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UK Film crew stumble on NT castaway just hours away from death

He had said his last prayer.

British TV host Jeremy Wade, presenter of ‘River Monsters’, and his crew were searching the waters of Barranyi North Island in the Northern Territory for some exotic fish when they stumbled upon a castaway fisherman in need of rescue.

Wade and his five-man crew were around the collection of islands 750 kilometers south-east of Darwin when they spotted a half-naked man waving his hands in the air from a cave on the shore of a small uninhabited stretch of land.

According to reports it seems the stranded man, known as Tremine, had become stuck on the island a few days prior after he lost sight of his boat when he came ashore and was just hours from dehydrating to death having been trapped in temperatures upward of 43 degrees without water.

Stephen Shearman, the director of the episode “Death Down Under,” told Inside Edition the man was “preparing to die” after he became land locked on the barren strip, surrounded by crocodile infested waters.

“He had said his last prayer,” Shearman told InsideEdition.com. “He was prepared to die and meet his maker.”

The film crew was on assignment in the region to unscramble the mystery of six men who died in a plane crash near to the Gulf of Carpentaria and weren’t even going to shoot in that area but the waters of their original location proved too choppy.

“Together, we spotted this blue Esky, or cooler box, that was just sat on the rock,” Shearman said of the rescue.

Beforehand the men on board the boat were supposedly making jokes about Tom Hanks, making reference to the 2000 movie, Cast Away.

But suddenly, Shearman said, “this guy with no clothes was running out of the cave, waving his arms out.”

Shearman pointed out that man from Borroloola, a town about 50 km upstream from the Gulf of Carpentaria, was no novice to fishing alone but even the most experienced men can quickly succumb to the elements as the human body can only survive for up to 72 hours without water – Tremine had been out there for 60 hours already.

“Everything was fine, and within two to three hours, everything wasn’t really fine at all,” Shearman said. “In his own words, he was ‘preparing to die.'”

“He had tried to walk back, got beaten by the sun, and made his way back to the beach,” Shearman said.

“Meanwhile, he had suffered from sunstroke and was unable to go any further. He then spent that first night on the beach, and the next morning he tried again, but the sun had gotten to be too much for him, and at this point, he is now trapped.”

But thankfully he was rescued and “apart from a bruised pride, he was back to normal,” making a full recovery very quickly. Apparently not losing his sense of humour in the process.

Sherman gleefully remarked: “He’s given up smoking, but he’s promised God he’s going to start smoking again. If he had a lighter, he’d be able to cook, and he’d have a fire.”

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Warning: A Prosecco shortage is coming

This is not a drill.

A Prosecco shortage could be coming, warn experts who say that suppliers are struggling to keep up with the demand of the middle classes favourite fizzy stuff.

New figures from market research firm IRI suggests that Brits are mostly to blame for the sparklling wine scarcity with prosecco sales reaching £356 million ($656 million AUD) in the period from February 2015 to February 2016 – that’s a 34 per cent increase on the previous year. To put it into perspective sales of champagne increased by just 1 per cent to £251 million ($463 million AUD) in the same year.

At this rate experts caution that the demand for the delicious drop will soon exceed supply meaning “mixologists” are going to have to get creative when making you Aperol Spritz.

One of the biggest reasons that wine suppliers can’t just up production is because prosecco is a protected regional product, meaning that it can only be made in the Veneto region of Italy.

“Like Champagne, Prosecco is geographically limited and can only be produced in a small region of Italy,” Toby Magill, head of beer, wine and spirits at IRI told the UK’s Telegraph.

“Supply is finite. Demand is growing everywhere in the world so there’s a limit on what retailers can get their hands on.”

So this is not a drill. Stock up because we are nearing the bottom of the barrel.

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Why the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge almost never hold hands

They’re a loving young couple, but William and Kate almost never touch in public for this simple reason.
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The Duke and Duchess of Cambridge are the picture of marital harmony, but they’ve been snapped holding hands less than a dozen times in a decade.

RELATED: British Royals are expected to portray themselves in a certain way dictated by royal protocol (hello no PDA!) But sometimes they break the rules…

Following the birth of their second child, Princess Charlotte.

Why? Simply because they take their royal “jobs” very seriously and don’t think public displays of affection are very professional.

“There is no actual etiquette or royal protocol that says the couple must refrain from PDA,” royal etiquette expert Myka Meier told People magazine.

“The likely reasoning is more that while the couple are working representatives of British Monarchy, they are likely to show very little PDA, if any, to remain professional during their designated roles.”

Sometimes, though, especially during more relaxed events – like the 2012 London Olympics – the couple do let their guard down and let their love shine through. And we just love it when they do!

This story originally appeared on Australian Women’s Weekly

The couple at the 2012 London Olympics.

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Michelle Bridges’ incredible story

Professional fitness trainer Michelle Bridges has spoken about motherhood, her estranged father and her inspirational upbringing on a telling episode of Australian Story.
Michelle Bridges

She’s the woman who has got Australia on its feet.

Gracing our screens back in 2007 on The Biggest Loser, she’s been key to transforming so many lives.

But today, the camera is on Michelle Bridges, and she is telling her full story.

Monday’s episode of Australian Story took us through the journey of a young girl obsessed with health and fitness, who went on to create a multi-million dollar empire based on a simple motto; “Just freakin’ do it”.

The brunette beauty became a trainer on the Australian version of the US reality show, The Biggest Loser in 2007.

From the moment her relentless drive and can-do attitude hit the small screen, her life was thrown into the public eye, which, of course, opened up channels of both praise and criticism.

“[The Biggest Loser] has all sorts of critics who say, ‘You’re putting these people up to be insulted or laughed at or made the butt of a joke,” she said of the public’s reaction to the show.

“I think it might be seen that I have this agenda on people who are overweight or people who are deemed fat. Honestly if you are happy where you are, genuinely, more power to you,” she went on.

“But I can tell you now, I am yet to have met someone who is morbidly obese and happy.”

Michelle pictured with her partner and fellow trainer, Steve Willis.

In the telling segment, Michelle also dished about the moment she began her love story with fellow TBL trainer, Steve Willis AKA The Commando.

“When I first met him, he was pretty much straight out of the Army, virtually. So he was very intense back then. And I remember thinking, ‘Who is this guy?’” the mother-of-one said with a laugh.

“For a long time, making season after season of The Biggest Loser, we were just friends. It was more of a communication connection that I think drew us together in that sense, rather than anything physical,” said Steve on his now-partner.

“We both came together at a time when we were both pretty raw and in a place of: ‘Wow, what’s happening to our relationships?’ Steve has three beautiful children. They’re in my life and I’m in theirs.”

Michelle split from former-husband, Bill Moore in 2013.

The program didn’t touch on whether or not trainers began their relationship whilst with their previous partners; however it did reveal that Michelle’s ex-husband, Bill Moore, was not ready to pull the plug on their nine-year marriage.

“That was a very difficult time. I felt that I didn’t want to leave the relationship. I didn’t want it to end but Michelle had sort of… for her, she wasn’t in the same space.” he said.

He explained that their romance had begun to “suffer” when her fitness empire took off, both nationally and internationally.

“It was everywhere and inevitably our relationship was suffering from it. And really, in hindsight, we probably both chose the business over the relationship.”

“Maybe that was the baby that we didn’t have.”

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The No Excuses Cookbook author also bravely opened up about a time she was sexually assaulted at the age of 18.

“I was just looking for a part time job. I went in for an off-the-cuff interview at a restaurant, and the next thing I knew, the guy was attacking me and basically trying to rape me,” she said.

“In my head I thought, ‘This is just not going to happen. This is not my story’. I absolutely fought back with everything I had.”

“I got out, I ran all the way to the police station. The man ended up going to prison. I realised ‘I can’t carry this thing around, because if I do, it means he still has control’. So I had to at some point, let it go.”

Nowadays, Michelle is embracing her most important role as a loving mother.

Today, Michelle juggles her time between her demanding schedule as an Australian fitness icon and her adorable son Axel.

Speaking of her bub as the “best thing” she’s done with her life, she also opens up about the lost relationship with her estranged father.

“Having a child has just been the best thing I think I’ve ever done – and I’ve done a lot,” she began.

“You start thinking about family and family members and you know, what’s happened in the past. I don’t really have a relationship with my Dad. My Dad would now know that I’ve had a baby and that he’s got a grandson. So I think: ‘Gosh, you know, should I introduce Axel to him?’ And that probably would be a really nice thing to do.”

Steve and Michelle welcomed baby Axel Bridges Willis on December 19, 2015.

She spoke of how her son and his health has inspired her to make a difference when it comes to the nutrition of Australia’s next generation.

“Having Axel has really made me think about how I can use what I’ve learnt about health and fitness to make a better life for kids like him,” the 45-year-old began.

“I’d like to tackle the junk food industry the way that the tobacco industry was tackled 50-odd years ago. We’re now seeing children that potentially have a lifespan shorter than their parents. Never before have we ever seen that globally.”

“I’d like to get out there and start fighting the fight for others who can’t fight the fight.”

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Does HRT cause cancer?

Is HRT really a poison or is it a panacea for menopause?

It would start as a steady rise in temperature, then spread until her body was consumed in a burning flush. Her internal thermostat had gone haywire. She would wake up several times each night, drenched in sweat and unable to return to sleep.

By day, Jane Turner felt lethargic and easily frustrated. A fog had descended over her normally sharp mind. She couldn’t recall names or where she’d left her keys. She feared she had Alzheimer’s.

At work, the then 48-year-old was struggling to cope. As a business manager, she had a reputation for being organised, competent and cool under pressure.

“I’ve always been someone who prides themselves on their cognitive abilities, but I was struggling to finish a sentence,” Jane recalls.

“I was having hot flushes in meetings, my mood was flat at best and I probably could have been diagnosed with depression.”

On top of that, her skin was dry, her joints aching and her thick hair was thinning. “You get this feeling of your body breaking down,” she says.

When Jane’s doctor diagnosed menopause, she was faced with the decision of whether to go onto hormone replacement therapy (HRT).

After discussing the risks and benefits, Jane went home to think about it.


When news broke in 2002 that a major women’s health trial had been suspended because the health risks of HRT were found to have outweighed the benefits, shockwaves resounded among women worldwide.

Until then, doctors had routinely prescribed HRT for menopause. It was widely regarded as beneficial and protective against various age-related diseases, with few downsides.

“When I was a medical student,” recalls gynaecologist Dr Andrew Pesce, of the Australian Medical Association, “we were taught that HRT was good for women and improved their health. Over the years, it became clear that HRT could have some adverse impacts on women’s health, but it was thought these were offset by a reduced risk of heart attacks.”

Many women remained on HRT indefinitely into old age. Some even regarded it as “an elixir of youth” and enthused about the perks to their skin, energy and sex lives.

However, the Women’s Health Initiative (WHI) study changed all that. It reported that HRT increased women’s risk of breast cancer, stroke, heart disease and blood clots (yet, conversely, lowered the risk of bone fractures and bowel cancer).

Headlines sounded the alarm bells: “HRT Warning for Women” and “CALL YOUR GP”. The Cancer Council of NSW called for restrictions to be imposed on HRT use in Australia.

In the heat of the moment, the WHI statistics became a source of confusion. A 26 per cent increase in the risk of breast cancer was interpreted by some as meaning they had a one in four chance of developing the disease if they took HRT. That would, of course, be a high-stakes game of Russian Roulette.

In fact, the WHI study found that the risk of developing breast cancer in a year rose from 0.3 to 0.38 per cent on HRT (or the difference between 30 and 38 per 10,000 women getting breast cancer).

Nevertheless, a can of worms had been opened that would profoundly alter the way we viewed HRT.


Fourteen years on from the original WHI report, there is still a sense of anxiety around HRT.

Indeed, figures collated from Medicare Australia data by The Weekly reveal the number of annual subsidised HRT prescriptions has halved and remained low since the WHI study.

In 2001-02, there were 2.27 million prescriptions. In our most recent tax year, the figure is 1.02 million.

So are we simply becoming more sensible about HRT or has the pendulum swung too far in the other direction?

Associate Professor John Eden, head of the Sydney Menopause Centre at the Royal Hospital for Women, believes women are suffering unnecessarily because of a fear of HRT.

He tells of severely affected women falling into deep depression, having to leave jobs, divorce and even becoming suicidal.

“These women are in real trouble,” he says. “Their flushes can be continuous – they can wake you from your sleep every 30 minutes. One in eight women will have severe flushes for life. I’m amazed at how many of these women come to see me with a friend because their partner or husband has gone. I never used to prescribe antidepressants – now it happens all the time.”

However, Professor Karen Canfell of Cancer Council NSW, says it’s important women are informed that the risks of HRT are real. “There’s a large body of evidence both internationally and in Australia that has found an increase in the risk of breast cancer in women who use HRT.”

Professor Canfell says increased awareness of the risks and the resulting drop in usage has led to the equivalent of 800 fewer cases of breast cancer per year in Australia.

This figure, however, is hotly disputed. Critics say breast cancer rates had started to decline pre-

WHI for other reasons (such as mammograms), so this drop can’t all be linked to a drop in HRT use.

Nevertheless, a Cancer Council NSW study conducted last year found most Australian women taking HRT remain on it for too long, meaning over the course of years they double their risk compared to those who never use it, says Professor Canfell.

Dr Pesce reckons moderation is key in both the communication and usage of HRT, so women can balance their own personal risks. “I think the pendulum has gone a bit too far,” he says, “because the message hasn’t got out that short-term use doesn’t carry the same concerns as long-term use.

“There are a lot of women who would have a substantial increase in their quality of life if they just took it for a short time.”

The rule of thumb for doctors nowadays, he says, is “you only use HRT if that’s what’s needed to treat hormone deficiency [which manifests in menopausal symptoms] at the lowest dose for the shortest possible time.”


Given the controversy over HRT, it’s worth taking a look at the evidence. The trouble is that HRT is complicated and many factors shape your risk, including your age, lifestyle, medical history, genetics, when you start, the type of HRT you take and how long you stay on it.

For some, HRT can be beneficial and may even lower the risk of disease and death. For others, though, even short-term use may be too risky or have prohibitive side-effects.

First up, let’s be clear: as a treatment for the symptoms of menopause, HRT is unrivalled. Nothing else comes close. That’s not really surprising, given it is replenishing the hormones that a woman’s body is losing at menopause.

Yet, equally, not everyone needs it. About half of women experience only mild or no symptoms at menopause, according to Professor Eden. Another quarter has moderate symptoms, he says, and

the final quarter suffers severely. For them, it’s a question of quality of life.

As Professor Bronwyn Stuckey, an endocrinologist and President of the Australasian Menopause Society, explains, menopause is a “hugely variable” experience. “There’s a big myth among women that you go through menopause and you come out the other end and everything is okay,” Professor Stuckey says.

“But some will have symptoms into their 70s and 80s, whether or not they go onto HRT. Some will have symptoms for a while and when they stop HRT, they don’t have them anymore.”

Actor and comedian Jean Kittson, who wrote a book about menopause, You’re Still Hot To Me, started HRT after a torrent of flushes, sweats, insomnia and low moods left her struggling at work and home.

“I had no trepidation [about HRT] once I had researched it,” she says. “And once I was on it, I got to sleep again, I felt better and I got my mojo back.”

However, Jean’s been perturbed by the judgement of women using HRT.

“If you can do natural things and you don’t need it, that’s great,” she says. “Not everyone needs it. But really the only thing for severe symptoms is HRT.”

Experts say there’s no reliable way to predict how menopause will be for you, although it’s likely to be partly genetic. Women who’ve experienced post-natal depression and mood disorders may be more vulnerable.

It’s worth noting that the original WHI trial was set up to investigate HRT and cardiovascular health, so it didn’t include menopause relief in weighing up the risks and benefits. Other criticisms were the average age of women in the trial was too old at 63 (the average age of menopause is 51) and there were high rates of overweight and ex-smoker participants. This makes the trial’s results more vulnerable to skewing.

Still, last year, a Cochrane review (the gold standard for scientific research) concluded that HRT did not protect post-menopausal women against heart disease – but did increase the risk of stroke by 0.6 per cent and blood clots by 0.8 per cent.

Drill down into the detail and there were more interesting findings.

Women who started HRT in the first 10 years of menopause lowered their risk of dying or suffering a heart attack – and had no increased risk of stroke. They still had a slightly increased risk of blood clots.

Author Dr Henry Boardman, of the UK’s Oxford University, summarised it like this: “We found that if 1000 women under 60 years started hormone therapy, we would expect six fewer deaths, eight fewer cases of heart disease and five extra blood clots over about seven years, compared to 1000 similar women who did not start hormone therapy.”

While this finding needs strengthening through more research, Professor Stuckey says this appears to be the ideal “window of opportunity” for women to take HRT if needed.

Indeed, research suggests that judicial short-term use of HRT early in menopause can limit the additional risk of breast cancer.

“The good news is that the extra risk does disappear quite soon after women stop using menopausal hormone therapy,” confirms the Cancer Council’s Professor Canfell.


To put risk into perspective, doctors note that drinking a couple of glasses of wine every night, having babies after the age of 35 or being overweight are comparable to HRT in raising your odds of breast cancer.

Drinking less and losing weight are tangible ways > to offset your risk (thinner women, however, have a slightly higher risk of breast cancer from HRT because oestrogen is stored in fat cells and their breast tissue tends to be denser).

Some research has found HRT slightly increases the risk of ovarian cancer, while evidence of a lower risk of bowel cancer is inconclusive. And while HRT does reduce the risk of a bone fracture, that’s not usually enough reason to take it on its own.

To complicate matters, the type of HRT and even the way you take it (pills, patches, gels, creams, tablets, implants and intrauterine devices) also affect your risk. Smokers and overweight people, for example, may be better off using patches to mitigate their risk of deep vein thrombosis (DVT).

Women who’ve had a hysterectomy can take oestrogen-only HRT, which has a lower risk of breast cancer and may offer slight protection against heart disease.

Those who have an intact uterus, however, need the added progestogen in “combined HRT” to protect themselves from endometrial cancer.

Meanwhile, testosterone therapy is being researched as a potential treatment for the loss of libido for some women and an HRT drug called tibolone (sold under the brand Livial) acts like a combination of all three hormones, with the advantage that it doesn’t appear to increase the risk of breast cancer in healthy women.

Among those who need to be careful about HRT are those with a history or extra risk of breast or endometrial cancer, heart disease or DVT.

Jane Turner, now 53, decided not to go onto HRT because her mother had died of breast cancer.

To reduce stress, she left her job to run a wellness coaching business. She also began exercising and addressed a binge-eating disorder. Drawing on her positive health strategies, she wrote a book about menopause.

“When I got off processed foods,” she says, “my hot flushes stopped and I started to feel better.” Five years on, Jane is feeling good again.


Despite the differing views, there are some core messages most experts agree on. Your quality of life at menopause is important. HRT is effective for moderate to severe symptoms. You don’t have to grin and bear it. Talk it through with your doctor first and have regular check-ups.

If you are suffering, start HRT as early as you can. Aim to use it for less than five years and try coming off it during winter. Don’t stop abruptly, as a sudden fall in oestrogen will probably cause problems. Instead, wean yourself off it slowly.

If you can’t take HRT, there are other treatments. Professor Eden says vaginal dryness, for example, is an “almost universal” symptom by the age of 60 and is easily remedied with creams, yet many women are too embarrassed to seek help.

As Jean Kittson observes, today’s women cannot afford to put their lives on hold for menopause. Many are juggling busy lives, demanding jobs and caring for teenage children and elderly parents.

“You need to be able to think clearly,” she says, “not suffering aches and pains, and scratching your legs. Not having marriage breakdowns because you can’t cope [with the symptoms]. Not having to leave work because you can’t function. Not being unable to sleep, being critical all the time nor, for some women, having painful sex. We have to be fully functional human beings.”

This story originally appeared in the April issue of The Australian Women’s Weekly.

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This family secret lasted 60 years

Eve Ash was in her 50s when a DNA test revealed a life-long lie.

Growing up in Melbourne in the 1950s, Eve Ash had a happy childhood in a close family. Her Polish parents, Feliks and Martha, were Holocaust survivors who had lost dozens of loved ones, but they kept their past traumas to themselves, adamant their pain would not cast a pall over another generation.

“We were very aware that there were other Jewish families that were very twisted and mentally anguished,” says Eve. “They had thrown at them, ‘You don’t know what we went through.’ We never had any of that.”

Feliks, who built up a successful sportswear business, could be socially reticent, but Martha was a bon vivant – a beautiful, flirtatious artist who used to lie about her age and throw elaborate themed parties at their home in Murrumbeena. She was a devoted mother to Eve and her older sister, Helen, but also an enigma.

“I don’t know why,” says Eve, 64, a psychologist and filmmaker, “but I always felt there was a secret.”

At first, Eve thought she might be adopted – “I felt like an Australian implant in this European family” – but her feelings could easily be explained away: six years younger than Helen, Eve was the only one born in Australia, in 1951, two years after her family had migrated. Martha also had the hospital bracelet Eve had worn as a newborn.

Yet Eve’s suspicions persisted, especially after she discovered her parents’ wartime secrets when she was 14. Feliks had been forced to work in a concentration camp, processing dead bodies, while Martha spent the war on the run, pretending not to be Jewish. They had both been married before, their much-loved partners killed by the Nazis.

When Feliks died in 1985, Eve wondered again whether she and Helen had different fathers. Before Martha died in 1996, she even asked her mother point-blank if she had had affairs, but Martha dismissed the question as “ridiculous”.

Eve raised her two children, ran her film production company and tried to let it go – until a stranger sent her an email in 2008, claiming to be her half-sister.

Micheline Lee was Eve’s mirror image and the daughter of Ronald “Dixie” Lee, a fondly remembered family friend who had been a regular at her parents’ parties. The women sent off cheek swabs to a DNA testing company and the results showed it was 99.99 per cent likely they were half-sisters.

The mystery began to unfold. As Eve set off to confront her birth father eight years ago, she knew she had to capture it on camera, so she began making Family Secrets, documenting her own journey of discovery as well as her mother’s “psychological history” of atrocity and survival.

Eve and Helen have travelled to Poland to piece together Martha’s life story, creating a picture of the complex woman she was. Along the way, Eve has found a new compassion for Martha – and forged an amazing bond with the man with whom her mother had an affair.

Today, we meet in Eve’s home in inner Melbourne, an architect-designed warehouse conversion filled with modern art.

“You couldn’t make up this story,” says Eve, as she chronicles a tale of secrets and lies that veers off on curious tangents and involves coincidences too far-fetched for fiction.

Eve, it turns out, had suspected Dixie for years. He had done some surveying for her in the 1980s and Eve was so struck by their physical similarities that she asked when he had met her mother. Keen to protect Martha, Dixie lied and said it was after Eve was born.

In the early 2000s, one of Dixie’s sons contacted Eve after hearing her talking on radio about her new books, ironically titled Rewrite Your Life! and Rewrite Your Relationships!

Eve didn’t know the man, but he remembered his parents being friends with hers, and Eve shared her paternity suspicions with him. Those suspicions eventually found their way to Dixie’s daughter.

Then there was the Melbourne street directory. Martha had told Eve that Dixie, a land surveyor, had named streets after them, and Eve thought that meant all four members of her family – but she only found “Eve” and “Martha” in the same estate. “That,” she says, “was one of the biggest clues that he was my father.”

When Eve confronted Dixie in 2008, it was under the guise of interviewing him for a film on Martha’s life. Sitting in a shopping centre in Werribee, Eve felt faint as she told him she knew he was her father. Dixie was relieved that the secret was out; he said he’d followed her career online and thought of her every year on her birthday.

“I found that really emotional,” Eve recalls, “but I didn’t immediately feel love. I hadn’t discovered a long-lost loving parent. I’d discovered … my mum’s lover.”

A picture of rude 91-year-old health, Dixie arrives at Eve’s house after we’ve been chatting for an hour or so. Still working as a land surveyor, he is immaculately groomed, with a beard that lends him a startling resemblance to KFC’s Colonel Sanders. His mobile goes off and the ring tone is the first distinctive bars of Bad to the Bone.

This is a man clearly unwilling to go gentle into that good night. He served as a marine in World War II, had five wives and two affairs (resulting in 10 children), played A-grade chess, built a yacht and sailed the Pacific – and he has no intention of ever retiring.

Born in Burnie, Tasmania, Dixie was a married 25-year-old father of two when he met Martha, 33, a new migrant with one child, on the North Road bus in mid-1949. The connection was electric, even if

they had to rely on Dixie’s schoolboy French to communicate.

“She had a delightful accent,” Dixie recalls. “We were together for 20 minutes or so and we’d look forward to each time. I took to really sprucing myself up.”

Before long, Martha and Dixie were having secret trysts three times a week. Their spouses had no idea.

In early 1951, when Martha told Dixie she was pregnant, he was pleased. When Eve was born, he took flowers to the hospital within hours of her birth. Guilt never came into it, for either of them.

“It was just full bore – we were oblivious to everything else,” says Dixie. “We seemed made for each other.”

Eve can understand the attraction. “Maybe there was something about Dixie that was reminiscent of her lost love,” she muses. “Maybe a part of her had died in the war and Dixie ignited in her passion again.”

As for Martha and Feliks, theirs was a safe relationship, if perhaps not a sexually exciting one; Eve certainly doesn’t remember any threat of a break-up. Bonded by their Holocaust experiences, “they were family”, she says.

The two couples socialised – and Dixie and his wife even looked after the Ash girls when Feliks and Martha went overseas on business – but no one knew of the affair. In the mid-1950s, Martha became pregnant again, but couldn’t pretend Feliks was the father this time. Dixie still remembers taking her to an abortionist in Toorak. “It had to be done,” he says. “Her whole world would have fallen apart.”

The affair lasted more than 15 years, spanning Dixie’s first two marriages, but there was never any talk of running away together. “We just pleasured each other over the years,” he says. “She had no thought of leaving her life and neither did I.”

Dixie left Melbourne, though, to move overseas in the early ’70s. He married his third wife (the niece of his second) and lived with her and another woman in a ménage à trois for years – until the two women eventually left him for each other. He returned to Australia in the 1980s and has been with his current wife for more than 35 years.

With that kind of history, it would be reasonable to assume his children might carry resentment, but Eve says she has none of that baggage. Dixie has even shown Eve the exact spot of her conception, behind the bathing boxes on Brighton Beach. “He did an X on the sand,” she says wryly. “Being into geography and mapping, we’ve got a bit more accuracy than most.”

Dixie went along recently when Eve filmed scenes for her documentary, recreating the bus encounters 67 years ago with actors in period costume.

Together, we watch the scenes on Eve’s computer: the moment Dixie and Martha first meet; the pair sharing a kiss behind a newspaper; the young mum in a pretty polka-dot dress. When the screen fades to black, Dixie is silent for a moment, seemingly overcome by emotion or nostalgia or both.

The postscript to this story is the extraordinary father-daughter friendship that has grown between Eve and Dixie – to the point where they now speak on the phone every second day. They are both atheists and human rights supporters incensed by injustice.

“I think Mum would love to know that we have bonded,” says Eve. “She would also be grateful she doesn’t have to take any crap. Her subterfuge had gone on too long and I’m not sure she could have handled the exposure.”

Not that Eve is judging her. After all the horror her mother had endured, Eve can’t condemn her for seizing any opportunity for happiness.

“Everything was grabbed out from under her,” says Eve. “Maybe those war experiences bring out in you [the belief that] you have to live for the moment. Anything can happen next.”

This story originally appeared in the April issue of The Australian Women’s Weekly.

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How the Declutter Queen can change your life

Inspired by Marie Kondo, the global titan of tidying, Susan Horsburgh sifts through her closet in the quest for clothes that “spark joy”.

Sure, I’ve tidied before, but Marie Kondo promises this time will be different. I pore over her latest book, Spark Joy, and I’m pumped.

“Life truly begins,” she writes, “only after you have put your house in order.” I look around at my paltry half-life – littered with spare buttons, mysterious electrical cords and Happy Meal figurines – and decide I need discipline.

Kondo is the woman for the job. Named one of Time’s 100 most influential people of 2015, the decluttering dominatrix has become an international phenomenon since the release of her brutally prescriptive best-seller, The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up.

The 2014 book has inspired a dramatic uptick in op-shop donations and the Japanese author is even a verb – as in, “I took a day off to Kondo my closet and threw out three bridesmaid dresses”.

Her revolutionary idea? Keep the things that “spark joy” and chuck the rest.

In her new book, Kondo expands on her “KonMari Method” and insists that if you follow it to the letter, tidying up all in one hit, you will never have to declutter again; in fact, you “will experience, every day, a feeling of contentment” – and a drawer full of undies in adorable little origami packets. I’m sold.

I set aside a weekend to face off with my overstuffed wardrobe, dutifully dumping every last item of clothing onto my bed. Just the sight of that mangled mess paralyses me for 45 minutes, but then I remember Kondo’s all-important sorting order and start with the tops.

Apparently it’s easier to detect joy with them because they’re worn close to your heart – and maybe she’s right, because I manage to turf 27 of them.

To check if they’re joy-inducers, Kondo wants you to “commune” with your clothes. Hug, fondle, perhaps even fornicate with them if it helps – just don’t, under any circumstances, salvage an item because “it might come in handy”.

And don’t even think of keeping something just to wear around the house. (Even so, I set aside a floppy, misshapen T-shirt for fake tanning. Bless me, Kondo, for I have sinned.)

It turns out less than 5 per cent of my wardrobe thrills me, but I can’t be wearing my favourite feathered cocktail dress to school pick-up, so I have to adopt a fairly liberal definition of “joy”.

I also occasionally have to override myself: there is nothing more joyful than the comfiness of an elasticised waist, but I decide that self-respect has to trump joy – so I jettison the maternity jeans. It is, after all, more than five years since my last baby was born.

Before you dispatch the rejects, though, Kondo demands that you sincerely thank each item out loud and bid it farewell. It’s supposed to ease the guilt, but I feel like a fruitcake vocalising my gratitude to a pair of tweed trousers.

By the third hour, my joy detection becomes dodgier and I allow myself a “maybe” pile. I try on some loose-fitting jeans for my husband and they apparently spark nothing short of repulsion; when I don a pair of flared numbers, my seven-year-old says I look like Elvis Presley. (No, she can’t name the Prime Minister, but somehow she can conjure up a long-dead celebrity to sledge me.)

Verbal abuse, however, aids the purging process, so bring it on! I emerge from the bedroom to get my third garbage bag and my husband asks grimly, “Will you have any clothes left?”

That’s when I hit a wall, otherwise known as eveningwear. I can’t bring myself to toss the green silk dress I wore to my pre-wedding cocktail party, even though I’ll need an intense bout of gastro to get into it again.

The same goes for multiple other pre-motherhood dresses from the days when I actually used to go out.

I don’t know whether it’s just nostalgia or my joy sensor is on the fritz. It is almost midnight, though, so it could also be flat-out exhaustion.

I toss the remaining clothes on the floor and tiptoe through the detritus to bed.

Day two dawns and I want to shred Kondo’s book: she says you have to tolerate the mess – you can’t put stuff away until the discarding is done – but I feel defeated.

Losing the will to live, I bypass jewellery and beachwear altogether. It seems I enjoy reading about self-improvement more than actually improving myself.

To be fair, though, Kondo is hard-core – we’re talking about a woman who used to skip school recess to tidy the class bookshelves for kicks.

She calls this a “tidying festival”, but I’ve had more fun in the final stages of labour. And just when the onerous task of chucking is over, the origami begins.

Clothes have to be folded into tight rectangular packages and then propped upright, filing-cabinet-style, colour-coded from light to dark.

This is when her anthropomorphising can get a bit out-there. Kondo treats her clothes like faithful, supportive friends and suggests you do too.

Bras, for example, “have exceptional pride and emit a distinctive aura” – so store them “like royalty”. She also frets over the feelings of your beleaguered, balled-up socks, and insists they be laid on top of each other and gently folded so they can rest. But socks aren’t magnetic and need a snug fit in the drawer to stay together, so I forget that decree too.

Of course, keeping only the stuff you love and storing it neatly makes a lot of sense. Even after I cut some corners, I finish with four garbage bags of joyless clothes to cart off to Vinnies – and my drawers are such pictures of rainbow loveliness, I find myself opening them repeatedly to sneak a peek.

By the end of day two, though, I’m a broken woman. Who has the stamina (or free time) for 12 hours of decision-making and fabric-folding? And that’s only the clothing category. A whole cluttered household awaits.

Next up is books, which means at some point I will have to hold Kondo’s little hardback solemnly in my hands and ask if it sparks joy. Sorry, Kondo, but I don’t think you’ll make the cut.

This story originally appeared in the April issue of The Australian Women’s Weekly.

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Andrew Denton: I watched my father die an agonising death

The scarring memory of his father Kit’s brutal, agonising death prompted Andrew Denton to travel the world researching euthanasia. Now, he wants assisted dying to be legalised in Australia.

Kit Denton was a wonderful man; a writer, father, husband and the centre of his family’s world. For Andrew Denton, his dad represented humour, integrity and courage.

He was also affectionately named “Old Bastard Face” by his wife, Andrew’s mum Le, for Kit’s at times argumentative and pedantic nature.

Kit was a man who lived for words and The Goon Show comedy, both passed on lovingly to his son. He was unwell for many years of his later life and had been in pain for a long time, which he bore with dignity.

“Dad had a heart attack in his 50s, he had spinal problems from a parachuting accident when he was in the Army and he had a thing called polyarthritis which meant arthritis of everywhere,” recalls Andrew.

Yet it was in the final months and weeks of his life that Kit really started to suffer in an unbearable way.

“My father was rushed to hospital,” Andrew explains. “In those last three days, once he’d slipped into a coma, it was clear that the pain relief they gave him wasn’t enough and my sisters, mother and I were on constant watch with him.

“Throughout that time, my abiding memory is of these spasms and waves of pain going through his body. He was flinching and he was buckling … Then, at the end, it was a violent series of spasms. It was as if something had crawled inside him and was tearing him apart from the inside.

“It was horrible to watch and it was horrible to hear. Watching my father die really shocked me – to see the brutality of it. I never understood to whose benefit he was kept alive for those extra three days, but it sure as hell wasn’t his.

“Afterwards, I remember talking to my family GP about the question of euthanasia. I was really struck by the fact he said, ‘Look, it’s best that there’s not a law – it’s best it just stays as a grey area.’ I couldn’t understand that.”

Kit was just 67 when he died of heart failure in 1997 and in many ways, he was too young to die. Yet Andrew is certain that if he’d been able to end his life to escape that excruciating degree of pain at the end, Kit would have.

“I’m sure,” says Andrew. “I don’t ever recall us talking about this in depth, but I know we’d talked about it and certainly, philosophically, it was something he agreed with.

“He was a compassionate man, a humane man and if there had been the kind of choice I’m proposing, which is a medication you could drink, that had been legally available, I suspect he would have chosen to take it – or not. But had he chosen to take it, I know as a family we would have totally supported that choice.”

Fuelled by this traumatic memory and by an article he came across a couple of years ago by Tasmanian Margaretta Pos describing the final days of her father, Hugo, who lived and died in the Netherlands, Andrew has become a passionate advocate for introducing assisted dying legislation in Australia.

Under Netherlands law, Hugo, who had terminal cancer, spent the last night of his life with his family listening to Mozart, following a week of joyous goodbyes.

Then, with medication which he chose to take and legally was able to take, he slipped peacefully away on his own terms. This, says Andrew, was something he wishes his father could have had.

For the past eight months, Andrew has spent hundreds of hours talking with nurses, doctors, politicians, lawyers, priests and surgeons here and around the world, trying to work out how assisted dying laws work and if they could bring relief to Australian families.

The answer was an unequivocal yes. His interviews make up a 17-part podcast called Better Off Dead, which is both affecting and compelling.

There are two legal models currently in play – one in Oregon where the law is limited to those with a terminal illness and a prognosis, as determined by two independent doctors, that they have six months or less to live with no treatment available. In these circumstances, patients can ask for a fatal medication, which only they can administer when they are ready.

Ultimately, Andrew discovered many choose not to take the medication, but the very fact they have it brings a sense of comfort to them and their families.

“People only choose to take it when they really have nothing else, when there is no option,” says Andrew. “I think it’s one of the great fallacies put forward – the suggestion that people die easily, or that it’s a coward’s way out, or that they don’t value their lives. People deeply value their lives. People so much want to be alive.”

The other law, adopted in Belgium and the Netherlands, concerns a wider audience, those suffering from “unbearable and untreatable suffering”, which can cover such things as Multiple Sclerosis, motor neurone disease and irreversible disorders.

In these circumstances, a life-ending injection is administered upon request. Andrew would like to see a combination of the two options here in Australia.

“I really think the appropriate way to do this is what’s called ‘voluntary assisted dying’, whereby it’s not somebody giving you an injection, unless you are physically incapable, but you are given a medication that you and only you can drink. It is the ultimate act of volunteering. And, as I said, almost 40 per cent of people who get this medication choose not to take it.

“One of the loudest drumbeats of fear, which has been banged in this country over the last 20 years, is ‘people are going to be forced into this. Granny is going to be coerced. The disabled are going to be coerced’. But it’s voluntary, it’s you, it’s your decision – it’s only you that can do this. I think that’s absolutely crucial.”

I ask Andrew if he would opt for assisted dying himself. “If I was in that extreme position, it is something I would like to have the option of doing for myself,” he says.

“I can’t say whether I’d do it. One of the things I’ve realised is that people cling to life well beyond what you would, from the outside, think anybody could do. It’s such a personal thing and until you’re there you don’t know what’s going to happen.”

Many of the stories Andrew has heard have touched him to the core and all but broken his heart, but he says he hasn’t become depressed by the project.

“The incredible resilience of the human spirit that I have seen is actually very inspiring. And you know what lies at the core of this? Even I would say for the opponents – it’s love. There is a great desire to treat those we love with love and this is at the heart of assisted dying. Assisted dying is the ultimate act of medical compassion towards those most in need of it.”

For Andrew’s father, the end was very different, but he does have fond memories of the week before Kit went into a coma, when the family collected for a farewell toast.

“We drank Champagne to him and wished him the old Jewish toast, l’chayim – to life. So we got that and many families don’t get that.”

For Andrew Denton’s podcast, visit wheelercentre.com/betteroffdead.

This story originally appeared in the April issue of The Australian Women’s Weekly.

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Big Brother’s Reggie Bird: I’m legally blind

“Unless I have my cane with me, people don't realise I have low vision.”

14 years ago Reggie won the hearts of the nation, after taking out Big Brother.

It’s hard to believe it’s been 13 years since Reggie Bird captured the hearts of Australians and won Big Brother.

Now, she’s revealed she’s been declared legally blind due to a disease she’s battled for 12 years.

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Reggie, who is now known as Regina Sorensen, was diagnosed with Retinitis Pigmentosa at 29 and was told she’d eventually lose her vision.

“I’ve lost my peripheral vision and I’ve got 10 degrees of central vision left,” she told Channel 7’s The Daily Edition.

She said she wanted to make the public aware that many people with disabilities have conditions that aren’t immediately visible.

“Unless I have my cane with me, people don’t realise I have low vision,” she said.

“Sometimes when you get taxis, I’ve had taxi drivers say you’re only going up the road, why can’t you walk?”

The single mum says her two children, Mia and Lucas, have been a big help to her and understand when she needs guidance.

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Chris Hemsworth’s daughter wants a penis

In an amazing new interview, Chris Hemsworth shared a hilarious story about his three-year-old daughter, India.

You can read as many books as you like, but sometimes, no amount of research can prepare you for the weird and wonderful questions your kids might ask!

In a hilariously candid new interview on The Ellen Show, Chris Hemsworth revealed that he and his sweet three-year-old daughter have been having a few awkward conversations as of late…

When asked if his daughter India gets along with her two-year-old twin brothers, Sasha and Tristan, the Thor star answered Ellen’s question with a very amusing story.

“They get along. Absolutely,” he replied. “At times, siblings kind of have their moments. My daughter is kind of envious of my boys, at the moment.”

“She came to me the other day and she was like ‘You know, Papa, I want one of those things that Sasha and Tristan have,'” he went on.

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“She was like, ‘You know, the things in between the legs that you have.’”

“I was like ‘Oh, um. Well, you see, girls …’ and then my brain’s like, How do we handle this?” He added with a laugh, before recounting how he had explained to his darling girl that boys and girls differ in anatomy.

“She goes, ‘I really want one.’ I’m like, ‘A penis?’ And she’s like, ‘I want a penis!’” He quipped.

After deliberating how to respond to his daughter, who turns four next month, he finally came up with the perfect answer.

“I was like, she’s 4, you know what, you can be whatever you want to be. And she goes, ‘Thanks, Dad!’ Runs off to the playground and that was it.”

The cute story was met with a ringing chorus of applause, which is the same reaction the star also received this week when he made a kind fans day.

When the 32-year-old actor accidentally left his wallet on a table after dining in a restaurant, he thought he would never see it again.

But when he received a letter from a 17-year-old scout named Tristin Budzyn-Barker, who had found the wallet and intended to return it to the star, he felt grateful beyond belief.

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The kind teenager – who confessed that he was “speechless” to find the A-listers wallet – was then invited to The Ellen DeGeneres Show to be thanked in person by his idol.

Rewarding the everyday hero for his compassionate gesture, Chris actually gifted Tristin the money from his wallet, and if that wasn’t incredible enough, Ellen also presented Tristin with $10,000 to be put toward his college fund.

Proving that good things really do happen to nice people!

This story originally appeared on Woman’s Day

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