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“I don’t think she’s completely anti-children,” he said. magazine Kelly Rose Bradford is a London-based journalist and broadcaster, writing for the Daily Mail, the Daily Express, the Sunday Telegraph, and a host of women's magazines.
You can read the full interview in this week’s new! Her robust opinions and feisty debating skills make her in demand as a social commentator, regularly guesting on ITV's This Morning programme, and across many radio stations, including 5 Live and BBC Radio London.
Born and raised in Swansea, Zeta-Jones aspired to be an actress from a young age.
In her early teens, she played roles in the West End productions of the musicals Annie and Bugsy Malone.
She studied musical theatre at the Arts Educational Schools, London, and made her stage breakthrough with a leading role in a 1987 production of 42nd Street.
Her screen debut came in the unsuccessful French-Italian film 1001 Nights (1990), and she went on to find greater success as a regular in the British television series The Darling Buds of May (1991–93).
Critics praised her portrayal of a vengeful pregnant woman in Traffic (2000) and a murderous singer in the musical Chicago (2002).
The other Liz Jones (The Subject), the one the professional Liz Jones is writing about, meanwhile, just feels terrible.
Jones reveals that during a particularly broody time of her life (in her late 30s if you must know) she hatched a cunning plan.
She tells the Daily Mail’s millions of readers that despite her boyfriend, Trevor, being "wildly unsuitable" because he didn’t want children she: "Resolved to steal his sperm from him in the middle of the night.
Recently, in one of her periodic confessional pieces, she wrote that she had stolen her boyfriend’s used condom and tried to impregnate herself with it. I do not know what they actually wanted to do with Jones, if her real, surgically enhanced body could be tracked down, but I suspect it would be bad. The disgust Jones engenders is interesting because it seems so complex, as if she is some kind of paradigm for our dissatisfaction and ennui.
It was owed to her, she wrote, because she had bought him so many ready meals from Marks & Spencer but, as with many of Jones’s romantic misadventures, it failed — there will be no Baby Jones. The reason Jones, whose greatest hits include My [ex-] Husband is a Fat Bastard and Welcome To My Facelift, writes so well about female misery is that she is, as a confessional journalist, both inside and outside the phenomenon of herself.