Very unlikely heroes! Sam Faiers and Joey Essex dress up as Superman and Supergirl to ride Air at Alton Towers

He isn't the sharpest tool in the box and is the king of asking stupid questions.
And Joey Essex makes a rather unlikely hero given his total lack of common knowledge but today (Monday) he joined forces with girlfriend Sam Faiers to become Superman and Supergirl.
The couple were seen dressing up and performing all sorts of stunts to promote wi-fi at Alton Towers today (Monday).

To the rescue! Sam Faiers and Joey Essex dressed up as Superman and Superwoman to promote wifi at Alton Towers

The TOWIE couple dressed up as Superman and Supergirl to ride Air and flew into character for the occasion.
Sam posted a snap of herself and Joey raising their arms up ahead of their ride.
Joey can be seen pursing his lips together in his trademark pout for the snap.
The duo were displaying rather mixed emotions as they got on the ride, Sam appeared scared and held her hands up in the air, while Joey just looked confused.

Mixed emotions: Sam appeared scared as she got on the ride but Joey just looked confused

What a couple of plonkers! The pair were seen with their arms raised in the arm as they flew around on the ride

The pair were also challenged to swim with a stingray but Sam chickened out of the dare because she was scared.

Joey was happy to get wet, and put his hair out of place, and climbed into the tank in a wetsuit.
Sam appeared apprehensive as her man climbed into the pool standing over his shoulder.

Scaredy cat: Sam chicken out of climbing into a tank with a stingray

Reem! The reality star was seen sat crossed legged at the bottom of the tank

The pair also dressed up as ice cream vendors and had a go at making their own whippy ice-creams to promote the new free wi-fi service which is powered by The Cloud at the resort.
Sam decided to have a little fun with the sweet treat and was seen splattering it on Joey's face.
The couple are also set to ride Nemesis blind folded as part of their challenge.

Fooling around: The pair also turned into ice cream vendors and were seen playing with their food

Sweet treat: The pair were seen handing out their ice cream to small fans

Ahoy there matey! The pair were also seen dressed up as pirates and Sam uploaded a snap to her Twitter page

What a minx! Paris Hilton goes hell for leather in a racy leather bustier dress as she parties with sister Nicky

She's had a succession of outfit hits over the last few days as she flits from one New York Fashion Week show to another.
And it was no different last night as Paris Hilton attended The Opening Ceremony Spring/Summer 2013 Fashion Week Party at Webster Hall in Manhattan.
The 31-year-old socialite looked sexy in a leather bustier dress, featuring a full A-line skirt.

Hell for leather: Paris Hilton looked sexy in a leather bustier dress as she attended The Opening Ceremony Spring/Summer 2013 Fashion Week Party at Webster Hall last night with her sister Nicky

The former reality star paired the look with some racy accessories, including a pair of leather gloves, a collar-style necklace and snakeskin handbag.
Paris let the outfit do all the talking by wearing her long blonde hair out in a natural style and minimal make-up on her complexion.
She was joined by her sister Nicky, who in comparison, was relatively covered up.

Little minx: The former reality star paired the look with some racy accessories, including a pair of leather gloves, a collar-style necklace and snakeskin handbag

The 28-year-old displayed her slender legs in a black long-sleeved mini dress and went for some more bold accessories including a pair of silver glittering stilettos, a studded leather clutch and a chunky necklace.
Earlier in the night the two sisters attended the Diane Von Furstenburg dinner.
The pair have been a regular on the New York Fashion Week circuit this year.
Earlier in the week, Paris was also spotted at Charlotte Ronson's show donning a red and black dress for the occasion.
Despite being 5’ 8” in height, the blonde wore black high heels to emphasise her lengthy pins as she positioned herself in front of fellow VIP guests at the style showcase.

Sisters-in-arm: Paris and Nicky have had a ball at Fashion Week together

Time to party: Earlier in the night the two sisters attended the Diane Von Furstenburg dinner

She was joined by stars such as AnnaSophia Robb – who plays a young Carrie Bradshaw in the Sex and the City prequel - Cory Kennedy, Ali Wise and designer Rachel Zoe.
Although she looked relaxed as the professional models strutted by, she apparently had a tough time making her way to the Spring 2013 runway event.
She wrote on Twitter: ‘On my way to @CharlotteRonson's fashion show. New York traffic is brutal! Excited to see her collection on the runway. ☺’
After the occasion at The Stage Lincoln Center – which was also attended by Baby Phat spearhead Kimora Lee Simmons and her ex-husband’s niece, Angela Simmons – Paris added her opinion on the show to her followers on the micro-blogging website.

Fashionistas: Paris and Nicky stood out in their fashion forward outfits

She posted: ‘Loved @CharlotteRonson's runway show! So impressed with her new collection!’
The fun didn’t stop their though as the socialite headed onward to the after parties with her front row neighbour Cory Kennedy.
Paris shared a picture of the ladies online, writing: ‘Rocking the @ArmaniExchange Party with @Cory_Kennedy! Love #NYFashionWeek! ☺♡
‘Rocking @PHpurses with one of my favorite fashionistas @Cory_Kennedy. Love her & her style! ☺♡’

Busy time: The two girls have been busy rushing from one show to another

Scarlett who? Jared Leto now steps out with a leggy brunette after getting with cosy with ex-Johansson at Democratic convention

He was spotted cosying up to ex-girlfriend Scarlett Johansson last week at the Democratic National Convention.
But that all seems a distance memory for singer and actor Jared Leto.
For the 40-year-old rocker has now stepped out in the company of yet another beauty.
The 30 Seconds To Mars frontman sat in the front row of the Asher Levine show during New York Fashion Week yesterday alongside a very leggy mystery woman.

Scarlett who? Jared Leto was seen in the company of a stunning brunette woman as he attended Asher Levine show during New York Fashion Week yesterday

The singer, who is currently rocking a bushy beard, was then seen leaving the show with the statuesque brunette stunner. 
The pair were spotted heading outside to hail a cab and chatted away whilst they waited for their ride.
Jared's stunning companion certainly made an impression during the date, displaying her long legs in a pair of tiny denim Daisy Dukes.

Heading home: The singer was then seen leaving the show with the statuesque brunette stunner

She paired the look with a crisp white shirt, which was strategically unbuttoned at the bottom to reveal her toned torso.
Meanwhile, Jared opted for head-to-toe black, wearing a casual long-sleeve T-shirt and jeans and a pair of combat boots.
During the show, Jared also took time to pose with fashion designer Levine, who is best known for designing outfits for the likes of the Black Eyed Peas, Bruno Mars, Scissor Sisters, and - most notably - Lady Gaga.

Close: The pair were spotted heading outside to hail a cab and chatted away whilst they waited for their ride

Yesterday's outing comes after Jared had tongues wagging about whether he had reignited his relationship with ex-girlfriend Scarlett Johannson.
Last week, the pair were seen at the Democratic National Convention in support of President Barack Obama, where it seemed that the pair were very much enjoying each other's company.
The actress, who is understood to be still dating art director Nate Naylor, was seen cosying up to the actor/musician at the political event.

Snap happy: Jared's lady friend snapped away as the models came down the catwalk

Tucked away in a booth with stars including Elizabeth Banks and Jon Hamm, the pair watched as President Obama accepted the party's presidential nomination ahead of the November elections.
But the duo, believed to have dated in 2004, seemed to have only have eyes for each other.
Pictures of the actors show them seemingly holding hands and smiling at one another while enjoying conversation.

Friends with the designer: During the show, Jared also took time to pose with fashion designer Levine, who is best known for designing outfits for the likes of the Black Eyed Peas, Bruno Mars, Scissor Sisters, and - most notably - Lady Gaga

Turning around for a brief moment in her chair, Scarlett was seen putting a hand on Jared's arm, while he puts his hand on her ankle.
The actress' representative has denied the pair are romantically involved, however.
Marcel Pariseau told MailOnline: 'They are just friends and watching the DNC where Scarlett spoke. She wasn't even aware that he was going to be there.'
Still, the images were bound to be unsettling for the actress' boyfriend Nate Naylor.

Touchy-feely: The outing comes after Jared had tongues wagging about whether he had reignited his relationship with ex-Scarlett after the pair were seen getting close at the Democratic Convention last week

The Avengers star was first linked to the art director in February after they were spotted on a date in New York.
They were last seen together enjoying a picnic in Paris on September 3 - three days before the DNC.
Scarlett was previously married to actor Ryan Reynolds; but the couple announced they had separated 15 months later in December 2010 and finalised their divorce in July 2011, with The Green Lantern hunk moving on to his co-star Blake Lively.

Edwina unleashed: How my marriage hit the rocks aboard the QE2... They were together for 25 years but it took just 20 minutes for EDWINA CURRIE to ditch her long-suffering husband overboard

Utterly shameless yet compulsively readable, the latest collection of Edwina Currie’s political diaries have left Westminster quivering.
Continuing our exclusive serialisation, she rages as her former lover John Major’s government becomes mired in sleaze, while her own marriage falls apart . . .

Lost love: Edwina Currie and her ex-husband Ray on their wedding day in 1972

Tower House (Edwina’s home in her South Derbyshire constituency), Sunday, January 30, 1994, 9.25am

What is it with Tory politicians? In the last few weeks, we’ve had five mistresses — Tim Yeo (two); Gary Waller (two); Malcolm Caithness (one). Plus four illegitimate children — Yeo (two), Waller (two). And three resignations (Yeo, Caithness — and Alan Duncan, over a row about purchasing a ‘council house’ from Westminster Council).
Oh, and David Ashby was caught sharing a bed with his (male) psychiatrist when on holiday in France and declared it was just to save money. His nutty Italian wife Silvana has thrown him out.

I don’t know what’s funnier, the idea of David having a cuddle with another bloke, or his furious denials that anything untoward happened.

 

What a shower! I couldn’t have made that lot up. It’s blown John Major’s ‘Back to Basics’ campaign out of the water, and with it the PM’s future, I’m afraid.
This was supposed to be his great unifying theme, encompassing law and order, education, and sound finance.
It was promptly hijacked by the Right-wingers — John Redwood, Peter Lilley, Michael Portillo — to mean ‘back to the old morality’. Not that Portillo’s on safe ground, if the rumours are true.
So we grind the faces of the poor into the dust and label all single mothers slags and harlots, more or less.

House of Commons,  Tuesday, February 8, 8.10pm

My God, am I feeling depressed. Yesterday afternoon, Stephen Milligan, the MP for Eastleigh, whom I’ve known since we were at Oxford together, was found dead in his flat in Hammersmith. He may have been there all weekend.

A sex game that went horribly wrong? Stephen Milligan MP was found dead in his Hammersmith flat

He was semi-naked, wearing only women’s tights and a suspender belt, with a plastic binbag over his head, tied with a flex which was wrapped around his body and hands.
Apparently, he had an orange stuffed in his mouth.

I feel so desperately sorry for him. He was a hard-working, unassuming and thoroughly nice man; much brighter than the average here, and destined to be a minister soon.

There was never any suggestion of anything odd — the only pointers were a high whinny of a laugh, as if he were embarrassed rather than amused, and the fact that at 45 he’d never married (though he’d had plenty of girlfriends).

So the possibility is that he sought sexual pleasure by nearly killing himself through oxygen starvation.

A sex game that went horribly wrong, perhaps. What a waste.

Did he ever find joy in ordinary sex? If not, he can’t for one day of his life have been a happy person.

Nothing at all seems to be going right for the Government at the moment. It seems to have dawned on no one that the bloody  ‘Back to Basics’ campaign is to blame, for it outlawed the one protective factor the Tory Party’s always relied on — hypocrisy. 

Hertfordshire Moat House Hotel, Friday, February 18, 11.45pm

I’m holding my breath at the moment and feel in a complete daze. My new book, A Parliamentary Affair, went straight to number one in the Sunday Times fiction list, unheard of for a first novel.
The moment the news was announced, Hodder & Stoughton came winging back with an offer for two more novels.
I didn’t like the tone of their fax: without seeing any synopsis, they want no more than 150,000 words, ‘in view of all the trouble with the last one’.

What trouble? It went straight to number one, damn it.

House of Commons, Wednesday, March 16, 7.50pm

'A Parliamentary Affair' went straight to number one in the Sunday Times fiction list

I’ve been assuming that Ray [Currie’s husband] will be upset at what I have to tell him in due course about the state of our marriage — but maybe I’m wrong.

Maybe he’ll be pleased, or at least relieved. That, I realised with a jolt, would upset me.

How terrible it would be if, after all these years, we both discovered we’ve been living a lie — that all the words of endearment (which I’ve stopped using) turned out to be empty. What a failure I should feel.

Up till now, I’ve regarded myself as quite a successful wife. Supposing that wasn’t so? Heavens, it would be like a scene in a novel.

Ray and I went for a meal tonight, but for most of it he clearly wished he was somewhere else.
On our return, he stolidly settled in front of the TV and then came to bed, his back turned the whole time.

Once, I’d have been cursing and tearful. Now, I’m simply astonished, and rueful.

While I’ve been typing this, my agent Lisa has phoned to say a £150,000 contract for the next novel has been agreed. Whoopee.

I feel a bit like a weary general who’s been fighting battles simultaneously on all fronts; then at the end of a long day, he sees his standards, tattered and bloody, being raised all over the battlefield, the enemy is surrendering and there’s the sound of distant cheering.

Victoria [her London flat], Thursday, March 31, 2.40pm

At Prime Minister’s Questions, Tony Marlow [Tory MP] demanded that the PM resign — and there were glum looks of agreement all round.

They’ve all had enough of the PM’s incompetence and vacillation. It would be better if he went quickly now.

Meanwhile, I’m preparing to fly to France tomorrow to join Ray, who went out yesterday with the car.

But I really don’t want to go — much of the time I’m devising excuses for sleeping in a different bed, or pushing him away, or lying still in the hope he’ll go to sleep.

House of Commons,  Wednesday, April 13, 11.15pm

The PM has no friends left. So I asked if I could go in and see him alone, and have just done so.

He was nice: gentle, touched my hair and commented that it was a different colour. His face was drawn and grey — the bouncy bonhomie has all gone. Replaced, to my horror and disgust, by a kind of paranoia.

If he really believes the things he said to me, then he’s more stupid, more foolish, than ever I knew him to be years ago.
It was the same, uncannily, with Margaret in her last months.

It’s as if there’s something in the water at No. 10 — a bromide, inimical to life, destroying all the natural human qualities that made him so special.

We were in his room at the back of the Speaker’s Chair: large, featureless, dull. This is a man who fails to impose his personality on the rooms he inhabits — or maybe he has no personality.

I used to believe he had deeply buried secret passions, but now I don’t think he has any.

PM: ‘If there’s a leadership contest, I will fight. [Michael] Heseltine would split the Party.’

EC: ‘The Party’s already split. If you fight you’ll lose — you’ll be humiliated. Nobody’s telling you the truth. What matters to me is to ensure you come out of it with your reputation intact. You’ll be blamed for the poor results of the forthcoming [local] elections — they’re looking for a scapegoat and it’ll be you.’

PM: ‘So many lies have been told about me in the last two years — lies, innuendo, fabrication . . . Murdoch . . . the press have been poisonous — no one should have to put up with all that . . .’
(He was trying to be assertive and failing completely — sounded petulant, peevish, foolish instead, like an old man losing his grip.)

His one friend left: Then Prime Minister John Major and Edwina in 1994

EC: ‘You mustn’t fight. Instead, if you do the brave thing and resign immediately after the elections —take responsibility, Japanese-style — everyone will heap praises on your head.’

PM: ‘That would be walking away without a fight. I can’t do that.’

EC: ‘They’ll cut your legs off and make stumps and you’ll crawl away bleeding. Don’t do it.’

PM: ‘I’d leave completely — not go to the Lords, not go to Europe, not do anything else in politics ever again.’

I’m left with the impression that he plans to force an early leadership contest in the summer on a ‘back me or sack me’ ticket. He’s convincing himself he’ll win. 

Victoria, Sunday,  May 8, 11.15pm

The local election results were ghastly. We lost council after council — over 400 seats in all.

Major wittered on at No. 10 about how anyone who wanted to stand against him in a leadership contest would find he’d taken on the PM himself.
He didn’t actually say: ‘I fight on, I fight to win’ — but came close. Stupid. It’s to be hoped that the men in white coats get to him before the rest of us do.

Tower House, Sunday,  May 15, 8.50pm

[Labour leader] John Smith’s death has left us all stunned — he was one of the good guys. If Labour have any sense, they’ll choose Tony Blair.
He could win the next election by a landslide.

It makes our leadership problem even more of a muddle. We can’t, now, seek to depose John in June, however awful the Euro results.

On the train to Liverpool,  Friday, June 17, 5pm

The size of my defeat in South Bedfordshire [Euro election] — more than 30,000 — was a bitter blow.

It’s left me feeling punch-drunk. Brussels would have solved a lot of problems — plenty of money, a good lifestyle, new friends, a new role in life, a lover or two.

Lots of notes of commiseration came in, but nothing from John. Nothing at all. And there I was in the tea room on Tuesday, with the PM at the table opposite, and he didn’t even trouble to come over and offer some sympathy.

Tower House,  Saturday, July 2, 9.15pm

Edwina Currie MP and husband Ray in 1986. His pet name for her was 'Boot'

Yesterday was my wedding anniversary. Ray kept cooing ‘22 years, Boot!’ [His pet name for her, short for ‘Bootiful’]

We decided to go out for a meal and I insisted on somewhere new — the Full Moon.

So typically Derby — just cream walls and brown paint. There was a water feature next to our table and we asked if it could be turned on.

The waiter obliged, then after a couple of minutes, presumably having shown us that it worked, it was switched off again.

Les Tuileries [Edwina’s house in France], Monday, August 1, noon
Gill Shephard went to Education in the reshuffle — and I felt a twang. That job I should have liked, and the timing would have been nice.

My resolve not to get upset cracked a little, for now my political career is virtually at an end. On Friday night, as Ray slouched in front of the TV (yet another athletics competition), he said: ‘Had a good week?’

‘No,’ said I, bluntly.

‘Oh?’ said Ray with a puzzled air. 

‘The reshuffle, and the new Parliament,’ I answer.

‘But I thought you’d given up hope of that?’ he asked, seeming puzzled.

‘I had, but it still hurts.’

Silence. What he should have done, of course, was get up and give me a cuddle. No chance. ‘Oh,’ he said, returning to the TV. I fled.

What do you do with a man who can only say ‘Oh’?
I know now why women run into the kitchen and grab the frying pan and hit them over the head.

Tower House, Thursday,  September 8, 10.15pm

I’ve just finished Andrew Davies’s novel, B. Monkey. The ending, when a character says ‘Where does it go, when it’s gone?’ suddenly overwhelmed me, and I had to put my head down on the kitchen table and weep.
I feel so very sad about Ray. All our love — where did it go? It’s as if we woke up one morning to find it had stolen away quietly in the night: from then on, having him touch me, or make love, just felt wrong, as if I was doing it with a stranger, or even with a taboo person, such as my father.

Deb [her elder daughter] was funny. ‘Will you have a boyfriend?’ she asked in the car, when I told her I thought the marriage was coming to an end.

‘Why do you ask?’ I said. ‘Well, won’t you miss the sex?’

I smiled ruefully. ‘Ah, young lady, I shan’t tell you the gruesome details, but I miss the sex now.’

QE2 — Day 1, Thursday,  September 29, 10.35pm

I’ve agreed to give two 45-minute talks, each way, on the QE2 — for which we get free first-class accommodation, meals and drink. But, oh God, it’s awful — just awful.

First, if this is a first-class, five-star hotel, it isn’t a very good one.

The cabin isn’t clean. The furnishings are drab and — unbelievably! — stained.

Coffee? Blood? Who knows?

Fingermarks on the coffee-table glass top. Glass shelves dusty. No laundry bags. No flowers or fruit. No bathrobes. No kettle.

The dining room’s posh, but the food ordinary — my grilled chicken was dry and I didn’t finish it. I thought we might find ourselves on the captain’s table, but we have a table allocated to ourselves, so I’m obliged to make conversation with Ray.
Like being in a straitjacket. Tonight, I made it to the Irish coffee, then fled. Oh, heavens. I think I’ll get drunk.

QE2, Thursday, October 6, 11.10pm

On the outgoing journey, I talked to Ray about the state of our marriage on the last afternoon, although my nerve nearly failed me. While it was a relief that he didn’t scream and shout, it was also a tragedy.

It would have been better if he’d got upset. But he didn’t — or if he did, he hid it pretty well.

He had no idea I was unhappy, he said; he was shocked. He seemed quite surprised that a wife should want her husband to be genuinely interested in what was going on in her head.
I pointed out he hasn’t the foggiest idea what interests me, or what takes my time and attention — the novels, the French house, the election, even doing my accounts.

On the rocks: After a 20 minute chat aboard the QE2 Edwina's marriage to Ray was over

How nice it would be if my qualified accountant husband, seeing me struggle, had said, ‘Leave those accounts — I’d be happy to do them for you.’

At this, Ray looked astonished. He had no response to my point that since we don’t talk and don’t share anything, we don’t have a marriage.

I asked if he had noticed anything wrong, and he answered, well, yes. He hoped it would right itself on the voyage.

At which point, I swear, he demonstrated everything that’s driven me crackers for years, and just gave in.

Not a word of reproach. Not a plea. Not a single ‘I love you — please stay.’

And that was it, all over in 20 minutes. A quarter-century disappears, just like that. Of course, it’s partly my fault. For a long time, it suited me to be allowed to go my own way and not be interfered with by my husband.
His tolerance and easygoing manner, his casual acceptance of everything I did, was perfect.

But he needed to be warmer and more supportive. So when I got to Westminster and found men who scored more highly on both counts, I was off.

It would have been much easier to have made it to the Cabinet had my partner in life been as ambitious as me, for me; if he’d enjoyed the company of politically active people; if he’d been able to make contacts and provide a backdrop of solid networked support when it was needed.

But none of that ever happened. And then came the financial success of the novel, which makes it possible to get away.

Tower House, Sunday, October 16, 10am

Trying something quite new: I’m in bed in the spare room. Slept like a log — and without any guilty feelings either.

The poster girl for curves! Hilary Duff dresses rocks it in skinny jeans and heels

She may be on a quest to lose her baby weight, but Hilary Duff is the poster girl when it comes to 'normal women'.
The Lizzie McGuire star has maintained her feminine form despite carving out a career in Tinseltown.
Today, the mother-of-one was ever the fashionista in bright red skinny jeans and a plain white T-shirt so as not to detract from her accessories.

Bright spark: Hilary Duff teams skinny red jeans with heels while shopping in Beverly Hills

The Texan native complemented the look with giant shades, nail polish to match her denims and a quirky studded handbag.
She also carried a playful pink tassel keyring and a funky multi-coloured iPhone holder.

 

Giving her petite 5ft 1in frame an additional boost, the 24-year-old tottered along on black heels instead of running errands in more practical trainers.
Hilary was enjoying an afternoon off from motherhood, heading for Switch boutique in Beverly Hills without little Luca in tow.

Mum on the run: Hilary gave birth to her first child Luca in March

Having given birth in March, the Disney princess is on a mission to regain her pre-pregnancy body.
She has spoken of her decision to shift the excess pounds at her own pace, rather than that set by Hollywood bosses.
Last week, Hilary was feeling blue at calorie-cutting, tweeting: 'Ordering salad dressing on the side depresses me. I know it's the right thing to do but honestly.. Isn't it just depressing?!'
She recently told In Touch magazine: 'I'm not perfect, but I feel fantastic. This is how it goes for most women - the weight doesn't fall off overnight.'
Hilary added: 'I don't care what people say. I'm not back to where I want to be, but I'm not stressing it.'

Accessory queen: Hilary teamed her outfit with a tassel keyring and colourful iPhone holder

The lady is a vamp! Gemma Arterton sports auburn hair and dark red lipstick as she joins co-star Saoirse Ronan at film premiere

She beat 1,500 auditionees to play a Bond Girl in Quantum Solace, so of course Gemma Arterton is drop dead gorgeous.
The 26-year-old actress showed a more sultry side to her style as she attended the film premiere of Byzantium at the Toronto Film Festival on Sunday.
Joined her co-star in the film, Saoirse Ronan, Gemma certainly looked glamorous and stood out wearing dark red lipstick.

The lady is a vamp! Gemma Arterton wore dark red lipstick to attend the premiere of Byzantium at the Toronto Film Festival on Sunday

The Clash of the Titan's star was also showing off what appeared to be a redder hairstyle as she smiled for the cameras.
Wearing a floor-length dress, that featured a black skirt and a lace-trimmed lingerie style top, Gemma looked like she was having a great time.
She teamed her dress with a silver necklace and a chain-strapped handbag to attend the event at the Ryerson Theatre in Toronto, Canada.
Afterwards, the ladies headed over to the Grey Goose sponsored after party at the Soho House.

New BFF: The 26-year-old was joined by her co-star in the film Saoirse Ronan

Saoirse also looked glamorous in a colourful Alexander McQueen dress and studded heels.
The actresses clearly get along well with one another and at one point Saoirse was seen grabbing Gemma's head, as the British star laughed.
Gemma takes on the role of Clara Webb in Byzantium, which is about a mother and daughter vampire duo who form a deadly pact.
Saoirse plays Gemma's onscreen daughter Eleanor in the movie which is directed by Neil Jordan.
The film also stars Sam Riley and Jonny Lee Miller.

Having a laugh: The actresses partied at the Grey Goose Vodka party for the film which was held at Soho House

Wills and Kate caught in illegal logging row ahead of start of nine-day tour of Asia and South Pacific

It was to be a highlight of their official Diamond Jubilee tour on behalf of the Queen, a trip deep into the heart of Borneo to see one of its last areas of virgin rainforest.
In doing so, however, the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge, whose nine-day tour of Asia and the South Pacific starts today, are being propelled into the first diplomatic row of their fledging royal careers.
A week ago the politician ‘hosting’ their visit, the chief minister of Sabah, was implicated by Swiss authorities in a criminal investigation into alleged laundering of $100million (£62million) in profits from illegal logging.

Dilemma: The Duke and Duchess of Cambridge are being propelled into the first diplomatic row of their fledging royal careers

Environmental groups had alleged that Swiss bank UBS handled vast sums for the region’s top politician, Musa Aman.
The chief minister has been instrumental in helping to arrange William and Kate’s trip and he is almost certain to welcome them on Friday.

 

Prince William is particularly keen to see the work being done by the Royal Society, of which is a fellow, to protect the precious ecology of the Danum Valley in Sabah, one of the two states that make up the Malaysian portion of Borneo.
Mr Musa is a controversial figure in Malaysia, praised by some for slowing deforestation but accused by others of taking ‘kick-backs’ from illegal loggers. He has previously dismissed such claims as a ‘political conspiracy’.

Prince William is particularly keen to see the work being done by the Royal Society to protect the precious ecology of the Danum Valley in Sabah (pictured)

The issue over Mr Musa is headline news in Malaysia and last week prompted a demonstration outside St James’s Palace calling on the couple to boycott the meeting.
UBS is co-operating with investigators, but insists it has operated within the law, which requires it to report any money it suspects comes from criminal origins.
Opposition politicians called on the royals to reconsider the meeting. One, Jeffrey Kitingan, said: ‘We urge William and Catherine to avoid meeting Musa as it will give the wrong message to the world.’
St James’s Palace last night said the visit will go ahead but could not confirm if the couple would be meeting Mr Musa. A spokesman said: ‘Their primary reason for wishing to visit Sabah owes itself to the Duke’s interest in conservation.’
The Foreign Office said: ‘We would not seek to pass judgement on the allegations until they have been fully investigated.’