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    They have been together 5 years - how much “ease” do they need?


    Helena Bonham Carter & Tim Burton had adjoining/conjoining places for y-e-a-r-s.....


    As much as this might seem ideal or reasonable when coming from fishsticks it just sound like a supercilious pronouncement....
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    Quote Originally Posted by marvel View Post
    wtf. I would want my husband to fuck me daily. what is this bullshit?
    Doesn't she have the $20K Rosetta Stone dildo to enrich those polarity moments?
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    She always has to have the perfect life and everyone else is doing it wrong. Funny that she has to mention Chris Martin in nearly every interview though. It reminds me of Elizabeth Taylor and Sally Burton a bit.

    ETA: This is what I mean:

    Sally Burton: 'Yes, Richard and Elizabeth Taylor were in love – but they got divorced twice’

    As the Telegraph publishes exclusive extracts from Richard Burton’s intimate diaries, his widow Sally talks of the complexity of his feelings for Elizabeth Taylor

    Sally Burton and Elizabeth Taylor pretend to strangle each other as Richard Burton and fellow actor Victor Luna watch Photo: GETTY








    By Christopher Wilson

    7:30AM BST 14 Sep 2012


    Stand back! Sally Burton just lit a literary firecracker and tossed it in the room. The widow of Britain’s greatest film actor is presiding over the long-awaited publication of her late husband’s diaries, and they are beyond explosive.

    Opera’s greatest diva, Maria Callas, is “a bore”. Laurence Olivier is a “shallow little man with a mediocre intelligence”. Marlon Brando is a “sober self-indulgent obese fart”, while Lucille Ball is “a monster of staggering charmlessness and monumental lack of humour”.

    Michael Parkinson “lost his talent as a promising writer”, and photographer Terry O’Neill is “very little, very scruffy”. The Duke of Windsor is “gaga”, while his wife is “the most vulgar woman I’ve ever met” – this said to her face.

    The epithets from Burton’s typewriter come rat-tat-tat at the reader, a breathtaking fusillade of withering Welsh ire demonstrating that behind the mellifluous echoing voice and edgy stage presence lurked a fervid mind both high and low, amused and unamused, loving and hating.

    The diaries, which are serialised in the Telegraph’s Review section tomorrow and on Sunday in Seven magazine, are likely to prove the literary sensation of the year. Candid, eloquent, excoriating, they comprise 650 pages of the most astonishing revelations, observations and sideswipes.

    Franco Zeffirelli is “a ruthless selfish multi-faced ego-mad coward”. Actor Anthony Quayle has “tiny button eyes in a great arse of a face”. Bobby Kennedy, at a party given by press aide Pierre Salinger, whisks Dame Margot Fonteyn off into a bedroom for perfunctory sex. Princess Margaret is surrounded by a “snob-ridden load of shits”.
    At a party, Rex Harrison’s wife Rachel Roberts “lay on the floor and barked like a dog”. Harrison’s next wife, Liz Harris, “is not just a harum-scarum shouter and bawler but a devious minx on the make” who “looked ugly with dissipation”.
    He does not spare himself. The man with a blistering thirst for words was equally parched when it came to the vodka bottle. Time and again he charts his dissipations – sometimes happy, sometimes desperate – and the struggles he has to climb back on the wagon only so recently fallen from. “I don’t know why I drink,” he wails at one stage. “I don’t even like it.”
    We have the last Mrs Burton (there were three others – four if you count the actor’s two marriages to Elizabeth Taylor) to thank for the publication of all these delicious plums.
    The former Sally Hay, who met Burton on the set of the TV mini-series Wagner when he was 57 and she 34, gave her husband’s papers to the University of Wales in 2005 and sanctioned next month’s publication.
    Other wives might have acted differently. The diaries start when the writer is 14 and continue almost up to his death at the age of 58 in 1984, but they are only a partial record of Burton’s life and focus heavily on the years when he was with Elizabeth Taylor, his wife from 1964-74 and 1975‑76.
    There’s scant mention of Sally, though it’s telling stuff when you get to it. So why would she give the nod to a publication that brings back into focus her husband’s marriage to another woman?
    “What was I going to do – burn them?” she laughs. Other wives might, I say. “It would be incorrect to have rid the world of them just because they centre on Elizabeth – I can’t deny that the relationship happened or that it was a very important part of Richard’s life. But I am very confident of my relationship with Richard,” she says firmly. “Very confident.”
    This from the woman who, a year ago when cornered by a reporter, snapped “I’m pissed off. I get pissed off with all the talk of a great love story. Yes, they were in love – but they got divorced twice. That means their marriage didn’t work.”
    She’s calmed down now. And with good reason, for though one of the recurrent themes in Burton’s beautifully crafted lines is his mighty obsession with Hollywood’s great glamour-queen, by the end he despairs of her. Rehearsing an ill-fated stage adaptation of Noël Coward’s Private Lives, which trundled across America in 1983, he writes dismissively: “ET impossibly sloshed all day long. So much so she couldn’t even read the lines.”
    Furthermore, his wonder at the beauty of his ex-wife evaporates: “ET lost a cap off her teeth. That makes four teeth lost in the last five-six months.”
    By the time Burton trod the boards with Taylor on that last US tour, Sally was the mainstay of the actor’s life. They married in Las Vegas mid-tour and travelled the country as a threesome. But Burton now had eyes only for his new wife. “I did his make‑up, we would run the lines together before rehearsal. I watched from the wings, later I sat in the dressing room and read a book while listening to the performance on a speaker.
    “Then we would go home together and I would cook supper. He was exasperated by Elizabeth but he kept on going, because he was a professional and because he was committed to it.
    “It was pretty difficult. He didn’t speak bitterly about her, it was more like: 'She’s driving me bloody mad and I’m so happy I have you.’
    “It was a slightly bizarre situation, I agree – we got married in the middle of the tour. So there he was onstage with his ex-wife and all the audiences wanted was for Richard to get back with Elizabeth.”
    It was never going to happen. Burton had found a new contentment and calm in his life, and a way forward from the barnstorming years when he could command millions of dollars for a film. Now he was looking for low-budget, high-quality films like 1984, in which he co‑starred with John Hurt.
    Sally, now a coolly elegant 64 and living in Perth, Western Australia, had just two years with Burton before he died of a cerebral haemorrhage at their home in Céligny, Switzerland. She has never remarried, and has prolonged the relationship by dedicating herself to preserving the Burton name with drama and writing awards and other acts of low-key philanthropy. “I feel this is my marriage, my relationship,” she says quietly, before bursting into laughter. “Though it’s a touch one-sided at times!”
    Her husband, the son of a Welsh miner and a barmaid, was born in the mining village of Pontrhydyfen, Glamorgan, in 1925. One of 13 children, his mother died when he was two. His education misfired and he ended up working in the Co-op before fate redirected him, finding him a six-month placement at Oxford via his service in the RAF. It seems staggering that one so disadvantaged would one day find himself in a Paris salon alongside the Duke of Windsor bellowing the Welsh national anthem, or be the favourite houseguest of Baron Guy de Rothschild, or buy himself on a whim a £1 million (£5.5 million today) jet, or cover his wife in the most expensive jewels in the world.
    His writing gives more than a clue to the transformation. His daily entries reveal a man who is colossally clever, with an exceptionally retentive memory and a yearning for knowledge. A self-styled bibliomaniac, he would read simultaneously detective fiction, Baudelaire, Dickens, tabloid newspapers, biographies and diaries, rugby annuals and, of course, Shakespeare. He adored crosswords (the Telegraph’s was a favourite) and would even complete them in his head while doing his daily exercise routine.
    Thus by the time he emerged as an actor of note in the late Fifties, he had put distance between himself and his humble origins. But he never forgot his Welsh roots and remained exceptionally close to his family. Indeed, he remained close to any family that came his way, becoming paterfamilias to Elizabeth Taylor’s mixed progeny from her four previous marriages, in addition to his two daughters by his first wife, Sybil.
    There is, in his often elegant diary jottings, an interesting dichotomy. On the one hand he loves the riches and the lifestyle his talent has brought him; on the other he hates paying more than $8 for a pair of trousers. He concerns himself with the welfare of those he left behind in the Welsh Valleys, sending money when necessary, but is thrilled at the prospect of arm-wrestling Aristotle Onassis over the purchase of some priceless bauble he wants to give his wife. At night, he eats soup.
    “Having been rescued from the Co-op, I think his attitude was, how far can I take this?” says Sally. “It was his personal adventure – look how far from Wales this boy has gone.
    “He was incredibly tolerant, and loyal,” she adds. “But he could be naughty with it.”
    All this, and more, deliciously emerge in The Richard Burton Diaries, proceeds from which go to the University of Wales at Swansea, whose Professor Chris Williams so elegantly edited them.
    “They are a wonderful document,” says Sally. “And I’m glad to say that it was a family venture in bringing them to the public – his daughter Kate Burton read the proofs and his stepson Christopher Wilding provided the entries written by Elizabeth.
    “Reading, words, were an incredible passion for Richard. I’m thrilled people will now be able to see the world through his eyes.”

    https://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/cel...ced-twice.html




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    I think this is Gwynnie-speak for "my husband's children hate me, and I don't care much for them either".

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    If I ever got married, this would probably have to be the arrangement. I've told my family for years that if I ever wanted to get married, my husband would just have to buy a house next door and we'd take turns with sleepovers. To each their own. That said, Goopy needs to stop pretending she's so unique and quit deluding herself into thinking she's had a single original idea in her life.
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    Gwen has a lot of sun damage. Wow.
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    Quote Originally Posted by sputnik View Post
    Goopy terminology aside (“polarity”?), I don’t think it’s weird to keep separate residences in a relationship. I’ve had this conversation with friends before and it would work for a lot of people and I think it would be a lot more common if more people could afford it.
    Mrs Mo has a good friend who owns TWO very large houses right next to each other. One looks like a country cottage in a painting. And when this friend was married to her late husband, he had his own house. And both of them kept their own houses. I knew the guy - he was brilliant and really tempestuous and I think he really needed that space, and his wife really needed him to have it.
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    Quote Originally Posted by OrangeSlice View Post
    If I ever got married, this would probably have to be the arrangement. I've told my family for years that if I ever wanted to get married, my husband would just have to buy a house next door and we'd take turns with sleepovers. To each their own. That said, Goopy needs to stop pretending she's so unique and quit deluding herself into thinking she's had a single original idea in her life.
    Exactly this.

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    Gwen has a lot of sun damage. Wow.
    I've been saying that since she was 25. I know she's fair, but you'd think she would be onto some organic zinc oxide.
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    judy greer does this with her husband too. he stays with his kids like 30 min away on his nights and spends the rest of the time with her.
    can't post pics because my computer's broken and i'm stupid

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    Quote Originally Posted by Mrs Fawlty View Post
    "But the Sliding Doors actress also admitted her intimacy teacher taught her 'polarity' to keep the relationship fresh."

    Intimacy teacher???????
    What the fukkity-Fukk is a freakin' 'intimacy teacher'?
    She gets more pretentious by the hour, the fukkin' idiot!
    Exactly! The fact that she needs an intimacy teacher shows how off balance she is.

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    I just imagine someone sitting at the foot of the bed, coaching them.
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    like Vince Lombardi.



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    Poor people can just listen to the "play by play" part of Paradise by the Dashboard Light when they need intimacy coaching.
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    How absurd. * Insert comment into any future Gwynnie thread *
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    Thanks, Rollo for the DM on Elizabeth & Richard. I ate that up with a soup spoon.


    Quote Originally Posted by idunno View Post
    I think this is Gwynnie-speak for "my husband's children hate me, and I don't care much for them either".
    I agree. I could write paragraphs on blended families after observing so many while growing up and watching adult friend's do it, but I won't. Suffice it to say, people are just people. You get along or you don't. Hope that the parent of the child understands their own child and doesn't sweep their kid under the rug to keep the peace. Don't disrupt all the blending.


    Quote Originally Posted by NickiDrea View Post
    Gwen has a lot of sun damage. Wow.
    The leatherette look.

    ETA - her husband looks like Chris Kattan.

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