Inside new Love Island bombshell Ryan Bannister's jetsetter lifestyle from beach club visits to a month in Ibiza
Earlier today The Sun revealed how TWO brand new Islanders have arrived in the villa - and hunky Ryan, 27, is one of them.
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As well as workout videos and fitness tips, gym enthusiast Ryan's Instagram is packed with trips abroad to sunny locations.
One place he appears to REALLY like is Ibiza.
In fact the hunk in trunks stayed on the Party Isle for a month as he soaked up the sun with pals.
Sharing pictures from his four week trip, Ryan wrote: "Honestly could write a book with everything that's happened in just 1 month in Ibiza.
"Met the most amazing people and only lost/broke 6 pairs of sunglasses. Vamosssss."
In the slew of holiday snaps he shared, Ryan did what all Love Island stars do, and made sure to make a trip to Wayne Lineker 's famous Ocean Beach bar.
Earlier today the Sun revealed how Ryan is one of two new bombshells going into the villa for a summer of love.
A source told us: 'The Islanders have been crying out for some bombshells with so many of them currently single.
'It's only really Meg and Dejon who are in any way settled which is bonkers at this stage of the game.
'The villa is a bombshells paradise right now and it's everything to play for.'
Love Islang girl looks very smug after the results of the Heart Rate Challenge
Quizzed by ITV but his ideal girl, Ryan said: "A tanned brunette with a good body, bubbly personality, a joy to be around.
"They've got to be funny and someone I just love spending time with. I also like a bit of a fiery side."
Asked about his dating rules, he revealed: "A red flag would be someone who jumps from relationship to relationship and isn't happy on their own.
"A green flag is when people have good things to say about you, having a good family and set of friends."
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Ryan will be seen arriving in the villa with stunning girl bombshell Billykiss Azeez.
The 28-year-old content creator from Dublin already has her eye on Meg 's man Dejon.
When quizzed on what she looks for in a man, Billykiss told ITV: "Someone tall who's good looking but not too good looking and that's confident, assertive, knows what they want and is serious about me."
Love Island 2025 full lineup
Harry Cooksley: A 30-year-old footballer with charm to spare.
Shakira Khan: A 22-year-old Manchester-based model, ready to turn heads.
Megan Moore: A payroll specialist from Southampton, looking for someone tall and stylish.
Alima Gagigo: International business graduate with brains and ambition.
Tommy Bradley: A gym enthusiast with a big heart.
Helena Ford: A Londoner with celebrity connections, aiming to find someone funny or Northern.
Ben Holbrough: A model ready to make waves.
Dejon Noel-Williams: A personal trainer and semi-pro footballer, following in his footballer father's footsteps.
Aaron Buckett: A towering 6'5' personal trainer.
Conor Phillips: A 25-year-old Irish rugby pro.
Antonia Laites: Love Island's first bombshell revealed as sexy Las Vegas pool party waitress.
Yasmin Pettet: The 24-year-old bombshell hails from London and works as a commercial banking executive.
Emily Moran: Bombshell Welsh brunette from the same town as Love Island 2024 alumni Nicole Samuel.
Harrison Solomon: Pro footballer and model entering Love Island 2025 as a bombshell.
Giorgio Russo: The 30-year-old will be spending his summer in the sun, potentially his sister Alessia's successful tournament at the Euros in Switzerland.
Departures:
Kyle Ashman: Axed after an arrest over a machete attack emerged. He was released with no further action taken and denies any wrongdoing.
Sophie Lee: A model and motivational speaker who has overcome adversity after suffering life-changing burns in an accident.
Blu Chegini: A boxer with striking model looks, seeking love in the villa.
Malisha Jordan: A teaching assistant from Broxbourne, Hertfordshire, who entered Love Island 2025 as a bombshell.
Shea Mannings: Works as a scaffolder day-to-day and plays semi-pro football on the side.
Caprice Alexandra: The 26-year-old bombshell owns a nursery in Romford.
Poppy Harrison: The bombshell broke up with her boyfriend after finding out she would be in the villa
Will Means: The fourth fittest farmer in the UK according to Farmers' Weekly in 2023 entered the villa as a bombshell
Megan Clarke: An Irish actress part of the OG line-up.
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Since the Neanderthal extinction, 'the wedge between human beings and nature' has become 'far deeper than the wedge between factory owners and factory workers that created the conditions of twentieth century life'. The left, he believes, needs to properly understand this. Meanwhile, shadowy French authorities have decided that Lacombe and the 'Moulinards' – the post-Debordian eco-commune he mentors by email – need to be steered out of their less than utopian rural domesticity and towards some act of serious terrorism, so they can be dealt with. So they hire Sadie Smith, a freelance American spy-cop, to infiltrate and provoke an outrage. The situation Sadie finds on the ground is confused and intersectional, centred on a real-life green issue: the diversion of local water supplies into vast 'mega-basins' to support corporate agribusiness projects at the expense of the local farmers and the environment. Actors within and without the Moulinard commune, less in bad or good faith than in something shifting constantly between the two, all have their motives for protest or intervention. Sadie is a triumph of character – not quite fully self-deceived, not even entirely corrupted by the barely controlled confusions, emotional complications and near-disasters of the deep-cover agent's life. She's a satire, but she's also being straight with us. She's not quite a sensationist, although the world pours in on her senses, and through hers into ours. How, Rachel Kushner asks in this Booker-shortlisted novel, does the individual's embrace of experience interface with the ideological? In what circumstances can ideology even permit an interface? Sadie Smith is perhaps both question and answer. M John Harrison £8.99 (RRP £9.99) - Purchase at the Guardian bookshop Psychology The truth about teenagers Coming of Age Lucy Foulkes What does your reminiscence bump look like? If this sounds like a blow to the head with a touch of amnesia, it isn't – but it might be just as painful. No, as Lucy Foulkes explains in her eye-opening guide to the psychology of adolescence, it's the period of life during which people report the greatest number of important autobiographical memories. For most of us it starts around 10 and peaks at 20, taking in a plethora of firsts: first kiss, first love, first time drinking alcohol or taking drugs, first time away from home. Not to mention exams, bullying, breakups and bereavement. Thinking about it, maybe a concussion would be preferable. But then, as this book shows, it's these enduringly vivid years that define the adults we become. Foulkes, a research fellow in psychology at the University of Oxford, conducted 23 in-depth interviews for Coming of Age and they are by turns funny, hair-raising and desperately sad. Occasionally, like Naomi's account of her first love, Peter, they have a sort of novelistic potency. In any case, the majority of readers will find someone they can identify with among her diverse cast of teenagers. Most are now in their 30s or older and are looking back wistfully, with regret, or with something like equanimity. Their accounts allow Foulkes to bring out her central point: that we narrate our lives into being, and that adolescence is so important partly because it is where this narration begins in earnest. The stories we tell ourselves shape who we are, and we can get stuck in these stories, or change them to our advantage. Coming of Age ends movingly. Foulkes showed each of her subjects what she'd written to make sure they were happy with how they'd been portrayed. These were stories of joy, pain and loss that had reverberated through their lives. For many, seeing them presented as part of the broader story of adolescence prompted a re-evaluation. 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More compelling than the fantasies themselves are the frequent glimpses into the women's real worlds. One contributor confesses that she fantasises about her partner's death – she longs to be free, because she has never explored her true feelings for women. Another writes that she brings herself to orgasm by thinking about her husband cheating on her. He has been unfaithful in reality, so every time she does this, she cries. The real-life loneliness conveyed here is much rawer than the wish-fulfilment. At its best, Want gives you privileged access into the most painful, truthful corners of these women's lives. Kitty Drake £9.89 (RRP £10.99) - Purchase at the Guardian bookshop Fiction A transcendent late gift Rosarita Anita Desai Anita Desai's riddling and haunted new novel is set in motion when Bonita, a young Indian woman, meets a tricksy figure in a park in San Miguel de Allende, Mexico. A student of Spanish, Bonita is leafing through local newspapers when she is approached. 'The Stranger' – elderly, overfriendly and peculiarly dressed 'in the flamboyant Mexican style that few Mexican women assume at any other than festive occasions' – claims to know Bonita's dead mother, whom she calls 'Rosarita'. She says they met and became friends when the latter came to pursue art under the tutelage of Mexican maestros. Bonita has no recollections of her mother painting or travelling to Mexico. She remembers, however, 'a sketch in wishy-washy pale pastels that had hung on the wall above your bed at home, of a woman seated on a park bench – and yes, it could have been one here in San Miguel – with a child playing in the sand at her feet'. The woman 'is not looking at the child and the child is not looking at her, as if they had no relation to each other, each absorbed in a separate world, and silent'. 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Joan Didion used her reporting skills to fashion herself into a serious-minded literary titan, while Eve Babitz's novels and essay collections, compiled from the same social scenes but shaped more loosely and with greater spirit, fell into relative obscurity. That is, until Anolik tracked Babitz down in 2012, by then seriously ill and living in squalor. Anolik became obsessed, helping to restore Babitz's reputation as a writer and chronicler of Los Angeles life, eventually writing the 2019 biography Hollywood's Eve. 'My preoccupation was unbalanced, fetishistic,' she admits here. This time, Anolik uses Didion as the headliner, though seemingly through gritted teeth. When Babitz died, aged 78, in 2021 – just days before Didion, who was 87 – her sister Mirandi discovered boxes of papers in the back of a wardrobe. Anolik was reeled in by an excoriating but unsent letter from Babitz to Didion, which she chooses to interpret as a platonic 'lovers' quarrel'. 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Rebecca Nicholson £9.89 (RRP £10.99) - Purchase at the Guardian bookshop Essays Portrait of the artists The Position of Spoons Deborah Levy "It is a writing adventure to go in deep, then deeper, and then to play with surface so that we become experts at surface and depth,' writes Deborah Levy, and it's as good a statement of intent as any in this collection, which delves into topics both trivial and profound: brothel creepers, car crashes, lemon curd, trauma. The theme, insofar as there is one, is the artists who have inspired her. Many of these are women, and Levy writes skilfully on the complex interplay of self-presentation and effacement that's often demanded of female creativity. Lee Miller 'both hides from and gives herself to the camera'; Francesca Woodman makes 'herself present by making herself absent'. Artists and writers invent things, but they invent themselves too. Levy is good on the prices we find ourselves paying: for art, for love, for fitting in. Of Ann Quin, the avant garde, working-class writer who drowned herself in the sea off Brighton, she says: 'I want to know more about what it took to want to swim home and I know Quin could have told me.' In another short piece called Values and Standards, she writes about an acquaintance she sometimes meets at the school gates. This woman's husband takes pleasure in humiliating her; to survive, 'she had removed her own eyes and saw the world and herself through his eyes'. Levy wonders if she ever 'puts her own eyes back in', and considers her own narrowing of vision at times when 'other things had become bigger. Perhaps overwhelming.' Here is Levy on the French writer and film-maker Marguerite Duras: 'She thinks as deeply as it is possible to think without dying of pain … She puts everything in to language. The more she puts in, the fewer words she uses.' At her best, Levy pulls off a similar feat, plunging into the depths, taking us with her. Freya Berry £9.89 (RRP £10.99) - Purchase at the Guardian bookshop Poetry A dazzling voice Bad Diaspora Poems Momtaza Mehri The long-awaited debut collection from the former Young People's Poet Laureate for London invites readers to consider the concept of diaspora. Mehri brings unflinching discursive skills to verse that melds criticism, autobiography and essay while still achieving a crisp sonic momentum characteristic of lyric poetry. The meanings of diaspora in this collection are as varied as the forms Mehri deploys: prose poems, found poems, poems using emojis and erasures. 'Diaspora is witnessing a murder without getting blood on your shirt.' 'I don't want to guard something I don't own.' Mehri finds a new tone somewhere between Gwendolyn Brooks's effortless musicality and Carolyn Forché's noun-laced haunting intensity. Hers is a dazzling voice that refuses to speak from a podium, preferring to examine guilt, culture and personhood from within the 'nightly decision' of community. Oluwaseun Olayiwola £9.89 (RRP £10.99) - Purchase at the Guardian bookshop Fiction Life after the apocalypse Juice Tim Winton Tim Winton and speculative fiction may seem an odd combination. His novels excel at the here and now, depicting lives at the margins, young love and young parenthood, violence at the hands of fathers. But the harsh beauty of the western Australian landscape has long been a presence in his work, and Winton has also long highlighted his country's fragility in the face of climate chaos, and been fiercely critical of the exploitation of Australia's mineral wealth. So the cli-fi premise of Juice, his latest novel, could be a perfect Winton fit. Set in an unspecified future, some centuries from now, the book opens on a man and a girl driving across a landscape blackened by ashes. The hellscape is worthy of the Mad Max franchise, with slave colonies springing up from the parched earth like termite mounds. There are echoes of Cormac McCarthy's The Road here, too, in the black dust thrown up by the vehicle's tyres, and in the child passenger, observing everything with a mute wariness. And Winton's ending is a masterstroke, the heart-in-your-mouth final chapter one of the best things I've read in a long time. Rachel Seiffert £8.99 (RRP £9.99) - Purchase at the Guardian bookshop Fiction A historic hero Yorùbá Boy Running Biyi Bándélé Like the protagonist of Yorùbá Boy Running, Biyi Bándélé had been running from a young age. At 14, he won a writing competition at school; another award in his 20s, for his radio play script Rain, took him to London in 1990. He hit the ground running there, publishing his first novel, The Man Who Came in from the Back of Beyond, in 1991. This was the beginning of a prolific and multifaceted career that, sadly, came to an end when Bándélé died suddenly in 2022 at the age of 54. At the time he was putting the finishing touches to his film adaptation of Wole Soyinka's play Death and the King's Horseman – a play very much centred on death and redemption and now available on Netflix as Elesin Oba: The King's Horseman. He was also working on this posthumous novel, Yorùbá Boy Running, partly inspired by the history of Bándélé's great-grandfather, who, like his protagonist, Samuel Ajayi Crowther, was formerly enslaved. One doesn't come to a posthumous novel for its perfect finish; not all the sections of the book are as polished or as inventive as the opening part. The editors have done a great job of ordering and signposting the different sections with dates and thematic headings, making it easier to follow the sometimes intricate chronology of the narrative. We are lucky and grateful that the author was able to leave us with this bookend to his glorious if truncated career that began long ago in Kafanchan, Nigeria, when he started running towards a distinguished future in faraway London. Helon Habila £8.99 (RRP £9.99) - Purchase at the Guardian bookshop
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Senseless death of Diogo Jota will not stop us celebrating what he brought life
Bad moon, bad times and a river that will be overflowing for some time yet. It is impossible not to feel a deep sense of pain, sadness and shared heartbreak at news of the sudden death of Diogo Jota and his brother André Silva in a car crash in Spain. Jota was 28, father to three young children and a husband to his long-term partner, whom he married 11 days before his death. Things that happen in sport are often described, with due dramatic licence, as tragedies. This is not a sports story. But it is the most terrible human tragedy. Those who have suffered similarly can empathise. But it is above all a private horror, an event that will alter the lives of family and friends for ever. And yet it is of course a sport story too, and for good, warm, vital reasons, because Jota was blessed with the talent, heart and will that qualified him to live the extraordinary public life of a modern-day elite footballer. Within that nexus he was able to do so with the grace, humour and commitment that made him a beloved teammate and fan favourite, and also a fine public sporting figure, an athlete who poured energy, life and love into providing moments of uplift and connection in the shirts of Liverpool, Wolves, Porto, Portugal and his first club, Paços de Ferreira. There is no sensible response when someone dies so young, with an entire second human life as father and husband still to be lived. But at a time when footballers are present constantly in our lives, when to exist in that form is to carry a distinct kind of responsibility – one players such as Jota gladly assume – his death will be a source of much public grief too. Everybody liked Diogo Jota. Those who saw him progress from his Porto neighbourhood of Gondomar felt a huge sense of pride. Liverpool supporters cherished his presence, his intelligence and his hunger for the team. Three years ago he got the song his contributions deserved: He's a lad from Portugal / Better than Figo don't you know, to the tune of Argentina's 2014 World Cup final hymn, which is in turn derived and football-ised from Creedence Clearwater Revival's Bad Moon Rising. And even in the immediate shock there is a huge amount to remember and be glad of in the life of Diogo José Teixeira da Silva, the Portuguese word for the letter J added early on as a footballing nickname. He came through at Paços de Ferreira to the north-east of his home city. Atlético Madrid signed him and loaned him to Porto and then Wolves, which became permanent in 2018. He settled instantly in Wolverhampton, hanging out at the Aromas de Portugal cafe in the city centre, welcoming his first child, playing a bit of training-ground cricket, always ready to meet local people, and even revealing at one point that he'd grown up with a soft spot for Everton in the David Moyes years, because they were 'relentless'. Nobody was ever going to hold that against Jota at Anfield. Have you met this guy? Too nice, too smart, too much of an all-round mensch. He signed in September 2020 and set off like a train, scoring seven goals in his first 10 games and adding speed, drive and expert finishing to that mid-Klopp team. Overall, and we must now say finally, Jota played 182 matches for Liverpool in a revolving folk‑hero frontline that also featured Mohamed Salah, Sadio Mané, Roberto Firmino, Divock Origi, Luis Díaz, Cody Gakpo and Darwin Núñez. Even within that extended cast he was distinct, notable for his intelligence, movement and commitment to the team cause. He made 49 appearances for Portugal and played the last 15 minutes of the Nations League final victory four weeks ago, which would turn out to be his last game of football. And now we have this, a full stop. Why does it seem quite so shocking, even from a distance, even beyond the fans who watched him in the flesh or on some fast-cut remote stream? Perhaps because Jota had that lightness about him, the kind of footballer who barely seems to leave a dent in the grass, who, for all the tactical match-smarts seems still to be playing the same endless teenage game, just in the way he moved and twirled into space. Perhaps because he was a notably intelligent forward, one of those players where you feel you know them just by watching them, every run and pass part of some high-speed internal monologue. Probably it has something to do with the way we observe sports people now generally, something to do with the way the game has become more remote, the connection coming in other ways, through the figures on the screen, the way they move and react, a strange kind of public-private intimacy. Plus, of course, this is just such a violent interruption. It makes no sense. Youth is a finite quality. But young, smart, beautiful, nice people are supposed to live for ever. Whereas in reality it is perhaps a blessing this doesn't happen more often. Professional athletes live hugely intense, fast‑paced lives of constant travel and change. Rishabh Pant, who batted on Wednesday for India at Edgbaston, was lucky to escape with his life after a horrific car crash in Uttarakhand in December 2022, and is additionally cherished for every day he gets to keep on doing this. Jota will now be cherished instead as a vivid and indelible memory. He always spoke really well, which was part of that feeling of intimacy. After scoring a late winner against Tottenham two years ago there was a notably lucid TV interview in which he gave an insight into his own connection to the moment after Liverpool had been pegged back late on. 'I remember Robbo [Andy Robertson] telling me to go on because we normally play that long ball – to go on and believe, and you could feel that was already a good sign. We did that, we won the second ball, we played back, we played again in behind and I could intercept a pass and score the winner. It was amazing. 'It doesn't require too much thinking. I think the moment there that I believed I could intercept was key because I started running in behind and I saw their full-back could pass the ball back. That was the key moment for me and then it was just: 'Make sure you control it right and you hit the target,' and hopefully it's in – and it was!' Jota also mentioned his song that day, which was sung relentlessly around Anfield at full-time, a coronational moment in a career that had begun in the hush of Covid. 'In my first season I scored a few winners as well, late, but there was no crowd and everybody was telling me: 'You should see it if this was full,' the feeling, and I could feel that tonight. It was something special that I will remember for ever.' The reverse is of course now true. Anfield will remember Diogo Jota for ever. Nothing will ease the private grief. There is no script for moments like these. But for what it's worth that song and the feeling behind it will provide its own fond, rolling Viking funeral in the years to come.
Daily Mail
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EXCLUSIVE Eva Longoria shows off bikini body with surprise celeb pal after bailing on BFF Lauren Sanchez's big day
Eva Longoria is keeping her hot girl summer alive—soaking up the sun in Spain on Thursday, just days after skipping BFF Lauren Sánchez's star-studded wedding to Jeff Bezos in Italy. While the 55-year-old former news anchor and the 61-year-old Amazon billionaire tied the knot in front of a crowd of A-listers, Eva, 50, was turning heads in a pink two-piece on the beach with her family. Despite whispers of tension, insiders confirmed there's no drama between the longtime friends. According to Eva had to miss the billionaire bash due to a scheduling conflict—she's currently filming her CNN docuseries Eva Longoria: Searching for France. With the rumors put to rest, the Desperate Housewives star gave fans a show of her own, flaunting her movie star figure in a tiny cheetah-print bikini. Eva displayed her toned frame and signature curves while basking in the Mediterranean sun, looking like she walked off a swimsuit shoot. Eva displayed her toned frame and signature curves while basking in the Mediterranean sun, looking like she walked off a swimsuit shoot She was also making it a family affair, sweetly kissing her 6-year-old son Santiago during their beach day. The doting mom helped him build a sandcastle, carry water in a pail, and offered careful direction as he constructed his masterpiece. Longoria shares Santiago with husband José Antonio Bastón. Joining the fun was Eva's longtime friend, singer and actress Christina Milian, who was also enjoying the sunshine with her own family. And while Eva may have missed Sánchez's headline-making wedding, she was very much present for the wild, star-studded bachelorette bash in May. About the pre-wedding celebration in France, Eva told People, 'I had to pop in and out, so I wasn't there as long. But yeah, it's so nice to celebrate love. It's just the best feeling in the world to be there and go, 'Yay, love.'' The petite beauty even appeared in one of Kim Kardashian's Instagram posts from the festivities, posing alongside Kris Jenner and the bride-to-be. Katy Perry was also spotted at the bachelorette bash, though she too skipped the ceremony due to her ongoing world tour. Back on the work front, Eva's travel docuseries Eva Longoria: Searching for Spain continues to perform strongly for CNN. After the success of Searching for Mexico, the Spanish edition led to yet another installment—this time taking the actress to France. 'France has long been a cornerstone of global cuisine, and I'm thrilled to be partnering with CNN for this next chapter in our culinary and cultural journey,' Longoria said in a statement, as reported by The Hollywood Reporter. Described as the 'wedding of a century,' Lauren and Jeff exchanged vows in front of nearly 200 VIPs on San Giorgio Maggiore island in Venice, Italy, on Friday. Famous faces including Orlando Bloom, Brooks Nader, and Jenner's daughters Kim Kardashian and Khloe Kardashian, and Kendall and Kylie Jenner were among the list of high-profile guests. Following the intimate ceremony, the billionaire couple hosted a star-studded rave. The Bezos wedding began on Thursday with the first of three days of parties in Venice — but sources revealed that the lovebirds were married ahead of the weekend bash. A source closely connected to the organization of the events said: 'They have been married for at least a month, more than a month. 'The marriage is fully legal and took place in America under American law.'
