A very elite set of leading women, from the world of UK media gathered at the grand stationers hall in St Pauls this week, to debate the experience of 'WOMEN IN MEDIA'. In association with Huffington Post and the London Evening Standard, leading figures from TV, print and online addressed the role of women in media.
While most 24hour news channels, Sky included, normally stay clear of the hollow vacuum of celebrity tittle tattle, the birth of the future King gave them an excuse to relieve themselves of serious journalism. Commercial breaks are now greeted with a nauseating montage of the day's events, compeered by the usually hard-nosed Kay Burley, prancing around like Fern Cotton.
I was reading through the morning papers when the office rang: "Kate is in Labour. Can you make your way down to the Lindo Wing as soon as possible?" It's the call I had been waiting almost a month for. My baby bag was packed and had been cluttering up the hall since the start of July. It was crammed with everything I could possibly need for an open ended job. I had been in labour for three days with my son so I was prepared for a long wait...
Sadly, there are millions of humans who want to see rhinos dead. Most of them are in the Far East. Humans who think the horn of the white or black rhino can be ground down and ingested to improve their sex lives, cure cancer or ward off evil spirits. Humans who are prepared to pay heavily-armed poachers to shoot and maim these animals, hack off their horn and ship it half way around the world to China. It's the new drug trade in Africa, a multi-million dollar industry that commands $65,000 a kilo for rhino horn. An average rhino horn is about 5kg. It's not hard to do the maths.
So ladies, if I can speak frankly, discovering you're pregnant by constantly throwing up your guts seems so unreasonable. It's an utter shock to both mind and body. Now I know that morning sickness is considered a common side effect to the early stages of pregnancy, but for some women it can be so much more debilitating than that. For a desperately unlucky few, it's potentially life threatening for the baby. My pregnancy experience was somewhere in the middle of the multi-coloured sickness spectrum.