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Yahoo
6 days ago
- Entertainment
- Yahoo
Photograph of Queen Camilla released to celebrate 78th birthday
A photograph of the Queen has been released to celebrate her 78th birthday. The picture of was taken earlier this month in front of a meadow at her home, Raymill. It shows Her Majesty smiling in the sunshine, looking relaxed and leaning on a metal gate. She is seen wearing a turquoise dress in a Liberty fabric printed with a rainforest of toucans, lemurs and monkeys. In the image taken by photographer Chris Jackson to mark her birthday on Thursday, Camilla can be seen wearing gold drop earrings and a delicate gold bracelet. Last year, Camilla was on duty on her birthday, attending the state opening of parliament at the side. This year, she is said to be spending the day privately. Read more from Sky News: At the start of April, she , and she and the King have had a busy run of engagements. They included hosting a last week ahead of the royal couple's upcoming annual summer break in Scotland. On Wednesday, the Queen was gifted a roll of clingfilm for her birthday in a special holder when she visited a nuclear-powered submarine in Plymouth. The wrapping was used to fix a defect in the main engines of HMS Astute. "There's nothing more useful, brilliant, how wonderful," the Queen said about the present, which had a small plaque with the words "Clingflim keeping nuclear submarines at sea". In May, new portraits of the King and Queen, in 2023, were unveiled.
Yahoo
13-07-2025
- Entertainment
- Yahoo
Fact Check: Photo of Pope John Paul II playing baseball isn't what it seems
Claim: Photograph authentically shows Pope John Paul II playing baseball. Rating: Context: The photograph taken in 1996 shows Gene Greytak, a man who impersonated Pope John Paul II. In July 2025, a photo circulated online that claimed to show Pope John Paul II playing baseball. The picture appears to show the former pope, who died in 2005, in his papal robes while swinging a baseball bat. (X user @PraytheRosary12) While the photograph is real, it does not show Pope John Paul II. The man playing baseball was Gene Greytak, an American real estate broker who became famous as a papal impersonator. As such, we rate this claim as miscaptioned. Using Google's reverse image search tool, we traced the photograph to a Los Angeles Times obituary of Greytak, who died in 2010. It was taken by Rick Silva for The Associated Press in 1996 and showed Greytak participating in the New York Mets' fantasy baseball camp. Greytak made appearances at numerous international venues, including at a hotel in Budapest, Hungary: (Wikimedia Commons) He even appeared in an episode of "Golden Girls" titled "The Pope's Ring": Per the obituary, Greytak's resemblance to the pope made him into a minor celebrity and he made appearances on film and television as a result. As a Catholic, he did not want to do anything inappropriate while impersonating the pope and the Los Angeles Archdiocese even told him his performances did not violate any canon law. "Pope John Paul II Dies | April 2, 2005." HISTORY, 24 Nov. 2009, Accessed 9 July 2025. "The Pope's Ring." The Golden Girls, directed by Lex Passaris, 14 Dec. 1991. Accessed 9 July 2025. Thursby, Keith. "Gene Greytak Dies at 84; Retired Real Estate Broker Became Papal Impersonator." Los Angeles Times, 3 Mar. 2010, Accessed 9 July 2025.
Daily Mail
02-07-2025
- Entertainment
- Daily Mail
EXCLUSIVE VICKY WARD: I've felt the darkness that consumed the Idaho 'killer' and it raises a terrible thought - could it drive my own sons to such evil, too?
It was a single photograph that drew me in, a happy image of youthful promise horribly at odds with the news story it was used to illustrate. Four smiling university students, three girls and one boy - two aged 20 and two 21 - posing outside the house they shared in the US town of Moscow, Idaho. One of the girls - blonde, laughing - is on the shoulders of another, and the young man has his arm around the third, his girlfriend.
Washington Post
02-06-2025
- General
- Washington Post
Book Review: A diary sends a woman on a quest to solve the cold case of 6 missing Black girls
At age 13, Sydney Singleton discovered an old photograph tucked away in a drawer in her paternal grandmother's guest room. It was a portrait of a Black girl just entering her teen years — a girl who looked a lot like Sydney. Next morning, Sydney asked her grandmother about it. The woman, her voice 'firm as the oak tree on her front lawn,' would say only this: 'We don't talk about Carol.'
Irish Times
30-05-2025
- General
- Irish Times
Picture This - Frank McNally on knowing your onions, the sophistication of French scammers, and journalism with legs
A reader had appealed to me as a 'last resort', seeking help in finding an old photograph. His name is Richard Evans, and he's writing a history of his family, the Irish branch of which began in the 1880s when his great grandfather – a Shropshire lad – moved to Dublin to become a butcher's apprentice. The apprentice later struck out on his own with shops in Baggot Street and Ranelagh, the latter beside where Humphrey's Pub still stands. When the building was redeveloped years ago, Richard salvaged the mosaic tiles on the footpath outside, bearing the name ' But he is now 'desperate' to find a photograph of the shop and has tried all the obvious places - including Susan Roundtree's book Ranelagh in Pictures - without success. If this column can't help him, he fears the quest is a 'lost cause'. On a tangential note, his email also notes that the butcher later transferred the business to his nephew, one Tom Onions. An aunt of Richard's, another Onions, tells him there were three shops in Ranelagh at one time owned by people called 'Lovely, Hamm, and Onions' respectively, although he doesn't remember that himself. READ MORE Alas, I can't confirm this either, although I dearly want to and have tried. But then, searching for a 'Lovely shop', or an 'Onions shop', or even a 'Hamm shop', tends to confuse search engines. As for asking AI to tell you more about 'Lovely, Hamm, and Onions' in Dublin 6, that's just a fool's errand. *** Also among my emails this week was one from a woman I'd never heard of before, and who didn't know my name. I immediately assumed it was spam, but it was in French. So before deleting, I mentally translated the opening sentences and was intrigued by their intellectual and philosophical tone. They began like this: 'In death, the family does not destroy itself, it is transformed, a part of it goes into the invisible. We believe that death is an absence, when it is a discreet presence. One thinks it creates an infinite distance, while in fact it suppresses all distance, restoring to the mind what was located in the flesh…' There was more in that vein, all of it sounding vaguely profound, at least in the original. Then at last the lady got around to introducing herself, stoically detailing the terminal illness with which she was diagnosed recently, and mentioning the €1.8 million she would now like to donate to a 'trustworthy and honest person'. Sigh. There are scammers everywhere these days. But it's extraordinary that even fraudulent attempts to get your bank details seem to be so much classier in French. *** Further to the theme of Connacht, Hell, and Longford (Diary Wednesday May 28th), regular correspondent Damien Maguire has written to point out that the Cavan panhandle was another destination from farther north. To this day, he says, there are families there – mostly from Donegal - known as 'Ultachs'. This even though Cavan itself is in Ulster (despite its GAA secessionist ambitions, circa 1915, to escape the baleful influence of Monaghan). Damien also mentions in passing that although everyone has heard of the famous 1947 All-Ireland in New York, not many people know Cavan also won in New York in 1958. This wasn't GAA, it turns out. It was a horse called Cavan, which won the prestigious Belmont Stakes that year, preventing the injured favourite Tim Tam, which had already won the Kentucky Derby and Preakness Stakes, from completing America's Triple Crown. The 2025 Belmont Stakes is next weekend, June 7th, in Saratoga. And I'm delighted to see that favourites include a horse called Journalism, which has already triumphed in this year's Preakness. I may have to risk a few dollars. It's heartening to know that, even in Trump's America, Journalism in any shape can still win. *** On a more poignant note, this week marked the 30th anniversary of the demise of the Irish Press group, a milestone commemorated by a get-together of survivors in Wynn's Hotel. Disturbingly, that means the world has now been without Press newspapers for almost as long as it has had the Spice Girls, who have been the subject of 30th anniversary reunion tour rumours of late. Now I feel old. The last years of the Press coincided with the start of my career as a freelance journalist, which regularly involved pulling all-nighters, as they say. And seeking to get a jump in the competition, in those pre-internet days, it sometimes helped me to get the next day's papers as soon as they were printed. I was an Irish Times reader (although not yet working for it) by then. But having grown up with the Irish Press, thanks to a Fianna Fáil father, I still had a soft spot for that too. So, cycling into town circa 1am, I would first stop by Poolbeg Street, where bundles of the first edition Presses came rolling down a chute to the waiting vans. It was a bonus that the lads in the Press usually gave me the paper free. Atound the corner at The Irish Times, meanwhile, they always charged.
