to new markets and influences. Under the old regime, Coca-Cola was banned and owning a cigarette lighter required a licence. When marijuana and then heroin began flooding in, the country was utterly unprepared.

Pereira tackled the growing wave of addiction the only way he knew how: one patient at a time. A student in her 20s who still lived with her parents might have her family involved in her recovery; a middle-aged man, estranged from his wife and living on the street, faced different risks and needed a different kind of support. Pereira improvised, calling on institutions and individuals in the community to lend a hand.

In 2001, nearly two decades into Pereiras accidental specialisation in addiction, Portugal became the first country to decriminalise the possession and consumption of all illicit substances. Rather than being arrested, those caught with a personal supply might be given a warning, a small fine, or told to appear before a local commission a doctor, a lawyer and a social worker about treatment, harm reduction, and the support services that were available to them.

The opioid crisis soon stabilised, and the ensuing years saw dramatic drops in problematic drug use, HIV and hepatitis infection rates, overdose deaths, drug-related crime and incarceration rates. HIV infection plummeted from an all-time high in 2000 of 104.2 new cases per million to 4.2 cases per million in 2015. The data behind these changes has been studied and cited as evidence by harm-reduction movements around the globe. Its misleading, however, to credit these positive results entirely to a change in law.

Portugals remarkable recovery, and the fact that it has held steady through several changes in government including conservative leaders who would have preferred to return to the US-style war on drugs could not have happened without an enormous cultural shift, and a change in how the country viewed drugs, addiction and itself. In many ways, the law was merely a reflection of transformations that were already happening in clinics, in pharmacies and around kitchen tables across the country. The official policy of decriminalisation made it far easier for a broad range of services (health, psychiatry, employment, housing etc) that had been struggling to pool their resources and expertise, to work together more effectively to serve their communities.

The language began to shift, too. Those who had been referred to sneeringly as drogados (junkies) became known more broadly, more sympathetically, and more accurately, as people who use drugs or people with addiction disorders. This, too, was crucial.

It is important to note that Portugal stabilised its opioid crisis, but it didnt make it disappear. While drug-related death, incarceration and infection rates plummeted, the country still had to deal with the health complications of long-term problematic drug use. Diseases including hepatitis C, cirrhosis and liver cancer are a burden on a health system that is still struggling to recover from recession and cutbacks. In this way, Portugals story serves as a warning of challenges yet to come.

Despite enthusiastic international reactions to Portugals success, local harm-reduction advocates have been frustrated by what they see as stagnation and inaction since decriminalisation came into effect. They criticise the state for dragging its feet on establishing supervised injection sites and drug consumption facilities; for failing to make the anti-overdose medication naloxone more readily available; for not implementing needle-exchange programmes in prisons. Where, they ask, is the courageous spirit and bold leadership that pushed the country to decriminalise drugs in the first place?

In the early days of Portugals panic, when Pereiras beloved Olho began falling apart in front of him, the states first instinct was to attack. Drugs were denounced as evil, drug users were demonised, and proximity to either was criminally and spiritually punishable. The Portuguese government launched a series of national anti-drug campaigns that were less Just Say No and more Drugs Are Satan.

Informal treatment approaches and experiments were rushed into use throughout the country, as doctors, psychiatrists, and pharmacists worked independently to deal with the flood of drug-dependency disorders at their doors, sometimes risking ostracism or arrest to do what they believed was best for their patients.

In 1977, in the north of the country, psychiatrist Eduno Lopes pioneered a methadone programme at the Centro da Boavista in Porto. Lopes was the first doctor in continental Europe to experiment with substitution therapy, flying in methadone powder from Boston, under the auspices of the Ministry of Justice, rather than the Ministry of Health. His efforts met with a vicious public backlash and the disapproval of his peers, who considered methadone therapy nothing more than state-sponsored drug addiction.

In Lisbon, Odette Ferreira, an experienced pharmacist and pioneering HIV researcher, started an unofficial needle-exchange programme to address the growing Aids crisis. She received death threats from drug dealers, and legal threats from politicians. Ferreira who is now in her 90s, and still has enough swagger to carry off long fake eyelashes and red leather at a midday meeting started giving away clean syringes in the middle of Europes biggest open-air drug market, in the Casal Ventoso neighbourhood of Lisbon. She collected donations of clothing, soap, razors, condoms, fruit and sandwiches, and distributed them to users. When dealers reacted with hostility, she snapped back: Dont mess with me. You do your job, and Ill do mine. She then bullied the Portuguese Association of Pharmacies into running the countrys and indeed the worlds first national needle-exchange programme.

A flurry of expensive private clinics and free, faith-based facilities emerged, promising detoxes and miracle cures, but the first public drug-treatment centre run by the Ministry of Health the Centro das Taipas in Lisbon did not begin operating until 1987. Strapped for resources in Olho, Pereira sent a few patients for treatment, although he did not agree with the abstinence-based approach used at Taipas. First you take away the drug, and then, with psychotherapy, you plug up the crack, said Pereira. There was no scientific evidence to show that this would work and it didnt.

He also sent patients to Lopess methadone programme in Porto, and found that some responded well. But Porto was at the other end of the country. He wanted to try methadone for his patients, but the Ministry of Health hadnt yet approved it for use. To get around that, Pereira sometimes asked a nurse to sneak methadone to him in the boot of his car.

Pereiras work treating patients for addiction eventually caught the attention of the Ministry of Health. They heard there was a crazy man in the Algarve who was working on his own, he said, with a slow smile. Now 68, he is sprightly and charming, with an athletic build, thick and wavy white hair that bounces when he walks, a gravelly drawl and a bottomless reserve of warmth. They came down to find me at the clinic and proposed that I open a treatment centre, he said. He invited a colleague from at a family practice in the next town over to join him a young local doctor named Joo Goulo.

Goulo was a 20-year-old medical student when he was offered his first hit of heroin. He declined because he didnt know what it was. By the time he finished school, got his licence and began practising medicine at a health centre in the southern city of Faro, it was everywhere. Like Pereira, he accidentally ended up specialising in treating drug addiction.

A nurse hands out methadone to addicts in Lisbon. Photograph: Horacio Villalobos/Corbis via Getty Images

The two young colleagues joined forces to open southern Portugals first CAT in 1988. (These kinds of centres have used different names and acronyms over the years, but are still commonly referred to as Centros de Atendimento a Toxicodependentes, or CATs.) Local residents were vehemently opposed, and the doctors were improvising treatments as they went along. The following month, Pereira and Goulo opened a second CAT in Olho, and other family doctors opened more in the north and central regions, forming a loose network. It had become clear to a growing number of practitioners that the most effective response to addiction had to be personal, and rooted in communities. Treatment was still small-scale, local and largely ad hoc.

The first official call to change Portugals drug laws came from Rui Pereira, a former constitutional court judge who undertook an overhaul of the penal code in 1996. He found the practice of jailing people for taking drugs to be counterproductive and unethical. My thought right off the bat was that it wasnt legitimate for the state to punish users, he told me in his office at the University of Lisbons school of law. At that time, about half of the people in prison were there for drug-related reasons, and the epidemic, he said, was thought to be an irresolvable problem. He recommended that drug use be discouraged without imposing penalties, or further alienating users. His proposals werent immediately adopted, but they did not go unnoticed.

In 1997, after 10 years of running the CAT in Faro, Goulo was invited to help design and lead a national drug strategy. He assembled a team of experts to study potential solutions to Portugals drug problem. The resulting recommendations, including the full decriminalisation of drug use, were presented in 1999, approved by the council of ministers in 2000, and a new national plan of action came into effect in 2001.

Today, Goulo is Portugals drug czar. He has been the lodestar throughout eight alternating conservative and progressive administrations; through heated standoffs with lawmakers and lobbyists; through shifts in scientific understanding of addiction and in cultural tolerance for drug use; through austerity cuts, and through a global policy climate that only very recently became slightly less hostile. Goulo is also decriminalisations busiest global ambassador. He travels almost non-stop, invited again and again to present the successes of Portugals harm-reduction experiment to authorities around the world, from Norway to Brazil, which are dealing with desperate situations in their own countries.

These social movements take time, Goulo told me. The fact that this happened across the board in a conservative society such as ours had some impact. If the heroin epidemic had affected only Portugals lower classes or racialised minorities, and not the middle or upper classes, he doubts the conversation around drugs, addiction and harm reduction would have taken shape in the same way. There was a point whenyou could not find a single Portuguese family that wasnt affected. Every family had their addict, or addicts. This was universal in a way that the society felt: We have to do something.

Portugals policy rests on three pillars: one, that theres no such thing as a soft or hard drug, only healthy and unhealthy relationships with drugs; two, that an individuals unhealthy relationship with drugs often conceals frayed relationships with loved ones, with the world around them, and with themselves; and three, that the eradication of all drugs is an impossible goal.

The national policy is to treat each individual differently, Goulo told me. The secret is for us to be present.

A drop-in centre called IN-Mouraria sits unobtrusively in a lively, rapidly gentrifying neighbourhood of Lisbon, a longtime enclave of marginalised communities. From 2pm to 4pm, the centre provides services to undocumented migrants and refugees; from 5pm to 8pm, they open their doors to drug users. A staff of psychologists, doctors and peer support workers (themselves former drug users) offer clean needles, pre-cut squares of foil, crack kits, sandwiches, coffee, clean clothing, toiletries, rapid HIV testing, and consultations all free and anonymous.

On the day I visited, young people stood around waiting for HIV test results while others played cards, complained about police harassment, tried on outfits, traded advice on living situations, watched movies and gave pep talks to one another. They varied in age, religion, ethnicity and gender identity, and came from all over the country and all over the world. When a slender, older man emerged from the bathroom, unrecognisable after having shaved his beard off, an energetic young man who had been flipping through magazines threw up his arms and cheered. He then turned to a quiet man sitting on my other side, his beard lush and dark hair curling from under his cap, and said: What about you? Why dont you go shave off that beard? You cant give up on yourself, man. Thats when its all over. The bearded man cracked a smile.

During my visits over the course of a month, I got to know some of the peer support workers, including Joo, a compact man with blue eyes who was rigorous in going over the details and nuances of what I was learning. Joo wanted to be sure I understood their role at the drop-in centre was not to force anyone to stop using, but to help minimise the risks users were exposed to.

Our objective is not to steer people to treatment they have to want it, he told me. But even when they do want to stop using, he continued, having support workers accompany them to appointments and treatment facilities can feel like a burden on the user and if the treatment doesnt go well, there is the risk that that person will feel too ashamed to return to the drop-in centre. Then we lose them, and thats not what we want to do, Joo said. I want them to come back when they relapse. Failure was part of the treatment process, he told me. And he would know.

Joo is a marijuana-legalisation activist, open about being HIV-positive, and after being absent for part of his sons youth, he is delighting in his new role as a grandfather. He had stopped doing speedballs (mixtures of cocaine and opiates) after several painful, failed treatment attempts, each more destructive than the last. He long used cannabis as a form of therapy methadone did not work for him, nor did any of the inpatient treatment programmes he tried but the cruel hypocrisy of decriminalisation meant that although smoking weed was not a criminal offence, purchasing it was. His last and worst relapse came when he went to buy marijuana from his usual dealer and was told: I dont have that right now, but I do have some good cocaine. Joo said no thanks and drove away, but soon found himself heading to a cash machine, and then back to the dealer. After this relapse, he embarked on a new relationship, and started his own business. At one point he had more than 30 employees. Then the financial crisis hit. Clients werent paying, and creditors started knocking on my door, he told me. Within six months I had burned through everything I had built up over four or five years.

Addicts waiting for methadone at a drug treatment project in Lisbon. Photograph: Horacio Villalobos/Corbis via Getty Images

In the mornings, I followed the centres street teams out to the fringes of Lisbon. I met Raquel and Sareia their slim forms swimming in the large hi-vis vests they wear on their shifts who worked with Crescer na Maior, a harm-reduction NGO. Six times a week, they loaded up a large white van with drinking water, wet wipes, gloves, boxes of tinfoil and piles of state-issued drug kits: green plastic pouches with single-use servings of filtered water, citric acid, a small metal tray for cooking, gauze, filter and a clean syringe. Portugal does not yet have any supervised injection sites (although there is legislation to allow them, several attempts to open one have come to nothing), so, Raquel and Sareia told me, they go out to the open-air sites where they know people go to buy and use. Both are trained psychologists, but out in the streets they are known simply as the needle girls.

Good afternoon! Raquel called out cheerily, as we walked across a seemingly abandoned lot in an area called Cruz Vermelha. Street team! People materialised from their hiding places like some strange version of whack-a-mole, poking their heads out from the holes in the wall where they had gone to smoke or shoot up. My needle girls, one woman cooed to them tenderly. How are you, my loves? Most made polite conversation, updating the workers on their health struggles, love lives, immigration woes or housing needs. One woman told them she would be going back to Angola to deal with her mothers estate, that she was looking forward to the change of scenery. Another man told them he had managed to get his online girlfriends visa approved for a visit. Does she know youre still using? Sareia asked. The man looked sheepish.

I start methadone tomorrow, another man said proudly. He was accompanied by his beaming girlfriend, and waved a warm goodbye to the girls as they handed him a square of foil.

In the foggy northern city of Porto, peer support workers from Caso an association run by and for drug users and former users, the only one of its kind in Portugal meet every week at a noisy cafe. They come here every Tuesday morning to down espressos, fresh pastries and toasted sandwiches, and to talk out the challenges, debate drug policy (which, a decade and a half after the law came into effect, was still confusing for many) and argue, with the warm rowdiness that is characteristic of people in the northern region. When I asked them what they thought of Portugals move to treat drug users as sick people in need of help, rather than as criminals, they scoffed. Sick? We dont say sick up here. Were not sick.

I was told this again and again in the north: thinking of drug addiction simply in terms of health and disease was too reductive. Some people are able to use drugs for years without any major disruption to their personal or professional relationships. It only became a problem, they told me, when it became a problem.

Caso was supported by Apdes, a development NGO with a focus on harm reduction and empowerment, including programmes geared toward recreational users. Their award-winning Check!n project has for years set up shop at festivals, bars and parties to test substances for dangers. I was told more than once that if drugs were legalised, not just decriminalised, then these substances would be held to the same rigorous quality and safety standards as food, drink and medication.

In spite of Portugals tangible results, other countries have been reluctant to follow. The Portuguese began seriously considering decriminalisation in 1998, immediately following the first UN General Assembly Special Session on the Global Drug Problem (UNgass). High-level UNgass meetings are convened every 10 years to set drug policy for all member states, addressing trends in addiction, infection, money laundering, trafficking and cartel violence. At the first session for which the slogan was A drug-free world: we can do it Latin American member states pressed for a radical rethinking of the war on drugs, but every effort to examine alternative models (such as decriminalisation) was blocked. By the time of the next session, in 2008, worldwide drug use and violence related to the drug trade had vastly increased. An extraordinary session was held last year, but it was largely a disappointment the outcome document didnt mention harm reduction once.

Despite that letdown, 2016 produced a number of promising other developments: Chile and Australia opened their first medical cannabis clubs; following the lead of several others, four more US states introduced medical cannabis, and four more legalised recreational cannabis; Denmark opened the worlds largest drug consumption facility, and France opened its first; South Africa proposed legalising medical cannabis; Canada outlined a plan to legalise recreational cannabis nationally and to open more supervised injection sites; and Ghana announced it would decriminalise all personal drug use.

The biggest change in global attitudes and policy has been the momentum behind cannabis legalisation. Local activists have pressed Goulo to take a stance on regulating cannabis and legalising its sale in Portugal; for years, he has responded that the time wasnt right. Legalising a single substance would call into question the foundation of Portugals drug and harm-reduction philosophy. If the drugs arent the problem, if the problem is the relationship with drugs, if theres no such thing as a hard or a soft drug, and if all illicit substances are to be treated equally, he argued, then shouldnt all drugs be legalised and regulated?

Massive international cultural shifts in thinking about drugs and addiction are needed to make way for decriminalisation and legalisation globally. In the US, the White House has remained reluctant to address what drug policy reform advocates have termed an addiction to punishment. But if conservative, isolationist, Catholic Portugal could transform into a country where same-sex marriage and abortion are legal, and where drug use is decriminalised, a broader shift in attitudes seems possible elsewhere. But, as the harm-reduction adage goes: one has to want the change in order to make it.

When Pereira first opened the CAT in Olho, he faced vociferous opposition from residents; they worried that with more drogados would come more crime. But the opposite happened. Months later, one neighbour came to ask Pereiras forgiveness. She hadnt realised it at the time, but there had been three drug dealers on her street; when their local clientele stopped buying, they packed up and left.

The CAT building itself is a drab, brown two-storey block, with offices upstairs and an open waiting area, bathrooms, storage and clinics down below. The doors open at 8.30am, seven days a week, 365 days a year. Patients wander in throughout the day for appointments, to chat, to kill time, to wash, or to pick up their weekly supply of methadone doses. They tried to close the CAT for Christmas Day one year, but patients asked that it stay open. For some, estranged from loved ones and adrift from any version of home, this is the closest thing theyve got to community and normality.

Its not just about administering methadone, Pereira told me. You have to maintain a relationship.

In a back room, rows of little canisters with banana-flavoured methadone doses were lined up, each labelled with a patients name and information. The Olho CAT regularly services about 400 people, but that number can double during the summer months, when seasonal workers and tourists come to town. Anyone receiving treatment elsewhere in the country, or even outside Portugal, can have their prescription sent over to the CAT, making the Algarve an ideal harm-reduction holiday destination.

After lunch at a restaurant owned by a former CAT employee, the doctor took me to visit another of his projects a particular favourite. His decades of working with addiction disorders had taught him some lessons, and he poured his accumulated knowledge into designing a special treatment facility on the outskirts of Olho: the Unidade de Desabituao, or Dishabituation Centre. Several such UDs, as they are known, have opened in other regions of the country, but this centre was developed to cater to the particular circumstances and needs of the south.

A man receives clean syringes after being given methadone at a clinic in Lisbon. Photograph: Horacio Villalobos/Corbis via Getty Images

Pereira stepped down as director some years ago, but his replacement asked him to stay on to help with day-to-day operations. Pereira should be retired by now indeed, he tried to but Portugal is suffering from an overall shortage of health professionals in the public system, and not enough young doctors are stepping into this specialisation. As his colleagues elsewhere in the country grow closer to their own retirements, theres a growing sense of dread that there is no one to replace them.

Those of us from the Algarve always had a bit of a different attitude from our colleagues up north, Pereira told me. I dont treat patients. They treat themselves. My function is to help them to make the changes they need to make.

And thank goodness there is only one change to make, he deadpanned as we pulled into the centres parking lot: You need to change almost everything. He cackled at his own joke and stepped out of his car.

The glass doors at the entrance slid open to a facility that was bright and clean without feeling overwhelmingly institutional. Doctors and administrators offices were up a sweeping staircase ahead. Women at the front desk nodded their hellos, and Pereira greeted them warmly: Good afternoon, my darlings.

The Olho centre was built for just under 3m (2.6m), publicly funded, and opened to its first patients nine years ago. This facility, like the others, is connected to a web of health and social rehabilitation services. It can house up to 14 people at once: treatments are free, available on referral from a doctor or therapist, and normally last between eight and 14 days. When people first arrive, they put all of their personal belongings photos, mobile phones, everything into storage, retrievable on departure.

We believe in the old maxim: No news is good news, explained Pereira. We dont do this to punish them but to protect them. Memories can be triggering, and sometimes families, friends and toxic relationships can be enabling.

To the left there were intake rooms and a padded isolation room, with clunky security cameras propped up in every corner. Patients each had their own suites simple, comfortable and private. To the right, there was a colour room, with a pottery wheel, recycled plastic bottles, paints, egg cartons, glitter and other craft supplies. In another room, coloured pencils and easels for drawing. A kiln, and next to it a collection of excellent handmade ashtrays. Many patients remained heavy smokers.

Patients were always occupied, always using their hands or their bodies or their senses, doing exercise or making art, always filling their time with something. Wed often hear our patients use the expression me and my body, Pereira said. As though there was a dissociation between the me and my flesh.

To help bring the body back, there was a small gym, exercise classes, physiotherapy and a jacuzzi. And after so much destructive behaviour messing up their bodies, their relationships, their lives and communities learning that they could create good and beautiful things was sometimes transformational.

You know those lines on a running track? Pereira asked me. He believed that everyone however imperfect was capable of finding their own way, given the right support. Our love is like those lines.

He was firm, he said, but never punished or judged his patients for their relapses or failures. Patients were free to leave at any time, and they were welcome to return if they needed, even if it was more than a dozen times.

He offered no magic wand or one-size-fits-all solution, just this daily search for balance: getting up, having breakfast, making art, taking meds, doing exercise, going to work, going to school, going into the world, going forward. Being alive, he said to me more than once, can be very complicated.

My darling, he told me, its like I always say: I may be a doctor, but nobodys perfect.

A longer version of this piece appears on thecommononline.org. Research and travel for this piece were made possible by the Matthew Power Literary Reporting Award

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Kentucky city mayor: Confederate effigies to come down after Charlottesville


( CNN) The mayor of Lexington, Kentucky, is taking action to remove two Confederate-era mausoleums from his city’s former courthouse after the fatal crashes in Virginia.

Violent crashes between white-hot patriots and counter-protesters left three people dead in Charlottesville, including a woman killed when a driver plowed into a group of counterprotesters. Dozens more were injured during.

In a series of tweets, Gray said that he will ask the the city councilto support his petition for removal of the shrines to the Kentucky Military Heritage Commission on Tuesday.

Rebel Wilson Reveals She Was Sexually Harassed By A Well-Known Male Co-Star


Wow —

You can read it all in her tweet thread about the incident (below):


Heavy, heavy stuff — obviously, everybody wants to know who the actor might be, and what happens next.

But good for her for standing up to it now!!!

Thoughts, Perezcious readers?! Let us know in the comments (below).

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Working At The Car Wash – Video


Not sure if funny ride or about to throw up.

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Rob& Chyna: the saddest appearance on Tv


The format of this painfully dull show is identical to other persons of the Kardashian empire: wearisome vistums of beings sitting in kitchens not chewing cheese plates

Is there a less qualified actuality display stellar than Rob Kardashian? If you lined up 10 parties from the casting file of A& Es Intervention and Rob Kardashian and had to choose one to base an ongoing television series around, would you ever pick him unless people know his last name? Isnt this a tragedy? Shouldnt we all be more unnerved?

Sunday nights premiere of the new E! serial Rob& Chyna observes the yield of the black sheep Kardashian to the public eye. Hes expended years of their own lives unwilling to leave his room, which stimulated him to amplification( his words) a grasp of load. He looks little comfy building seeing contact with other human beings than the little orphan girlfriend Newt from the movie Aliens. A Los Angeles Dodgers hat covers whats left of the poor guys thin, matted fuzz. His wardrobe consists of T-shirts , nondescript jeans and sneakers. In other texts, when I watch this astoundingly depressing platform, I ascertain myself and what I might become( minus the millions of dollars ).

The first few minutes of Rob& Chyna intend to realise us empathize with Rob and his pregnant fiancee Blac Chyna. As an digression, isnt it a bit gruesome that Blac Chyna travels almost entirely by the refer Chyna in the first occurrence now that the original Chyna the former WWE wrestler has died? Its like ransacking through someones jewelry after a funeral.

Regardless of what you call her, Blac Chyna is the actual hotshot of this prove, even if her call is second on the pavilion. She came up from the world-famous strip associations of Atlanta and became something of an entrepreneur, at least in the way that we define that text in 2016. She took the Kardashian template of monetizing tabloid villainy through a faith of personality social media ubiquity, branded concoctions, and now, the final section of the riddle, an E! reality franchise. Shes become a major supporting player in the ongoing Kardashian meta-narrative having a baby with the rapper Tyga, who then leaves her for Kylie Jenner, which leads to Chyna join pushes with Rob. Whether or not her relationship with Rob is genuine or a calculated effort to increase her deserving potential is not for me to decide (* cough its bullshit cough *) but what is is whether or not this TV show is good. Its not.

Rob& Chyna: croaked with the wind. Image: E!

If your litmus test for protruding with a programme designed is reacting the issues to does someone fart within the first 10 minutes with a yes, then Rob& Chyna is for you. Spoiler alert, Chyna farts in the car. If you prefer a little bit of drama, then maybe flip over to another channel. Or hurl your cable chest or streaming device into the nearest open body of water and stray into the town square. Either one is fine with me.

The format of this painfully dull show is identical to the other outposts of the Kardashian empire: wearisome backgrounds of people driving indulgence automobiles on featureless superhighways, sitting around kitchens not devouring cheese platefuls, or folding clothes for a business expedition that may or may not ever happen. During these vistums, mush-mouthed pod beings debate some ill-defined conflict. Someone needs to go to rehab for a ambiguous trouble. Someone needs to text person back about a thing that happened off camera. Person detects disrespected. A party invite is lost in the mail. Watching these appearances is like speaking “the worlds largest” banal email thread at 3am. Plug sad-eyed agoraphobe Rob Kardashian into this format and you have a panacea for insomnia so potent, the Food and Drug Administration should govern it.

The ostensible plot of this chapter is organized around Rob alleging Chyna of texting guys behind his back. He says this to be the case because he discovers that Chyna has changed the passcode on her iPhone. He even insinuates that shes robbing up with her ex, Tyga. All of this takes lieu with Rob spread out comfortably on a berth. Chyna disclaims any evil, then alleges Rob of contacting women behind her back. He apparently acknowledges it, which I vaguely recollect before my eyelids glued slam for the evening. It must be the case, because the very next stage is Chyna in another expensive gondola screaming at Rob to stop texting bitches.

These are the moments one watches actuality TV for hostility, incoherent shouting and profanity. This is why I prefer the Andy Cohen Bravo model for reality over the ponderous Ryan Seacrest/ Kris Jenner indulgence gabfests. Contrast Rob& Chyna with Bravos Below Deck, currently on its fourth season and with one spinoff under its region. Below Decks premise is simple: place a knot of attractive deckhands on a mega-yacht, cater them with booze, and encourage them to melt down every occurrence. Would you rather watch that or a appearance starring beings extremely famed to oblige proper clowns of themselves for your delight? The explanation is, neither, Im a grownup who is too busy contributing quality to the culture to demoralize myself with such frivolities, but dont perturb, I picked the show about yachties drunkenly robbing up too.

I will say that the producers of Rob& Chyna( which include the titular Rob and Chyna among their grades) do try to spice things up. Scott Disick appears in the role of Robs only friend in the entire world and his chauffeur, schlepping him around Los Angeles like a pasty white-hot Morgan Freeman from Driving Miss Daisy. Theres a memorable background where Rob steps into Chynas home in full Eeyore mode, carrying heydays to apologize for texting bitches. Chyna isnt having it, grabs the flowers, grubs them in a pond, then knocks Rob out of her house. This is the turning point of the alleged narration, as the rest of the chapter commits Chyna trying to get Rob to text her back, as she has apparently forgetting that she bellowed at him to leave her alone while pissing all over his nostalgic gesture. Im sure Rob Kardashian, AKA Calabasas Morrissey, truly took that well.

Finally, Kris Jenner, matriarch of the extended Kardashian family and former nemesis of Blac Chyna, appears to counsel Chyna on how to deal with Rob. Jenner is shown to be so wise that I half expected her to have grown a whisker, picked up a large rod, and shed on a pointy hat off-screen. Much has been made of how Blac Chyna is so clever and took down the Kardashians by getting engaged to Rob. Thats a neat little underdog narrative, but if you think that Kris Jenner isnt clever enough to use this to her advantage and will be the eventual win of this dim-witted race, then you arent paying attention to the prove. Thats fine, since it probably obliged you pass out from boredom, but the fact remains that one of the last faces you see in this first episode is Kris Jenner. The whole absurd endeavour is hers and hers alone. Chyna can have a piece, as long as she compensates her taxes to her feudal lord.

And then theres Rob. At last-place, they found a space to monetize his mopey look and wrinkled invests. Instead of a Shrek-like creature they impede locked away in a cellar, he has his own appearance, which simply furthers the aims of their own families. In exchange, this soldier who possibly has real clinical depression has to pretend to be a TV stellar. By coincidence, E! has stumbled upon the saddest establish on tv, so fitted with existential despair that youd presuppose it was drummed up by a government-funded novelist in some sodden Scandinavian country over a bottle of inexpensive scotch. If you watch more than one of the following options chapters, youll possibly find yourself not leaving the house for years, just like Rob Kardashian.

Rihanna- 10 of the best


Flitting from breathless dancehall to hook-laden EDM pop, Rihanna has sharpened a shapeshifting persona to became the definitive 21 st-century megastar

1. Pon de Replay

Released in 2005, Pon de Replays intoxicating mix of dancehall, reggae, electropop and Bajan Creole introduced the world to one of the characterizing popping virtuosoes of the last decade. One of the few of demos she had recorded in New York after being discovered by producer Evan Rogers in Barbados, the sungs grandeur almost expenditure her a deal with Jay Z, CEO of Def Jam Recordings at that time. When a sung is that large-scale, its hard[ for a brand-new artist] to come back from, he told MTV. I dont signed ballads, I sign masters. As it happened, he wasnt that inconvenienced reportedly fastening her in his office until she signed a six-album deal on the spot. In the end, he had a object listening back to Pon de Replay now, its amazing how it already contains so many of the distinct feelings that would build Rihannas singles so incredible. First, and most importantly, theres the tone, a supple, perfect pop instrument that winds its route through the psalm starting both a breathless virility and an nearly blank recommendation in which the listener can fill in the colouring. Rather than saturate every second with vocal histrionics, the carol is tolerated seat to gasp and expand. It also relates directly back to her heritage a topic molted return to throughout her discography while continuing the DJ shoutout lyrical topic previously examined by both Madonna( Music) and Jennifer Lopez( Play ).

2. Umbrella( feat Jay Z )

Despite liberating three more US top 10 singles across two somewhat successful albums, Rihannas position as a megastar wasnt cemented until 2007 s Umbrella. Even then, she was still having to lower herself to somewhat un-megastarlike practice, appearing on J-Statuss immediately forgettable Roll It exactly a week before Umbrellas US release. What Umbrella did was hold Rihanna her first undeniable, mainstream-piercing megahit, a anthem so favourite( it topped the UK graphs for 10 weeks) that you merely had to say the titular statement in public and wait a second before discovering ella, ella rob sung back at you. In happening, such was its notoriety that the Sun alleged it of effecting the constant downpours in the UK that plagued its predominate( ahem) at No 1. Built around a strut hi-hat and container curve co-producer Christopher Tricky Stewart found on GarageBand, which then induced the anthems other make The-Dream to come up with the main fasten, the whole concept was demoed in a couple of hours. Aware that they had a global hit on their hands, the pair pitched it to Britney Spearss team, who rejected it because she had too many hymns to evidence for her Blackout comeback, and then to UK also-ran Taio Cruz who, amazingly, couldnt persuasion his team he should preserve it. The anthem was eventually sounded by Rihannas beings, who were so keen to snarl it up they virtually swiped the ballad from for the purposes of the snout of Mary J Blige. Like all Rihannas excellent singles, theres no fatty. Even Jay Zs lumpen, literal opening lyric cant dampen( sorry) the anthems laser-guided brilliance, that simple center mantra of they are able to countenance under my umbrella a perfect encapsulation of emotional support. Musically, the committee is also moved her into a slightly rock-influenced resound one that would come hurtling back on 2009 s Rated R book with the chorus disintegrating in on a brandish of guitars and chunky synths.

Rihanna performing in 2007. Picture: Kevork Djansezian/ AP/ PA Photos

3. Dont Stop the Music

In the midst of the EDM-ification of dad, its easy to hear Dont Stop the Music the fourth single from her third book, Good Girl Gone Bad as simply another petroleum composite. Back in 2007, however, it was one of the first chants by a major, R& B-leaning pop star to fully cuddle what would become EDM. Elegantly erected around a sample of Mama-say, mama-sa, ma-ma-ko-ssa from Michael Jacksons Wanna Be Startin Somethin( as well as some of his hee-hee ad-libs ), it digests on somewhat minimal foundations, the pounding four-to-the-floor beat joined by pops greatest weapon, the handclap, a little flurry of synth upshots and Rihannas airy vocal. Lyrically, is now in familiar country Rihannas back to expecting the DJ if they might like to keep playing some music but theres something supernatural about how the constituent parts gel together, the slow construct of the coy pre-chorus( Do you know what you started? I just came here to defendant) exploding like light rocket into the chorus. Rather than heavy-handedly chucking the sample at the chant, Jacksons vocals stew gently in the background, bubbling up out of the cluster of synths at exactly the right moments.

4. Hard( accomplishment Jeezy )

Rihannas 2009 book Rated R is impossible to grasp outside its context. After the DayGlobuoyancy of Good Girl Gone Bad had laid the foundations for her megastardom, Rated R via the use of boulder, dubstep and hip-hop textures was a much starker reflection of her personal life, its pugnacious lyrical tropes reflecting the fallout from the assault by her then boyfriend Chris Brown. While propelling the book with the ballad Russian roulette( Im scared, but Im not leaving leads the chorus) was announcement enough, perhaps the books genuine turning point is Hard, a barrelling, confrontational collaboration with rapper Jeezy that takes aim at any- and everyone trying to take her down or come for her treetop( Where them girls talking litter? she asks ). At the time, it was a reasonably stunning addition to being able to Rihannas persona, her previous assault at wrath and struggle being 2007 s Breakin Dishes. Hards brilliance is that it showcases Rihannas eventual gimmick of effortlessly scooting between genres and personas while embossing her own identity over the entire thought. When she barks no pain is eternally and tougher than a lion over those deep, low-rumbling trumpets, you residence the hymn in the context of her life, but theres likewise a laid-back find to her delivery, the line bright, resilient, fan forward from 27 million said with a knowing wink. This bravado would have marsh any other mainstream papa artist at that time, but Hard, like all of Rated R, is an experiment that the project works, sometimes strictly due to patrol of will. Hard too paved the channel for Rihanna to become more experimental with her likenes, the ballads clear denial of the victim narrative numerous were applicable only to their own lives opening up a new innovative outlet for her anger.

5. Fire Bomb

Pops shortcut for denoting a sense of chance is to grub as numerous electrical guitars at a song as possible and see what happens. That seems to be the case with two ways on Rated R; the Slash-featuring Rockstar 101, which in fact is like it would be a better sung without all the guitar histrionics, and the good, should-have-been-a-single Fire Bomb. Opening with a chugging guitar riff, Fire Bomb about a formerly unstoppable tie-in igniting spectacularly to cinders is one of the books simpler melodic times, the hymn basically undoing like an 80 s boulder ballad, all bluster and projection neck veins.( Those oh, oh fragments in the chorus dont initially seem to be within Rihannas vocal comfort zone, but eventually thats what shapes it such a great singalong lyric .) Theres such conviction throughout that the surprisingly stark words reach like a mallet, the ballad careening through the splendid pre-chorus like an out-of-control lorry. Its crowning glory is the connection that slips in at the three-minute line, Rihannas icy monotone suddenly clicking into sincere despondency as she sings Baby we were killin em/ They couldnt manage the millionth degree before acts get so personal you almost need to look away( As we were igniting, the world called the police ). A proper, hands-aloft anthem.

6. Man Down

Released less than a year after Rated R, 2010 s Loud was, even from the title and the vibrant red-faced artwork, the antithesis to its predecessors emotional heaviness. Announcing the book to broadcaster Ryan Seacrest, she said: Im just gonna be me, merely being ordinary , normal for me is thunderous! Sassy, merriment, flirty, energetic. All those properties were gloriously encompassed in the albums result single, Only Girl( In the World ), helmed by Norwegian duo StarGate, an escapist slice of EDM with more than a run gust of Dont Stop the Music. While Louds early singles are all gold-plated map maulers Only Girl( In The World ), Whats My Name ? and S& M all topped the US graphs there were still pockets of experimentation littered in all areas of the album, specific the Enya-sampling Fading, the sensual Skin and the albums fifth single and, inexplicably, merely real plot flop Man Down. Inspired by the idea of creating a form of Bob Marleys I Kill the Sheriff from a female position, the bittersweet Man Down fuses reggae with elements of ragga and light electronic contacts, generate a modern carnage ballad( in a nifty including references to Jay Zs All I Require, Rihannas weapon is also called Peggy Sue) whose leader hook is Rum ba-ba-bum, rum ba-ba-bum, rum ba-ba-bum. Once again, Rihanna demo her versatility, that immaculate pop spokesperson now bouncing its road through the cadences of reggae, the topple, increasingly frantic lyrics in the bridge expertly dashed off with a strong Caribbean lilt. And any carol that becomes give of an airhorn is immediately on its way to greatness.

7. We Found Love( accomplishment Calvin Harris )

On a roll by this time, Rihanna exhausted her sixth studio book, Talk That Talk, a year later , now amply ensconced in the repetition of book, tour, record-the-next-album-while-on-tour. The immaculate running of singles didnt looks a lot like terminate anytime soon, with 2011 s We Found Love perhaps overtaking Umbrella as the definitive Rihanna moment. Initially offered to a number of lower-tier popping idols Leona Lewis preserved it as a ballad, while Nicole Scherzinger said no We Found Loves brilliance lies in its simplicity. The chorus, for example, is one amazing route We discovered desire in a hopeless residence repeated over Harriss rapturous electronic riff. Fully ushering in the EDM wave that would crash over pop music, We Found Love is the perfect illustration of all the categories constituent parts the build, the descend, the fairly songs, the pared-back lyrical decorations labor while continuing to allowing the songs pure melodic strength to reflect through. It is likewise hoisted by the marriage of ballad with creator. Rihannas voice, her affair travails and her possession of the fact that she shouldnt be held up as a role model integrate to give the anthem, and its video, an extra grade of escapist joy. Watch any live rendition of We Found Love specifically this glorious car crash from The X Factor and you realise that Rihannas accomplishment is basically just a reflection of the road everybody else plays it; careening around, forearms flailing, massive grin on your face, “ve lost” the moment.

Minimal subtlety BBHMM. Picture: Youtube

8. Bitch Better Have My Money

Burned out by the album-a-year number, Rihannas seventh album, 2012 s Unapologetic, was the sound of a singles creator mumbling her practice through another Cd in order to go on another tour. It had its minutes Stay and lead single Diamonds, specific but it was obvious events needed to change. Early 2015 ascertained her income with the creaky tribe of FourFiveSeconds, a carol with input from an eclectic selection of music idols: Paul McCartney and Kanye West boasted, while writing recognitions went to the likes of Ty Dolla$ ign, Dallas Austin and Dirty Projectors Dave Longstreth. The campfire singalong was a red herring , not just for future directions she was going in but also for the deduction the hymn was ushering in a brand-new album( by this object thered been a three-year spread between books ). February arrived with Towards the Sun, a sugary song from the animated movie Home, while March bought with it the boldly narked, Bitch Better Have My Money, co-produced by Kanye West. While the entire Unapologetic campaign failed to live up to that name, hobbled by wearines, here was a chant that showcased a newly energised artist whose articulation had unexpectedly taken on a growling of aggression and delicious bile. “There wasnt” subtleties when it comes to the representing behind Bitch Better Have My Money; the massive echo enclosure of beat allows the unequivocal melodics to bounce around, growing more and more glowering as the anthem rotations on. It too slams harder than anything shes done since, well, Hard that final hour or so only a single clattering container clap pushing it out with an oddly detuned vocal.

9. Work( feat Drake )

Rihannas eighth book, Anti, was eventually ushered in a year ago by Work, her fourth partnerships with sometime boyfriend Drake. Anti would feature none of the three palette-cleansing singles that preceded it( FourFiveSeconds, Bitch Better Have My Money and the blustery American Oxygen ), so the focus was on Work to gleam a light on what Rihanna had been working on for what seemed like a decade. Gone was EDM, replaced instead by comfort-zone dancehall and reggae, the lyric built around a 1998 Jamaican riddim announced Sail Away. Make is Rihanna at her loosest, the chants hypnotic fasten delivered through a sweaty coat. Every path becomes a fix or a slogan in and of itself( why someone didnt clear None stroke me in the righteous/ nobody text me in a crisis into a T-shirt Ill never know ). Its also so much more than exactly that chorus, the lyrics to the ballads touching on a reasonably standard topic( wives struggling to keep an uninterested person joyous) but realise it detect potent again: I felt all of your daydreams, worship/ You took my heart and my keys and my patience/ You took my soul on my sleeve for emblem/ You mistaken my passion I delivered for you for foot. Its a dishonor, then, that Drakes guest rap is so leaden, taking the deed to literally intend the workplace( You need to to get out of here, done, done, done at work, “re coming”) and temporarily derailing the whole happen. Thankfully, its good enough to withstand him, its undulating whirl a steady intoxication.

Rihanna performs at the 2016 MTV video music accolades in New York. Image: Michael Loccisano/ Getty Images

10. Kiss It Better

As an album, Anti did exactly what it needed to for Rihannas career. It foreground the facts of the case that she was more than just a singles creator, and it gave her attribute back into the music. Most importantly, it announced like the kind of music she enjoys listening to. It was in its softer moments that the book truly shone, the exemplar being the Prince-esque majesty of Kiss It Better. Gloriously epic, it opens with the kind of guitar riff youd have expected to hear Slash perform on a hilltop in the early 90 s, before movements of throwback R& B and soft rock. Lyrically its about the place when you know a relationship is destructive, youve fallen out, but youd quite like to swallow your pride and get back to some sweet, sweet lovemaking. Despite the initial finding that Anti was short on choruses, Kiss It Betters is one of Rihannas best, a blooming heyday that opens up and sways in the breath before her thwarting kicks back in and that lonely guitar wail pealings out again.