Do women get addicted to dying hair?

September 21, 2015 by Stacey Byles

Do women get addicted to dying hair? We asked Venessa, a nurse, who has dyed her hair hundreds of times, every colour of the rainbow, and has spent around £5,000.

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Looking at all the different hair dyes, my eyes glance up and down the shelves in awe, and a sense of indecisiveness filled me with excitement.

“What colour this week,” I thought to myself running my fingertips through the ends of my pink hair. I have been dyeing my hair for over five-years and I have spent close to £5,000 funding my colour-changing hair habit. I finally managed to choose a shade and rushed home to lather my hair in my new colour – the 30 minutes wait is always such a tease.

“Who are you going to be this week, Vanessa? my mum, Jackie, 49, said to me. “The crazy, pink-haired lady, or are you going to give your mum a break and go back to your roots?” “Lilac,” I said with a wink. I separated my hair into sections, ensuring I dyed every single strand.

Mum gave a little tut, shook her head and smiled at me. “Wont the hospital mind?” she asked, straightening out my bed sheets. “No, they love it. My patients say I keep them young.” I carefully combed the dye through my hair, popped a shower cap on and rinsed my hands. My obsession with dyeing my hair started when I was 18 and quickly turned into an addiction.

I dyed my hair a bright red colour then, and almost every week since I’ve bought a box of colour costing around £20. I usually split the dye into two pots and add conditioners to it. This way it makes it last longer and my hair is always in great condition. I always top the colour up every few days to keep it looking fresh too.

The next day, at the hospital, I was rocking my new lilac hair, which went perfectly well with my nursing uniform. “Hello nurse pinky,” one of my patients said to me. “Not so pink anymore, I’ve changed it to lilac,” I said, cheekily, plumping her pillow. “And I’ll still be dying my hair when I get to your age.

“I think greys have the most fun anyway,” she said puffing up her hair, laughing. I’m fairly sure my patients hadn’t a clue there were so many different hair colours. “How many colours have you been?” she asked. “Well, I normally change my hair colour with my mood and never stay the same colour for more than a month.

“I’ve been pink, blue, green, brown, blonde, turquoise, red, purple, orange…the list goes on. “I’m naturally a mousey brown colour but I like to try something different every now and then.” My hair always gets compliments and the condition is really good.

The amount of money I have spent on dyeing my hair is fairly extravagant, but I’ve given up other things in their place. Instead of buying a dress one week, or getting a take-away, I’ll buy a box of dye instead. I think everyone should go a shade brighter with their hair. It’s really endearing. Just try not to get addicted like me, it costs a lot if you do.

So there you are – women certainly can get addicted to dying hair!

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Ex-Boyfriend Posted Naked Pictures on Facebook

July 25, 2014 by Harriet Rose-Gale

Have you been the victim of psychological abuse, domestic abuse (violent or non violent), or has someone been posting your Naked Pictures on Facebook or websites? Would you like to share your story and help or warn others in a similar situation? Get in touch with us today. Read Lisa Beckett’s story about her harassing ex-boyfriend who posted naked photos on Facebook to humiliate her…

I was staring at the screen of my mobile absolutely fuming. ‘What’s the matter Lisa?’ my boss Sharon asked. ‘Ben just text me saying he has posted naked pictures of me on Facebook,’ I said.

Sharon was more than just my manager. After working together for nine years we were good friends and she knew the mess I was going through with my ex. ‘Do you want me to check for you?’ she offered. ‘If you could, he blocked me from his profile so I can’t see anything,’ I answered. ‘I know he’s bluffing anyways. I have never taken any naked pictures in my life.’ But a few minutes later I heard Sharon gasp and one look at the screen crushed me.

Ben, the man I loved for the past year had posted two pornographic pictures of us having ‘doggy style’ sex for all the world to see. Pictures I never knew existed!

Despite knowing Ben, 29, since school and having mutual friends, we never spent too much time together. We were both in longterm relationships and living our own lives. But years later after I had split from the father of my daughter Sophia, 2, I ran into Ben at a Christening party. He spoke to my friend Sarah* and told her he wanted to ask me out on a date. ‘So Ben fancies you,’ Sarah* whispered to me.

‘What? Ben Haddon?’ I asked shocked. ‘He’s had more girlfriends than hot dinners.’ Sarah laughed, ‘Maybe but he’s grown up a lot. He’s a nice guy. You should give him a chance.’ A few days later a message from Ben popped up in my Facebook asking me out that Saturday night. I reluctantly agreed. He picked me up Saturday evening and we went for a few drinks at the local pub.

Ben was funny and charming. We were both parents and he told me about how he was fighting for custody of his two young children. They were the similar ages to Sophia and my heart went out to him. I couldn’t imagine being separated from my daughter.

When he dropped me back home and walked me to my door he leaned in for a kiss. ‘Can I see you again?’ he asked softly. ‘I would love that,’ I said smiling.

Not long after we started seeing each other a few times a week. It was the beginning of November 2012 when we started dating so by Christmas I thought it was time for him to meet Sophia. Ben was brilliant with her. You could tell he was a dad and new how to talk to kids. Sophia loved him.

We went to family Christmas parties and everyone thought we made a great couple. Things were going great apart from the custody battle he was fighting with his ex. He was desperate to see his kids and I was completely supportive of him. I even went to court with him a few times when he asked.

His ex accused him of threatening her and harassment and I was just shocked. I didn’t believe a word she said. That wasn’t my Ben. She even tried to warn me off him by sending me messages on Facebook. I just ignored her.

By June 2013 we decided to take the next step and move in together. It was nice seeing him every day after he finished work as a builder. He also helped take care of Sophia when I was at work as a support worker for disabled people. We finally got a chance to go on our first proper holiday together in October. We booked five days away at a Haven holiday in Prestatyn, North Wales.

About midway through the break we were walking through town doing some shopping when we passed a jewellery store. Ben suddenly stopped by the door. ‘I’ve got a surprise for you,’ he said. ‘What surprise?’ I questioned. ‘Lisa you have stood by me through everything this past year. ‘I love you and I love Sophia like she’s my own daughter. ‘I’ve never been happier in my life and I want to ask you to marry me?’ My hand flew to my mouth. I was overwhelmed.

‘Yes,’ I managed to say. ‘Well then let’s go pick you out a ring,’ he laughed as he hugged me. When we got home we told all our friends and family about our engagement. Everyone was so supportive.

Life carried on as normal but around Christmas I noticed a few changes in Ben. He was acting more jealous than I had ever seen him. If I was standing ‘too close’ to some of our mutual male friends he would make little comments like, ‘Why are you standing with them and not talking to me?’. It only ever happened when he had a few beers so I chalked it up to drink.

But on Boxing Day his ex rang him offering to let him see his children for a visit. ‘That’s great Ben,’ I encouraged. ‘This is a step in the right direction.’ ‘I just hope she isn’t playing a game,’ he said. Over the next week he saw the kids a couple of times and he started to seem distant. On January 6 he came home after work and went straight upstairs. I was sat with my mate Leanne having a cuppa and just figured he had a bad day.

Then he came downstairs with a suitcase and said, ‘I’m leaving you.’ I laughed. I thought it was a joke. ‘Why?’ I asked. ‘I don’t want to talk about it,’ Ben replied. ‘Well I’ll speak to you tomorrow then if you are just being silly,’ I said. I didn’t believe he was actually leaving. I mean we were engaged and he wasn’t giving any sort of explanation.

The next day I text him asking if he would be home that night. He responded by text, ‘I’m putting my children first.’ ‘What does that mean?’ I typed. ‘Is there something you’re not telling me?’ ‘Please wait for me until April,’ he asked. I was so confused.

Did he think he could just drop me and Sophia and come back to us whenever he pleases. I felt used and heartbroken. I told him I couldn’t see him or talk to him. That’s when he started harassing me.

He turned up at my house drunk arguing with me and calling me a ‘tramp’ and asking who I had been out with. He sent threatening texts to me and my family. Message like ‘I’m going to destroy your life’, ‘I’ll get you sacked’ and ‘I’m ringing social services on you’ became daily occurrences.

On February 3 I called social services to warn them my ex was threatening to make false claims against me. The next day I went into work around 2pm. About an hour into my shift Ben rang me shouting ‘Nobody wants you!’ and ‘I’m going to turn everyone against you’ down the phone. ‘Leave me alone Ben!’ I shouted and hung up.

Sharon, my deputy manager, saw how shaken I was. ‘Are you alright Lisa?’ she asked. I was holding back tears. ‘It’s Ben,’ I said. ‘He won’t stop calling and texting these vile messages. He keeps saying he’s going to ring my work and get me fired.’ ‘He can ring all he wants Lisa but you’ve been here for nine years,’ she said. He won’t get you sacked.’

Around 4pm another text from Ben came in saying, ‘I’ve uploaded your naked pictures.’ I knew I had never taken any naked photos with him so I thought he was lying. Then another text came through, ‘I’ve got six more waiting to go up.’ I told Sharon what he was saying. ‘Do you want me to check for you?’ she offered. ‘If you could, he blocked me from his profile so I can’t see anything,’ I answered. ‘I know he’s bluffing anyways. I have never taken any naked pictures in my life.’

She loaded the page and suddenly gasped, nearly falling off her chair. I rushed to the screen and couldn’t believe my eyes. Two pictures of us having sex from behind were made public on his profile. They were all over the newsfeed for anyone to see. I was mortified. I burst into tears.

I called my best mate Leanne and before I could say anything she said, ‘I’ve seen them Lisa. I’ve already reported him to Facebook and I’m taking screenshots for the police. You need to call the police now.’

I rushed off the phone and called the police as well as all my friends and family begging them not to check Facebook. The pictures didn’t show my face but he posted my name with them and put comments slating me with the photos. And the photos weren’t just naked pictures. They were pornographic.

The pictures were taken down but not before most of my friends and family saw them. I was horrified. I couldn’t eat or sleep. He had ruined my reputation in just minutes.

The police took a statement from me and the evidence Leanne had collected and arrested Ben later that week. He pleaded guilty to one charge of harassment without violence when he appeared at North Staffordshire Justice Centre on March 20. Prosecutor Katie Price said in court, ‘On February 4, Mr Haddon sent a text saying he had uploaded some pornographic pictures and was planning to upload more. Miss Beckett was disgusted. The first photograph showed her and the defendant lying together naked on a bed. The second photograph was of a similar nature, but a close-up version. Miss Beckett claims she did not know these pictures had been taken and that she definitely did not consent to them.”

JPs slapped Ben with an indefinite restraining order banning him from contacting me He was also ordered to pay £250 in compensation to me as well as a £250 fine and £110 costs. But I didn’t want the cash. I wanted him to regret what he did and learn from it so he wouldn’t do it again.

Sadly I heard he was laughing outside of court and I doubt he has learned his lesson. It was the worst kind of betrayal. I loved Ben and thought I would spend the rest of my life with him. Now I feel like I’m just waiting for his next revenge attack.

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Quirky Proposal Story

June 17, 2014 by Laura Elvin

Dark Knight in Shining Armour! We love a romantic story, but we love a fantastic proposal story even more!!

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As I walked through the Guildhall shopping centre in Stafford with my best friend Hayley, 27, my head pounded.

“I can’t believe you’ve dragged me out after last night,” I said.

We’d been to the Wireless music festival the night before and had a few too many drinks watching Snoop Dogg and Ke$ha take to the stage.

“Well let’s just hope nothing happens that will make your head spin,” she replied.

As we continued walking through the mall, I noticed a huge crowd gathering outside the shops, all looking up at the top of the building.

I glanced over at Hayley with a quizzical look and she looked back at me blankly.

Suddenly, a brass band began playing the Batman theme tune.

“Oooh Batman,” I said to Hayley, getting excited and quickly forgetting all about my hangover. “I wonder what’s happening.”

I’d loved Batman for as long as I can remember and anything related to the caped crusader grabbed my attention.

My boyfriend Ross, 29, even had a Batman suit that he wears for a laugh.

We’d been together for about five years and I was certain I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him.

We were perfect for each other. If he was Batman, then I was definitely his Catwoman.

Then I saw him – Batman.

“Hayley, look up there,” I said, pointing to a man dressed as the character hanging off the edge of a building.

I thought about Ross who would have loved to see something like this.

“This is just the kind of thing he’d do,” I said.

As the music quickened the pace, the Dark Knight began rappelling down the side of the building.

The crowd cheered as his cape flapped in the breeze and he landed on his feet successfully.

Then, he turned as two men dressed as thieves ran passed him through the crowd.

But as he chased them, I noticed something about the way he was running, and my heart started to race.

Surely that can’t be Ross, I thought to myself. His shoes and the way he was running looked so familiar and I’d know that bum anywhere!

I looked at Hayley who was grinning like the Joker and then my eyes went straight back at the action.

‘Batman’, or as I was starting to suspect, Ross, had apprehended the black-and-white striped ‘crooks’ and had retrieved a small box from one of them.

My heart rate continued to rise as the crowd cheered and he leapt to his feet and came running over to me, the music still playing in the background.

I couldn’t contain myself any longer and I began laughing out loud. I knew for sure it was Ross now, and Hayley was laughing her socks off too.

The Caped Crusader got on one knee in front of me and held the box open.

In it was the most beautiful engagement ring I could have ever imagined.

“Amber Clarke,” he said. “Will you marry me?”

My cheeks flushed bright crimson, but I couldn’t help beaming from ear to ear.

“Of course I will,” I said and he got back up to his feet, kissed me and held me in his arms.

The crowd cheered and Hayley congratulated us. She had kept it from me so well. I had no idea what was happening. I couldn’t believe it.

Ross says he’s done his bit now, and that the wedding is all up to me – typical superheroes!

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Drugged and Used as Bait by my Dad

April 22, 2014 by Sell My Story

Sick Child Killer Disguised Himself as my Father and Drugged Me and my Friends to Carry Out His Nightmarish Fantasies

Although Glyn Martin, 62, is very much alive and rotting in a prison cell somewhere in South Wales, according Nicola Melrose he died on October 14th 2003. That was the day she learned who her ‘father’ really was, and the terrible role she had been forced to play in his depraved fantasies. He had systematically drugged Nicola and her friends in order to carry out his horrific fantasies whilst they were knocked-out.

Twenty years old and seven months pregnant with her second child, Nicola was taken to the local police station in Doncaster and shown a selection of images she describes as ‘the stuff of nightmares’.

Unbeknown to her, the pictures were of her school friends: drugged, naked and covered in fake blood and face paint to simulate their deaths. The bodies looked limp, stupefied; faceless in carefully framed pictures, with boards saying what their ‘captor’ wanted to do, or ‘had done’.

One read: “The girl she is nine. She is dead. I put my hand on her throat, it didn’t take long.” One girl was positioned in such a way as to simulate her screaming as her throat was cut.

Their captor was in some of the shots, wearing a hockey mask like Jason from the Friday the 13th horror movies. Across the mask were the words ‘Child Killer’. Other pictures showed girls with pokers, swords and crossbows pointed at their bodies.

Nicola didn’t recognise any of the victims. She couldn’t identify Glyn. But she knew it was him – she recognised the familiar pattern on the duvet covers. The police already had Glyn, anyway. The photographs had been found in one of his lock-ups. But Nicola couldn’t tell the locations of where other pictures had been taken, of beaches, woodland, and freshly dug holes she says were the size of human hands.

Over the following two years, Nicola learned that there were over 6,000 indecent photographs like these involving more than 2,000 drugged girls. Another 12,000 images on hundreds of rolls of undeveloped film featured 1,100 more girls – each image accompanied by a corresponding diary entry – taken between the mid-1980s and 2003.

Despite the police begging her to look at them to help identify the victims, Nicola could only manage to look at a few. She couldn’t identify any of them. But what made this fact even more frightening for Nicola, was that she didn’t know if any of the pictures were of her. Nobody did, or ever would.

What she did know, and what would stick with her forever, was that Glyn had used her to lure the girls to their flat for sleepovers. Once there, Glyn would insist they take a ‘vitamin’ with their hot chocolate, leaving their bodies ‘stupefied’ so he could strip them, abuse them and carry out his sick murder fantasies.

“When I first realised what he had been doing, I cried. Then I vomited. I stayed in that state for three months,” Nicola says. “I used to be such a deep sleeper, but when I first left home, I had trouble sleeping. Glyn had been sedating us so regularly, I was having withdrawal symptoms. Thank god for small mercies none of the girls have any recollection of what he did to them.” It’s an old phrase for a woman of 30 to be using. But she admits the revelations surrounding Glyn’s decade of terror have taken their toll.

It all began when Glyn ‘rescued’ Nicola from a drunken father and a mother who didn’t care. Shadowing a social worker, he made regular visits to Nicola’s parents before officially adopting her in 1989. “I remember feeling as though all my birthdays, Christmases and Easters had come at once,” Nicola says. “He took care of me, washed my clothes, and fed me. I was drawn to him, like no one else. “I remember sitting on his knee, being bounced up and down, and feeling like the happiest person in the world.

“He was such an attentive and loving father figure. He would attend every school outing, sports day or children’s event that I took part in. I asked him once why he didn’t have a wife or girlfriend. He said ‘I’m having too much fun being a dad’.”

In 1993, Glyn was arrested after a parent complained that some pictures he had taken, at a gymnasium he ran, were indecent. Police interviewed Nicola who was 11 at the time. She remembers Glyn saying that she should dress nice for her interview with the solicitor. Nicola told the solicitor she was well looked after and that Glyn was a ‘wonderful foster father’. All the charges against him were dropped, and within a few weeks social services paid him over £5,000 in back pay for the foster allowance they had withheld due to the investigation. “He took me out for fish and chips to celebrate,” says Nicola.

Looking back, Nicola believes social services made a terminal mistake letting the adoption continue. “That they let this man go unchecked for another ten years just shows how flawed the department is,” says Nicola. “There were no visits, no more questions, and no follow up investigation. They just forgot about me.”

After the arrest, things carried on as normal. Glyn was, by all counts, a doting father. Nicola says he would walk her to school every morning, even when other kids, who by then were old enough to make their own way, were walking alone. He would always encourage her to have sleepovers, and to invite her friends on days out, or to his face-painting stand on the beach-front. And always, without fail, Glyn would have his Canon E05 camera.

“It was his pride and joy, his prized possession,” says Nicola. “He took it everywhere with him, every day out; he had it at the face-painting stand and shop we had, and he would clean it religiously. “I understood that people took care of their things, but Glyn took care of that camera, like nothing else.”

It would prove to be Glyn’s undoing. Along with film, camera equipment, photographs, and a library of cuttings on child killers such as Ian Huntley and Robert Black, builders renovating one of his properties found a list recording his crimes. In his ‘laboratory’, Glyn had maintained a detailed diary of his actions and fantasies including notes and diagrams depicting young girls. The police were so concerned with the severity of what they found, they tested Glyn’s DNA against material from unsolved murders and rapes.

Judge Michael Mettyear of Hull Crown Court said: “All the evidence in the case indicates you are a determined paedophile. Your offences were carefully prepared and calculated. Your victims were young and numerous. “You worked hard to put yourself in a position to carry out your perverted activities. It is also clear…that you wished to commit further unspeakable crimes against children, including their abduction, rape, torture and murder.”

Initially, Glyn Martin plead ‘not guilty’.

“I needed answers,” says Nicola. “I visited him in prison and demanded that this man, who had been my saviour, who had raised me, and looked after me, admit what he had done. When he leaned forward and held my hand and said: ‘I’ll be home soon’, I lost it. They had to drag me out of that prison, kicking and screaming.”

Glyn went on to plead guilty to 57 counts of indecent assault, child abduction, indecency with a child, administering noxious substances and taking indecent photographs. He was sentenced to 18 years, with no parole.

“He was grooming me from the moment he met me,” says Nicola. “He saw me as a way of getting to other girls. I was his meal ticket, his bait, his lure. He knew the domestic situation I came from, and how vulnerable I was. And he strived to maintain a control over me right up until I left home at 16. I hope he dies of something horrible before he gets out so I never have to see or hear from him again.”

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How much will a magazine or Newspaper Pay for my Story

April 9, 2014 by Sell My Story

How much will magazines, newspapers or TV channels pay for my story?

I need to find out how much will a magazine or newspaper pay for my story… is a question we are asked every day. In short, every story is unique, so the price it commands is different every time. However if you’re after a rough guide, read on.

There are two ways to sell your story to the press:

Sell your story exclusively to the highest bidder.
Send your story to all publications via the ‘newswire’ and get paid a commission for what is used.

The majority of agencies will only have the facilities to offer one method of selling your story, whilst SWNS (the UK’s largest and most respected agency) can offer both.

Here is a little info about both methods:

Sell a Story Exclusively

In most cases the most lucrative way of selling a story is exclusively to a magazine or newspaper.

If your story is deemed a ‘feature’ rather than a ‘news’ story (we can advise) your story can be auctioned by us to the highest bidding publication (i.e who is willing to pay you the most for the rights to print your story). If you’re happy with the highest offer, your story will be printed and you’ll get paid… it’s as simple as that.

Exclusivity is key, so you may jeopardize your fee if you send it around to numerous people or try to tout your story out too much. We’ve seen people lose vast sums on the basis of making too many people aware of the story. Essentially, most agencies do the same job and you will not earn more by playing them off against one another, just choose one and stick with them (hopefully that’s us!). It only causes confusion and can lead to some ‘unscrupulous’ agencies using your story without your permission, meaning that your ‘exclusive deal’ goes up in smoke.

Once we sell your story exclusively (known as ‘first rights’ in the industry) we are able to sell your story to other publications on ‘second’ and ‘third’ rights basis (if there is further demand to print your story).

Your offer will depend on a number of factors, but primarily what your story is about, what photos you have available, and what the demand is for that type of story at the moment.

All newspapers and magazines have different budgets relating to their circulation size and advertising revenue. Fast-paced women’s weeklies and daily newspapers pay more for real-life stories than glossy monthlies and weekly newspapers due to the time constraints and competitiveness of getting a weekly/daily issue ready.

You’ll see inside many magazines the rates they will pay “up to”. Sometimes this leads to unrealistic expectations because that figure could represent the maximum figure they’ve ever paid out for a story.

Most women’s magazines and national papers will pay around £300-£500 for a story which makes a two-page spread. But this can be £1,000 to £2,000 depending on how good the story is. You might get £50 or £100 for volunteering as a case study or sending in a wacky pet story, or you can expect hundreds or thousands if it’s a very unusual or topical story.

Generally the magazines and newspapers try to set a fair price. You can expect your fee offer to cover your time and trouble for telling your story (over the phone or in person), providing photos, or even having some photos taken. The payment will be made directly to you or we can make a donation to a charity of your choice (which can also be mentioned within the article in some cases).

This service is entirely free to you. SWNS is paid separately by the magazine or newspaper for supplying and writing the story to the style of the publication.

Sell a Story on the Newswire

If your story or picture has more of a news angle, or it needs to be printed as quickly as possible, we will send your story out via our ‘Newswire’ service. This means that your story or picture is sent out via an automated system (run by SWNS) to every magazine and newspaper in the country.

Anyone that chooses to can use the pictures or words, and you’ll be paid for the column inches that it takes up, or the size, quality and page that the pictures appear on. Please be aware that many press agencies do not access to the SWNS newswire.

Selling your story exclusively will bring in much higher fees, however although you’ll only be paid a few pounds for each photo or column used on the Newswire, the money can add up if lots of newspapers use the story.

Putting your story out via the Newswire Service is also something to consider if there isn’t any interest in your story via the Story Auction. Putting a story out as News content is far less lucrative, but in many cases, magazines will have a lot more interest in your story if they have seen it in a few newspaper columns first – so we often use the Newswire service to encourage interest in your story.

We are also able to send your story out via the newswire after your story has been sold exclusively to make sure that you squeeze every single pound out of your story.

Further Information

Typically, with your permission, we would ensure you obtain the maximum fee for your story by first selling it exclusively, and then offering it out on the newswire. For more information about the story selling process, read our Sell My Story page or refer to our FAQ page. If you still aren’t sure about the process, our team would be happy to answer any questions you might have or provide any advice about the process. See our Contact Us page.

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