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The rapid development of artificial intelligence has made it increasingly easy to generate realistic images, including AI generated photos and deepfakes. Tools that once required advanced technical skills are now widely accessible, allowing people to create convincing images of individuals doing or appearing in situations that never actually happened. This development has serious implications for the creation and misuse of explicit or intimate images, particularly involving young girls.

Deepfake technology can place a person’s face onto another body or generate an entirely synthetic image yet have it appear authentic. As a result, explicit or intimate images can be created of someone without their consent or involvement. This form of intimate image abuse can cause serious harm, damaging reputations, relationships, and mental health even when the images are completely fabricated.

At the same time, the rise of AI-generated imagery challenges the reliability of photographs as evidence.

AI, Deepfake & Intimate Image Abuse

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Gingerbread chocolate covered biscuits:
350g plain flour
1tsp bicarbonate of soda
2tsp ginger
1tsp cinnamon
125g butter
175g brown sugar
1 egg
4tbsp golden syrup

Sift together all the ingredients (except the egg & syrup.) You can use a processor if you like. Once the mixture begins to look like fine breadcrumbs add the lightly beaten egg and golden syrup. Knead the dough briefly, then wrap in cling film to chill in the fridge for 15 minutes.
Preheat the oven to 160c Fan. Roll the dough out and cut into Christmas shapes. Bake for 12-15 minutes. Once they are cooled completely, melt some dark chocolate for decorating, or make up a classic icing sugar water combination to make sugar icing.
Enjoy!


Christmas Biscuits

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a difference themselves. Not only are the flowers lovely to stroll past and appreciate, but visitors can also learn real-world, nature-based solutions to help tackle the climate crisis. 
Copenhagen is home to patisserie excellence. The surplus bakeries and coffee shops offer many sweet treats, something for everyone. You can choose from a cronut, an almond croissant, a macaron, or a pain au chocolate; there will be something on the menu you’ve never heard of before. Why not take a moment to yourself to just sit by the river with your coffee to go and your pastry in hand, watching the world go by?
The fabulous clothes shops are also worth a visit. There’s a reason why Copenhagen fashion week is becoming increasingly significant. The Danish know how to dress for plummeting temperatures, whilst still looking chic. The locals are noticeably well dressed. Magasin Du Nord on the square and the vintage shops near the University offer a variety of fashion forward finds. 

Copenhagen. The must visit Winter getaway

Copenhagen in November offers many experiences to all kinds of travellers. You can take a trip to Tivoli and try a Stein, or three, at the fairground bar. Stroll past the dodgems and the teacups, taking in the sweet smell of the popcorn stalls dotted around the park. Depending which week in November you visit, there will either be pumpkins or mistletoe dotted around the park.

A trip to Copenhagen isn’t complete without a river tour. Boat guides can take you across the city at top speed. Stopping at the ‘Little Mermaid’ statue on the shore, coasting past the gardens of Rosenborg Castle, and the captain usually has some music playing to make sure it’s a party. 

The Botanical gardens are also worth a visit. For the sustainably conscious traveller, wandering around the gardens is a must. Visitors can see, first hand, how the plants soak up the CO2, and they can learn through exhibits and workshops how they can make changes in their everyday actions to help conserve water and make...

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Later, when they start drinking with friends, they order fizz or cocktails named after New York districts or Hollywood actresses. Obviously they only wear outfits pre-approved by their friends.
Pink girls drink pink drinks; they paint their nails fuchsia and their cheeks rose.

They get lip filler so they can smile fuller and make better use of their gloss—all so that one day a blue-toothbrush boy will think they’re nice enough to share a bathroom sink, his blue toothbrush beside their pink one.

Pink Girls Pt 2

You’re a pink toothbrush. I’m a blue toothbrush.
Pink is for the girls with long hair and long eyelashes who always smile. Blue is for boys with short hair and boisterous laughs and bruised knees from playing sport in the playground.
Pink girls sing in the school play and they don’t answer back, and they laugh when they’re supposed to, and they always say please and thank you. When boys push them in the playground they get upset and walk away, but they know it’s because the boys like them, really. That’s what we tell girls.
As they get older, they need to look a certain way, speak a certain way, behave a certain way. Pink girls spend their entire lives performing.

They straighten their hair and wear make up. Not too much make up though. They eat well, but don't diet excessively. They dress feminine but always appropriate - never too much skin on show, but also never prudish. They know which topics are acceptable at dinner, which questions are thoughtful which subjects to avoid..


Pink Girls . Pt1 

Losers who sit on laptops all day stealing people's personal data are the type of sad freaks that pee in public swimming pools and start incel chat forums. Tragic shut ins who stalk people online , harass and blackmail them. Criminals. No one's interested in stealing their data because they're ugly involuntary virgins with ugly personalities to match. Saddos.  #FREETHENIP 

LOSERS

I’m a 90s baby. I remember alien babies, and Gameboys and hopscotch and free milk at school; I remember scoobies, and CD Disks.
My generation is fed up. 
We cannot relate to the older generation. They forced our generation to be subject to experimentation. They crashed the economy – the boomers. 

I celebrated my 18th birthday with friends in Liverpool. 
Six months later there was a terrorist attack in Manchester. People died. Children died. Girls who had never even had their first kiss. Girls who would never be able to go to their school prom. Girls who would never get to celebrate their 18th birthday.  

I’d like to think that the government had learned how to trace these terrorists. These killers. Monsters. Ten years later though the same monsters are walking into a church hall and stabbing children. In Stockport. Girls taking ballet classes. 


We are fed up. Do we even want to have children? Would they be slaughtered on their way to ballet class or bombed at a concert?

Generation ?

...the bases in the school hall instead. You’d have to jump over the vaulting horse at one station, then at another station you’d have to scale under a camo net. They’d change the different types of assault course challenges each year. Also, instead of using a rounders bat and ball you’d have a sponge football thrown at you, and you’d kick it as far as you could. I think they decided a rounders balls inside a sports hall would be too risky. We’d always have festive music playing.

We’d play boxrounders once it was December and we’d always raise money for CAFOD with our Christmas fair. Each form would have a target to reach, and we would compete to raise the most money. Mainly we would just eat a lot of the fairtrade chocolate we’d buy and try to switch up the Catholic hymns they’d play with the fun Christmas songs.


FCJ Part 2

There were plenty things I hated about my All-girls Catholic school, but a couple things I loved. You’d always get a chippy dinner on a Friday, because you could only eat fish on that day, no meat. When it was exam season the nuns who lived somewhere near Crosby beach, would visit, and talk us through mystical yoga practices. My favourite thing about school, was probably box-rounders at Christmas time. Going to a faith school, means there’s always a focus on fundraising and community. We’d have a box rounders competition and a Christmas fair every year to raise money for CAFOD. I don’t know how long boxrounders has been going, probably not quite as long as the school has been around, since 1849. I also doubt the school founder, French nun Mary Magadalen thought of its inception herself either. Boxrounders was a way of playing rounders indoors in the winter months, with a few adaptations. Instead of running around a field with various bases there were stops with gym equipment marking

FCJ part 1

Memory is a topic many have written about. It can be traced back to a particular scent, a voice, even a colour. My favourite colours to wear as a girl were purple and pink. I had my most favourite purple jumper, which had a butterfly on the front. I had many other jumpers, but I wore this one until the sleeves were grubby and the butterfly print was faded. Own clothes day, in primary school meant I could wear my purple butterfly jumper. I was often sick as a child. I struggled with sore throats and runny noses and coughs. Eventually I had my tonsils removed in Arrowe Park Hospital. It was such an obscure idea to me, that I could go to sleep and when I woke up, I would be one organ poorer! rise and shine !! I missed my friends when I had to go to a Drs office instead of English class. When I got back to school, in my purple butterfly top, my friends were smiley in their pink and blue outfits. I don't know what year this was, the day I returned to school after an operation... 


Purple Part One

It’s 2016. The year of Brexit, Alan Rickman’s death and Donald Trump’s first Presidential election. 
I’m about to go work a ski season in France, and I’m completing my A Levels. I’ve spent all my time worrying about whether I will be able to complete my A Levels, if I’ll get into university and my head is scrambled trying to remember which Victorian author said what and which Conservative politician had extramarital affairs. My friends from school are all hoping to go to university. The lads from the Boys school are doing various exciting things as well. I’m one of the last to turn 18 because of my late birthday. The lads are in a band called Who Brought the Bear and they’re playing the iconic Cavern Club. Often though, the bouncers fail to even ask for ID. Anyway, I grew up listening to the Beatles and was excited to go to the actual Cavern where they’d played. We could share a taxi often or get a lift to a mates in Birko and get the bus to Liverpool together. We danced all night!!

Cavern Club

If you’re based in London, you’re likely used to having everything you could possibly need right at your doorstep. England’s capital truly offers it all. But even the most dedicated Londoner needs a change of scenery now and then. When you’re needing a break from the pace of city life, a long weekend offers the perfect opportunity to recharge. The key is choosing a destination that’s close enough for convenience, yet different enough to feel like a proper escape. 

From its iconic seaside charm to its creative, inclusive energy, Brighton offers the perfect mix of relaxation and inspiration – just an hour from London. Whether you’re after a dose of culture, great food, or a breath of fresh sea air here’s why Brighton is an ideal weekend getaway. 


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