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Our family trip to Menorca should have been remembered as any number of things: the summer vacation when my daughter learned to snorkel, that time my dad ate a lobster’s face, the week of 17 impossibly perfect beaches. And it was all that, but halfway through our stay it also became the time my wife found out her mother was dying.

We had rented a house along the Spanish island’s southern coast, in a community called Binibquer. It sounds like Binny Baker when people say it. We had a running joke about Binny Baker, whom we imagined as a legendary British comedian and predecessor to Benny Hill who’d retired to Menorca. Binibquer is like an appealing Mediterranean version of a Florida enclave, with white cement and plaster houses clustered around a town center where you can walk around and buy sunscreen and beach pails and eat mussels and drink sangria made with Sprite at the bars.

Travel can be a trick you play on yourself. You can almost make yourself believe you actually live in another place. It’s effective. In just a few days, the memory of our real lives can be obliterated. Rituals help with that. On Menorca, we got our morning coffee from the bakery by the supermarket. We went to the beach around nine. This was our favorite local cheese, that was our favorite walk. But when texts with the news of Danielle’s mother began arriving at 3 or 4 a.m., it yanked us out of that fantasy. Suddenly we were just strangers in a place far from home.

It was a warm night, and Danielle must have been up checking her phone. She often can’t sleep. She has the metabolism of a cute, extremely aware fox watching a ping-pong match, and she gets more things done between midnight and 5 a.m. (if you count booking babysitters and panicking about global warming as getting things done) than I do all day long. On this night, for some reason I woke up, too. Disturbance in the Force or what have you.

“My mom had a stroke,” Danielle announced, sitting up in bed. She’d gotten a text from one sister first. That sister was prone to drama, though. My mother-in-law had had many strokes, all of them minor. But then a text came in from another sister. And then from my brother-in-law, kind of a gray-haired father figure who can always be counted on when a cooler head is needed to prevail. He said it was possible Danielle’s mother had only a short time to live. So the news was sanctioned.

Danielle was funny about it. She was crying but also mordant. She said something about how her mother was probably telling a paramedic he didn’t know how to drive the roads near her house and was going the wrong way. As daybreak arrived, the sky became a deep blue, and the wind picked up. The gusts were so strong in the mornings that they sometimes knocked over bottles of shampoo in the bathroom. Standing outside on the patio in that wind, we agreed that Danielle would fly home as soon as possible. I, along with our two kids and my parents, who were with us on the trip, would keep our return tickets and fly back in a few days. Soon Danielle was on the phone calling the airline. I tried to help but mostly just got in the way.

Upon our arrival in Menorca, we picked up a large car we had reserved. It was some kind of Renault, called a Mavis Gallant, I think. (Disclaimer: its real name wasn’t Mavis Gallant.) It was long and wide, and had enough trunk space to put another Renault inside of it. It was like a car designed by M. C. Escher. On our second morning, we packed into the Mavis Gallant to go to the beach. Danielle and I were in the front, while the children (Finn, boy, age five; Frankie, girl, age seven) sat about 10 miles away from us in the backseat, where they looked like shrunken businessmen in a limousine. My parents rented the same Renault Mavis Gallant, naturally. Gordon and Jill, ages 74 and 72 at the time of this vacation, are the happiest people I know, though they’ve been through some terrible hardships. Also, my dad is the slowest driver in the entire world. The vacation was mostly me pulling over on the side of the highway that runs across Menorca, through a miniature mountain range and bleach-blond farmland, waiting for him. He trailed me as we headed west out of Binny Baker.

Here’s the deal with Menorca: it’s the most laid-back and family-friendly of Spain’s Balearic Islands. While there are sophisticated restaurants and places to stay (including a boutique vineyard hotel called Torralbenc, where they administer some top-notch massages, as I can personally attest), the island is emphatically low-key. It doesn’t have the hordes of British and German vacationers who make neighboring Mallorca so, at times, not-fun. Also absent are the untz-untz nightclubs and dudes sitting on the beach in $400 flip-flops scrolling through Instagram that plague Ibiza. What you have instead on Menorca are rocks, Spaniards, and a ton of great beaches.

Menorca’s beaches come in a full spectrum. There are tiny coves notched into the coastline everywhere, for furtive couples and nudists. There is Son Bou beach, perfectly long and wide and sandy. There’s the rugged and beautiful Cala Pregonda, which you hike to over a series of hills, each spot beckoning you to the next, just in case it’s even prettier and less crowded (and it almost always is).

Three of Menorca’s most famous beaches are clustered along the southwestern coast: Cala Macarella, Son Saura, and Cala en Turqueta. They’re sort of Menorca’s analogue to the Eiffel Tower or Times Square touristic imperatives. Places you have to visit because otherwise you wouldn’t feel like you’ve really been to Menorca.

As you drive to those beaches in your Renault MG, at some point you’ll come to large, mysterious electronic signs. You might guess that they have been placed in the peaceful, sun-beaten farmland to give people gate information for some cosmic portal. Stand next to this cow at 4:30 and you’ll be sucked into another dimension! But in fact they are something stranger: parking information signs. The prime beaches, in the height of the season (your late Julys through your ends of August), are so ungodly popular that a system was set up to start turning people away miles from the actual beaches.

We slowed the Mavis Gallant as we approached a sign for Cala Macarella parking. Next to it there was a lady sitting in the shade of a small tent. She explained that the lot was full. And suggested we eat lunch. In a few hours people would leave and we could come back. She helped me navigate a 14-point turn in the Renault.

My father still hadn’t caught up.

We decided to have lunch in Es Migjorn Gran, an inland town that is set into the side of a mountainette and has a beautiful, centuries-old center. At Bar Peri a dark, quiet tapas spot seemingly not updated since the 1940s we ordered typical small plates. Finn didn’t eat a single bite of nutritious food. But he wanted dessert. “If you eat your tortilla,” I said, “you can have dessert. But if you don’t, you can’t.” Danielle looked at me: Don’t draw lines in the sand you don’t intend to back up. I glared back: Can you stop judging my parenting? “Okay, how about just three bites,” I said. “But I won’t negotiate any more.” Danielle rolled her eyes. Looking at Finn, I could tell a whine was coming. There was a Spanish family with beautifully behaved children at the next table. My father was having just the friendliest conversation with them, even though he speaks no Spanish. He can do that. Finn’s whine was getting louder and attracting attention. I was desperate. “Okay, just one bitehalf a biteforget it just go pick some ice cream out of the freezer!”

Danielle was yelling at me without saying anything. That she was right made me angrier.

There was a freezer near the bar stuffed with the kinds of factory-made, highly processed ice cream products people back home in Brooklyn are statutorily prohibited from giving their kids. Finn stood looking at the colorful packages. There were so many. Frankie was already eating an ice cream cone, watching amusedly. “I can’t decide,” Finn said. He said it like it was an accusation how could you take me to this place with all these kinds of ice cream? “Just get the one that Frankie has,” I begged. Jill joined in: “Ooooh, that one looks delicious!” We all knew what was coming. I tried getting philosophical: “Your indecision is so legitimate. Disappointment is inevitable.” I shot a quick glance at my wife, who wasn’t even trying to interfere: Let me handle this.

When I finally got him to pick one, unwrapped it for him, and he tasted it, he dropped it on the ground and screamed, “I want what Frankie has!!!!”

So I went over to buy him that one. It didn’t work.

Menorca’s beaches are famous for a reason, and Cala Macarella is arguably the most spectacular of them all. It’s a turquoise inlet surrounded by cliffs and rocks and pine forest, tipped with a gentle slope of white sand. Spaniards were gathered on the beach and in the shallows. Topless women, babies, young couples rolling cigarettes. With the cliff walls it felt a bit like an amphitheater all of us sitting on the sand to watch the sea perform.

I went for a swim. The water was perfect: blue-green, just cool enough to be refreshing. It was easy to get out far enough to feel that I was alone, the other people reduced to visual details, like little wildflowers in a field. In no time I’d swum around a bend and into another cove, a smaller version of Macarella called Macarelleta. The same deal people on the sand staring out at the sea. I floated on my back, and for a minute I let go of all dissatisfaction. It added one year to my life.

After I returned, we got the kids ready to leave. I was silently levying a protest against my wife. She responded with a wordless counterprotest. But we dried and dressed the kids and desanded the clothes and walked back through the forest to the car in a kind of practiced synchronicity. On the path to the parking lot, the sun was burning the carpet of pine needles at a slow roast, releasing a beautiful, dry smell.

Roads on Menorca don’t always make accommodations to modern traffic. There are a lot of farm roads, lined by stone walls that push in from the sides. Two cars can just squeeze past each other. Usually. When a car approaches, you both keep slowing down and slowing down until you’re creeping past each other with minimal tolerance, pulling your mirrors in, sometimes passing close enough to reach out and change the other car’s radio station. And on the way home I found myself in such a bottleneck.

I floated on my back, and for a minute I let go of all dissatisfaction. it added one year to my life.

I slowed. The oncoming car slowed. My father crept steadily behind me, liking the pace, probably not even realizing that I was slowing down. As he penned me in from behind, the oncoming car penned me in from the front, pushing us together to a point where it was unclear how to disentangle all our Mavis Gallants. It was, I thought, kind of like the impasse that I’d come to with Danielle. Not so much a fight as both of us inching forward and not backing down, and neither of us knowing how to get out of it.

One of the things that makes Menorca the most authentic Balearic island, in my opinion, is that all of its towns feel real. Not BS tourist towns made up of hotels and little drywall grocery stores but the kind of towns you’d expect to find on some hilltop in Castile old and formidable, with heavy stone buildings and narrow streets and real live old ladies sitting on benches mumbling to each other. During the day, when everyone is indoors, hiding from the sun, these towns especially those in the interior can take on the air of a lost civilization, but at night they come alive.

Here on Menorca, you are constantly reminded that there’s a reason why the Spanish eat and socialize so late: because it’s f***ing hot during the day. The sun comes at you at an unpleasant volume, with retina-searing intensity. (One time Finn had to go out into an unshaded plaza to chase down his soccer ball in the middle of the day, and I half expected him to start smoking and burst into flames.) But at night? At night it’s civilized. Temperatures drop, and the wind courses over the island, whipping Menorcans’ towels and underpants as they dry on their clotheslines.

During the summer, each Menorcan town has its own day of the week to host night markets one evening it’s in Fornells, another in Ferreries, another in Alaior. On those nights, the bars and restaurants drag tables into the street, some kind of Spanish marching band or reggae five-piece is booked for a stage in the central plaza, and vendors sell bracelets and cookies and fresh fruit juices.

On Alaior’s designated night, we drove to its outskirts and ditched the Renault in a lot. With Gordon and Jill in tow, we hoofed it into the town center, toward the sounds of Spanish people having fun. Once we were there, it wasn’t long before my daughter discovered a hand-built merry-go-round set up in the middle of a lane. You paid your money and picked a “horse,” constructed out of old tires and scrap metal and broom handles. Then the man put the music on. He powered the contraption using a bicycle whose back wheel was connected to a gear, propelling the riders around in circles. I held Danielle’s hand as we watched the guy pedal (he basically had to complete a stage of the Tour de France over the course of the evening). We were suddenly not mad anymore. That was it. We didn’t talk our way through it. We just left it behind and moved on. When I was young and foolish, I wouldn’t have thought that was how you worked things out.

The town of Fornells is different from other places on the island. Out there on Menorca’s northern coast, the landscape suggests Patagonia. Sparse, rocky, windswept. Martian except for the sea. Located near the mouth of a small bay with sailboats in the water and sturdy stone houses clinging to the coastline the town itself resembles an Irish fishing village that’s been perfectly restored and translated into Spanish. In the distance we could see the Mediterranean pouring into the inlet as the tide came in. But was that really the gentle Mediterranean the sea of linguine and light white wines, tasteful yachts and old, tanned Greek men swimming the crawl at dusk? Because here it was all crushing waves and relentless wind churning against the shore. It felt almost like a thing you weren’t supposed to see.

Fornells is famous for its lobster stew. In the local Catalan the dish is called caldereta de llagosta, and there are a number of well-known restaurants that serve it. Arguably, the most famous of these is Es Cranc. Which I believe translates to “The Crankypants.” It can be difficult to get a table at Es Cranc in the high season unless you reserved last year. And maybe not even then, as it’s filled with families that have been coming to Es Cranc forever and have their appointed tables. As for the American travel magazine I was writing for? Es Cranc couldn’t have cared less.

We did get a table at the second-place spot, Sa Llagosta. But only in what the restaurant industry refers to as “shoulder hours.” Though we were seated at 6:30 when no Spaniard would ever eat dinner I will tell you this: the lobster stew might be $80 per person (it is, in fact, $80 per person), but it’s worth more than that. Your lobster, severed into chunks, is cooked in a brown soup for a very long time at a low temperature. The soup itself is made by boiling lobster shells and fish bones and saffron and pepper and who knows what else for days until it turns into an intense, briny broth. It comes to the table in a large, earthenware cauldron with a set of dental devices with which to extract the meat. My father mostly just held the tooth scaler in one hand, using the other to grasp the lobster carcass as he gleefully sucked the meat out.

Finn tried the stew, but he wasn’t feeling it. Frankie liked it, but didn’t love it. Jill wrote a sonnet about it.

When the kids woke up on the morning we got the news about Danielle’s mom, we told them the truth without telling them the truth. It’s one of those things you learn as parents. “Mormor is sick, and Mommy has to go home to see her,” we said (mormor is Swedish for maternal grandmother; Danielle’s mom is Swedish). Then we waited to see if they wanted any more information they never ask for more than they can handle. We made a plan for Danielle’s last day: we would go to Ciutadella, the most elegant and cosmopolitan of Menorca’s towns, and eat our faces off and buy stuff; after that we’d visit the Cap de Cavalleria lighthouse, which the kids wanted to do.

For lunch, we got a table at S’Amarador, a crowded restaurant in Ciutadella’s harbor that serves the kind of food you’d expect to find on a stylish yacht. We ordered plates of mussels, squid, hard Spanish cheeses (and less-hard Spanish cheeses), grilled fish, roasted fish, and fish soup. I believe there was a salad involved. We drank wine. We all held hands. Danielle cried. I already missed her. I felt ill at ease, wondering how I would inject a sense of fun into anything. Which is not what I should have been thinking about when my wife’s mother was dying. On the way to the restaurant, the kids and I had picked up a little yellow cotton dress for Danielle. It just felt like Menorca, kind of sunny and breezy. At lunch I started to take it out to give to her.

“Please don’t,” she said. “Or else it will always be the dress I got when I found out my mother was dying.”

After lunch, we drove to the lighthouse. When we arrived, Jill went to the information kiosk (she’s interested in things; I’m not) while my dad sat down and soaked it all in from a restful position, as is his wont. Danielle was on the phone with her sisters. I took the kids out to a cave.

Menorca is pocked with caves in cliffs and underwater. Caves into which ancient contemplators disappeared, where Jews were imprisoned, treasures hidden. Caves that now host expensive cocktail lounges, like the famous Cova d’en Xoroi. Near the lighthouse, a hundred yards from the cliff’s edge, there is a cave entrance. Just a hole in the ground. And into that hole we saw people disappearing one at a time.

As soon as it was our turn, Frankie wriggled right down the ladder and disappeared into the blackness. But Finn was frightened. He stared into the hole. Finn at age five was such a force of nature, approaching the world with such defiance, that it surprised me when he got scared and grabbed onto my thumb with his soft little hand. He looked at me and said, “I want to go, but I also don’t want to go. Should I be scared?” The main psychological questions laid bare, without any of the repression we learn later in life. “I would be, probably,” I said. “But it’s not actually going to be scary when you’re down there.”

Finn eventually proceeded, solemnly, into the blackness. Frankie was waiting for us, and she took one of my hands while Finn took the other. We walked down a long underground passageway until we came to an opening, protected by a metal grate, overlooking the sea at a terrifying height. The three of us gazed out, kind of willing ourselves to bear witness. I like to think Frankie and Finn shared my sense of staring into an unknown just as their grandmother was doing back home in America.

Turning toward the exit, Finn said he wanted an ice cream cone. I told him to ask his mom.

Fly to Menorca Airport via Madrid, Barcelona, or other European hubs like London and Rome.

Alcaufar Vell: The 21 rooms and various outbuildings at this historic property portions of which are said to date back to the 14th century have been gracefully modernized. Sant Llus; doubles from $249.

Torralbenc: Set amid vineyards, this oasis of luxury features 27 warmly minimalist rooms in converted farm buildings. Theres also a lovely spa, a restaurant, and a knockout swimming pool. Alaior; doubles from $203.

Cova den Xoroi: Make your way through a series of caves to enjoy the breathtaking sunset views and live music at this bar carved into the cliffs. After sundown, be prepared to dance, as the space turns into a nightclub. Alaior.

Es Cranc: This restaurant can be hard to get in to in high season, but its lobster stew a local specialty is worth the effort. So plan ahead and brace yourself to spend a bit to try the delicacy. 31 Carr. de les Escoles, Fornells; 34-971-37-64-42; entres $50$84.

Sa Llagosta: A great alternative to Es Cranc, this spot serves up excellent seafood dishes. 12 Carr. de Gabriel Gelabert, Fornells; 34-971-37-65-66; entres $31$78.

SAmarador: Like many restaurants on the island, S’Amarador is all about seafood. The dining room, located in the historic port of Ciutadella, offers mussels, clams, and more. entres $25$73.

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This Spanish Island Has Picture-Perfect Beaches, Sun-Bleached Villages, and a Lobster Stew You’ll Never Forget – Travel+Leisure


Thomson Cruises has released a series of three films made by British actor and radio presenter Larry Lamb, who was challenged by the cruise line to discover an array of interesting locals, whilst sailing in the Mediterranean on TUI Discovery 2.

During Lamb’s adventures in Barcelona, Palma and Ibiza, he met an eclectic and diverse mixture of locals who all have a story to tell known as Cruise Mates.

The challenge follows a recent study by Thomson Cruises and the Human Nature Research Lab at Yale University, which found that Brits who bond with up to five new people from different cultures whilst on holiday can experience a happiness boost of 10%.

In Barcelona, Lamb explored Boqueria market, where he met Junaito, the owner of Bar Pinotxo, which he runs with his nephew. He has worked at the restaurant for almost 70 years and it is often referred to as the most famous tapas bar in the Boqueria.

After a stroll down Las Ramblas, Lamb met with Christine Blanco Eslava and Raphael, who practice the traditional art of flamenco dance and music. The pair recruited Lamb to drum the Cajon, a wooden box instrument to keep the timings of the dance.

In Palma de Mallorca, Lamb was keen to discover a selection of outdoor pursuits. Palma sees pro-athletes visit the town for its flat terrain and warm climate. Here he met and cycled with Thelonious, a Mallorcan born cycling and hiking expert.

In his final Cruise Mate destination Lamb went in search of the freshest seafood in Ibiza and met with local fisherman Miguel, a native Ibizan who grew up in a traditional fishing family and catches seafood that is sold to local restaurants and markets.

Miguel invited Lamb to join him for a ride in his boat to learn about the local fishing scene and to sample the fresh daily catch. He then visited El Chiringuito de Dona Maria, commonly known as the Fish Shack – to prepare and cook lunch with owner, Samar whose family has run the restaurant for the past 38 years.

Following his trip, Lamb commented: ‘I have been lucky enough to travel the world during my career, meeting a diverse group of people from across the globe, but Ive never had the opportunity to experience a cruise. I teamed up with Thomson Cruises to show there is a wealth of amazing people from different cultures and backgrounds that cruise-goers can meet when they step ashore at a new destination.’

Managing director of Thomson Cruises, Richard Sofer, said: ‘We knew that Larry had a love of travel and meeting new people made evident by his ability to speak five different languages. It was great to see him really get into the spirit of the trip.’

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British actor Larry Lamb meets ‘locals’ in Med promotion for Thomson Cruises – Seatrade Cruise News


With a career spanning some two decades, Paco Osuna is one of the most renowned and recognized figures in the International techno community.

Over the years, the man behind Mindshake has moulded his own musical signature, coating the purest techno sounds with his characteristic features: depth, darkness and imagination, always accentuated by his creativity and innovation.

On FRIDAY (28 July), Paco Osuna descends on Music On at Amnesia Ibiza once again handling Club Room duties alongside a live performance from Fer Br and a special DJ set from Pica. On the Terrace, Marco Carola and Music On resident Joey Daniel handle things into the wee hours. Anticipating this event, we caught up with Paco Osuna en route to Ibiza for a catch up on all things Music On and the White Isle.

You can find all the details and ticket information to Music On 28 July, 2017 below!

You will be a featured for 10 dates at Music On 2017. After last year, and the successful one-off events, how does it feel to be such an important part of such a renowned concept? Its an honour to have Music Ons support and to see how they believe in me. I feel totally part of the family, as I have always felt even before the brand was created. So being part of Music On is, for me, being part of my family, and you always want to give the very best to your family, right?

Can you give us some of your impressions of Music On during the 2016 season? What were some of the highlights for you? For me every single party is a highlight. I dont see a difference between each date, I always try to do my best for the brand and for the audience. Of course I have some memories of crazy nights, like the night that Marco and I played in both rooms and switched rooms in the middle of the night, but as I say, every night is a highlight for me.

How do you see Music On expanding in 2017? Ibiza is our main base and we have a stable night with our audience they support us every week from the opening on. I guess we will keep doing more events outside Ibiza, like the Music On Festival in Amsterdam, because the Music On family wants to take its unique atmosphere around the world.

Do you have any specific Music On performances this summer you are particularly looking forward to? Yes! I have 10 specific performances at Music On, all of them mega bombs!!

In your view, what does Music On mean to the contemporary state of the clubbing in Ibiza? Music On represents the atmosphere of Ibiza. In the past years people travelled to Ibiza to find the freedom to enjoy their holidays, music, beach, food, to relax etc.. so in Music On our purpose is to make people have fun, dance and enjoy themselves with the music and at a party with a unique atmosphere.

How would you describe Marco Carola as a captain of the brand? The truth is that I cant see Marco as a captain, he is my best friend since 1999 and we have had so many experiences together. I see him as my brother. He is the face and the brain of Music On, but he is the kind of person that gives you total freedom to do your job, he is not the kind of person that is telling you what to do. If you are part of Music On, it is because he believes in you, and if you are out of Music On it is because he doesnt like what you do for Music On. But during the period that you are part of the brand, he doesnt disturb you, he gives you his support 100%. I guess he is a good captain, because the greatest way to work and give your best is when you feel free to be yourself.

How do you prepare yourself (mentally and physically) for the demands of the summer schedule? What about after the season, how do you wind down? After the summer season starts the winter season, hahaha, so this is non-stop until January. After NYE its my time to disconnect and to have some holidays. The worst part of the summer is that you spend most of the time travelling and being away from my son. Sometimes when Im extremely tired, what gives me energy is to see the enthusiasm of the crowd at the shows.

During the summer and outside of Music On, are there any destinations you have planned that youre looking forward to? Even if its for a personal trip Yes, every year I spend a week with my family in a villa in Ibiza. Every year I look forward to that date. Those days are the best of the year and the most fun way to enjoy Ibiza beside the nights. I go to the aquatic park with my son, he loves it, we spend time on the beach, at relaxed places with my Mum; its always the best week of the year, the reunion with all of my family.

Whats your favourite place to eat in Ibiza? Favourite place to chill? Every year Ibiza has new restaurants and theres a lot of places that I love, but maybe since my first year in ibiza its been one favourite: Can Pilot in San Rafael. To chill, Ibiza has many, many places, but I love to be in the pool and at the beach playing with my son. Thats how I relax, watching him having fun.

Finally, what would you personally like fans to know about Music On Ibiza 2017, especially about the date of July 28th? That I will be waiting for them to make another unforgettable night at Music On, full of good vibes and music. An ATOPE night!

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Fall in number of cars built in UK last month amid Brexit uncertainty

The number of cars built in the UK last month fell by almost 14% as the industry continued to be affected by uncertainty over Brexit, new figures reveal.

The number of cars built in the UK last month fell by almost 14% as the industry continued to be affected by uncertainty over Brexit, new figures reveal.

Almost 137,000 cars left production lines, 13.7% down on June last year, amid a decline in demand for cars in this country.

The Society of Motor Manufacturers and Traders (SMMT) reported that exports were driving production, with almost four out of five British cars shipped overseas in the first half of the year, the highest for five years.

The number of cars built in the first half of the year was down by 2.9% to 866,656, with home demand down by 9.5% following a long period of record growth.

A study for the SMMT showed that the ambition of building two million cars in 2020 will now be missed.

Despite uncertainty in the industry, production is forecast to rally for the rest of the year as new and updated models are launched.

Mike Hawes, SMMT chief executive, said: World-class engineering, productivity, strong government collaboration and massive investment in the past few years have helped UK automotive become a global success story.

At the heart of this has been the free and frictionless trade weve enjoyed with the EU, by far our biggest customer and supplier, but Brexit uncertainty is not helping investment and growth is stalling.

The Government has been in listening mode but now it must put on the table the concrete plans that will assure the future competitiveness of the sector.

Investors need certainty so, at the very least, the UK must seek an interim deal which maintains single market and customs union membership until we have in place the complex new agreement sought with the EU.

Mr Hawes said things had changed for the industry since the EU referendum, describing the year so far as turbulent.

The EU remained the biggest region for exports, with a share of 54% so far this year, down by 7.9% on a year ago, with the United States second at 15%, up by more than a third.

The next biggest overseas markets were Germany, Italy and China.

Investment in the UK by car firms last year totalled 1.66 billion but was only 322 million in the first six months of 2017.

Mr Hawes said it was clear that firms were waiting for clarity on future trading arrangements, adding: Our industry depends on trade with Europe.

Unite assistant general secretary Tony Burke said: The Brexit effect is now real and is biting into an important UK manufacturing sector, our world-class car industry. Government must hear the alarm bells ringing and take action.

Not only are consumers shying away from buying cars because of the massive economic uncertainty we are in, the industry is also putting a brake on investment until they hear from government that our existing friction-free trading arrangements will be secure once we are out of the European Union.

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Fall in number of cars built in UK last month amid Brexit uncertainty – Belfast Telegraph


From the Inskips to PrinceHarry and Meghan Markle, and Ian Fleming to the Kennedys, this famousMontego Bay resort is a retreat for the most sophisticated of socialites, writes William Cash

To understand the mentality of Round Hill in Jamaica and why it is one of the very few resorts in the Caribbean – or even the world – that has been able to authentically maintain its social hotel ‘legend’status over several decades, you need to first realise that like ‘Establishment’ power in Britain, Round Hills access and power is exercised and controlled socially – not corporately.

Power and influence at Round Hill lie not with the board of a faceless global hotel chain group but with a socially select and wealthy group of shareholders who own the resort. In truth, its not really about the money, profits and dividends. Its about retaining the soul of Round Hill says JosefForstmayr,the long standing Austrian managing director of Round Hill.

This is exactly the vision of John Pringle who first invented the concept of what Count Lanfranco Rasponi – a friend of the Pringles – liked to refer to as the ‘invitation only compound club’. In short, you invest in building a cottage as a holiday home and then get to share in the profits of the resort when it is rented out (still to this day a stipulation of all cottage leases).

This model has gone on to be replicated in certain clique like social pockets all over the Caribbean. But it all began at Round Hill in January 1953. There are ownership structure similarities with Lynford Cay in the Bahamas, Mill Reef in Antigua, the Mustique Island Company and Jumby Bay island off Antigua – but Round Hill is unique and special in ways that only the most socially nuanced might appreciate or understand.

Ive been to Round Hill three times now and I think Ive finally worked out why I always feel so relaxed in the resort. Partly it is because you are driven around on golf buggies which makes the place feel as if you have suddenly acquired membership of one of the world’s chicest country clubs, even if you’ve never played a round of golf in your life.

Whilst some famous Caribbean resorts have certainly faded, Round Hill has never slipped. An example is Frenchman’s Cove resort in Port Antonio on the other side of Jamaica which has become more a of traveller and yoga retreat in recent years. But the good news is that Galvin Weston, owner of Frenchmans Cove (and chocolatier Charbonnel et Walker) has told me he is now refurbishing the 48 acre resort which has one of the most idyllic tropical beaches in the world The Cove – so that Frenchmans once again will attract the Brit moneyed classes.

In the 1960s, Frenchmans was one of the most glamorous resorts in the Caribbean with guests including the Queen and Duke of Edinburgh, Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton, the Beatles, Ian Fleming and Errol Flynn. It was also one the most expensive, costing $1,000 a night.

But the main reason other than a lack of investment that Frenchmans Cove never kept up with Round Hill was that the billionaire Weston family never had a Forstmayrin charge to make sure that the Birley-esque standards of founder John Pringle have never dropped.

Another factor, so I am told, is that when Garfield Weston Galvins grandfather first bought the 48 acre Frenchmans Cove beach property in the 1950s, they missed a clause in the sale contract that required the beach and land to be turned into a hotel resort. The original plan had just been to build himself and his family a Jamaican paradise retreat next to one of the best beaches in the world. The Weston family then thought they would build a luxury executive resort for their senior employees but by 1958 construction had started on the jet-set hotel with 18 glass Richard Neutra-style bungalow villas which opened in 1962.

What is certain is that Pringle unlike the billionaire Weston family- never had any sort of real money of his own to develop Round Hill, which meant that failure was simply not an option.

It was Pringles drive and social ambition his Scottish grandfather had been a major landowner in Jamaica but one that had long gone that gave Round Hill the edge over other Jamaica resorts even the famed Jamaica Inn, owned by the Morrow family, that Mark Birley (who always stayed with Jamaicas real estate king Nigel Pemberton at his estate near Round Hill) was nearly tempted to buy at one point. Forstmayrhimself was taken under the ‘wing’ of Pringle in 1989. Regarded as the Mark Birley of Jamaica, it was Pringles vision and obsession with status, style and society that led to Round Hill being nicknamed ‘Annabel’s-by-the sea’.

When Forstmayr showed me around a stunning deluxe cottage owned by a board member – which was just awaiting the arrival of a HNW family, his normally jovial One Love tone slipped into something more Prussian when he ticked off a house maid for not closing the shutters and making sure the air-conditioning was switched on before the guests arrived. Closing the Jamaican mahogany shutters himself, he said that when guests arrive all rooms most be at the correct temperature.

That Round Hill was chosen as a venue for the recent Tom Inskip society wedding to the Hon Lara Hughes-Young – attended by Prince Harry and his girlfriend Meghan Markle – is largely a testament to the hard work of Forstmayr who is also the islands Austrian Consulate General with his office at Round Hill doubling up as the Jamaicas unofficial embassy. Forstmayrfirst came to Jamaica with his parents in the 1970s. Despite being forced to wear Lederhosen on the beach, he fell in love with the island.

NowForstmayr wears Ralph Lauren chinos and polo shorts the resort uniform as provided by the Round Hill board member who owns two properties:a 20 plus acre estate with a mini-mansion and another Gatsby-like beach house that sits at the edge of the resort like a giant white wedding cake. Neither can be described as any sort of cottage in the conventional sense.

Lauren also helped design the 27 breezy white Ocean Front rooms of Pineapple House, the hotel building of the resort, named after the fact that the estate formerly belonging to Lord Monson was a pineapple plantation. Referred to only half-jokingly by Forstmayr(as Pringle used to) as the Barracks a bit unfair considering they all include four poster beds with crisp Ralph Lauren linens – rooms start at around $300 a night the Pineapple House was the least expensive billeting for guests at the Inskip wedding.

Forstmayr like John Pringle – should be given a Jamaican CBE for his services to tourism. Equipped with a Teutonic social radar as acute as Nigel Dempster before Chablis o Clock at 1pm – when he used to indulge his ‘camel thirst’ for white wine – Forstmayr has ensured that although Round Hill may have lost such famous founding member social names suchas Noel Coward or Viscount Rothermere, the resort has lost none of its exclusive social catchet: the number one West Indies meets the Hamptons private country club for the international society set.

What I especially like about Round Hill is that while it retains much of the 1950’s Aitken polo club and Hamptons country club preppy style that puts WASPs so at ease (dont assume for a second that most of the owners or guests have been White Anglo Saxons by the way) the resort has lost none of the louche streak of upper class society ‘naughtiness’ than makes a stay at Round Hill feel like a 1930s Transatlantic crossing on a luxury liner. Think the Hamptons on rum punch.

What happens in Round Hill stays in Round Hill; or well, sort of.

Forstmayrtold me that the Chubb safe of the hotel contains a highly confidential scandal file relating to the misconduct of various homeowners, including a series of letters of complaint from one homeowner who had to repeatedly complain about the sexual antics of his neighbour, a well known titled English female society figure who used to have sex openly after lunch on the terrace of her cottage with a range of lovers.

How the late Dempster would have loved to have got his hands on this file. I didn’t like to ask whether the file is ever updated but before we flew out, Forstmayrsent me a copy of a recent Tatler article on Jamaica celebrating its hedonistic, sybaritic past and why the island following the expat upper class decadence of Kenya in the 1930s, Hong Kong in the 1980s and LA in the 1990s has always been the ‘Happy Valley’ island of the Caribbean.

Thats still partly true today. Increasingly many HNW Brits are turning their back on overpriced gated villas in Ibiza or St Tropez to buying run-down old villas in Jamaica for their holiday home the best areas are the hills close to Round Hill around Montego Bay and San San in Port Antonio just as the likes of Noel Coward and Ian Fleming did over 50 years ago.

Jamaica is certainly where many titled aristos have bought houses such as my friend William, Earl of Dartmouth. The bohemian Earl of Wemyss related to Anne Fleming who was born Anne Charteris – still has a house in the chic little enclave of San San, Port Antonio once a 1950ss jet set mecca for socialites and film stars like Errol Flynn- not far from the beach estate of art collector Francesca Von Hapsburg. The British posh social buccaneer crowd have always tended to gravitate towards the more pirate-like Jamaica rather than other islands.

Whilst the brasher newer money Puff Daddy crowd prefer St Barth’s (where Pippa Middletons new husband James Matthewss family co-own the Eden-Roc hotel); or head for Barbados, led by disgraced billionaire Sir Shifty Philip Green who makes an annual pilgrimage to Sandy Lane every winter.

The Inskip society wedding with Prince Harry was made for the Round Hill white sand stage set. It was exactly for such an occasion and social cast that John Pringle created Round Hill. I wouldnt be surprised if a good number come back; and bring their friends. The social referral system was always the Pringle model. Ok, so the more casually dressed a Round Hill guest is, the more likely they are to be billionaires. But that doesnt impress Forstmayror, who’d likeRound Hill to remain an oasis of style and social standards whilethe rest of the Caribbean may chose to go all inclusive. One reason, perhaps, why a polite notice stands by the entrance to the Polo Bar and dining area informing guests that they must wear trousers after 7.30pm.

For the socially-seasoned Austrian managing director of the exclusive Round Hill resort – who is used to looking after the likes of Vogue boss Anna Wintour – it can’t have been the easiest of jobs deciding which ‘Cottage’ to put Prince Harry and Meghan Markle in. Forstmayrhad to think of everything – security, risk of paparazzi hiding in the palm trees and not least the fact that where they stayed was always going to be a talking point. But neither Josef nor any staff member will let on where Harry stayed.

By the way, although the houses for rent are described as ‘Villas’ on the resort website, Forstmayrand the 27 private owners refer to their properties as ‘Cottages’. Not because they are small little English style country cottages (although Noel Coward’s Number 3 could pass forone) but because John Pringle liked the fact that Newport Beach’s (Rhode Island) mansions are referred to as ‘Cottages’ by their wealthy and socially prominent owners.

Guests often request Cottages with social provenance. Cottage 10 was stayed in by JFK when he came to Round Hill with his new wife Jackie on his honeymoon in 1953. Jackie came back after JFKs death when married to Onassis. According to head concierge Kingsley, Jackie O was one of the best water skiers he has ever seen at the resort. ‘She would ski on one ski for nearly an hour’ said Kingsley. ‘Everybody was on the beach watching. Such elegance and style’.

Some guests request to stay in Cottage 25 just a short walk from the main reception up John Pringle Drive – as it was on its pool side terrace that JFK wrote his inaugural address with the lines: Ask not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country. Now its owned by the Wimbledon based Mrs Fernande Brenninkmeijer, a majority shareholder in the Dutch based C & Aretail dynasty. Her daughters English family and their two children who live in Yorkshire – were out for a three-week family holiday. This is now increasingly the trend for sophisticated Brits who want a relaxing holiday far from the maddening Med crowd.

I stayed in Cottage 16 still often referred to as the Rothermere villa although no longer owned by the family – for my honeymoon with my wife three years ago. It was a memorable experience not the least as the first hour was spent throwing out or washing in the bath – most of the contents of my entire wardrobe after finding out that a bottle of 1985 Petrus had exploded in my suitcase during the flight.

Then I noticed a distinctly illicit smell wafting from the suite next door.

Turned out it was occupied by some wealthy German trust fund kids who put up a giant Bob Marley flag in their living room, played reggae music and were too stoned most of the day to even make it to thebeach- let alone any restaurant. Fortunately, the Cottage’s uniformed housekeeping staff kept them fortified with Blue Mountain coffee and banana pancakes and cooked their meals. The cottage boasts a large pool which features an underwater James Bond like window that looks down into the guest bedroom of the bedroom below.

Cottage 16 now divided into Luxury Villa Suites – certainly has one of the most colourful histories in the resort. In the 1950s it was where Ian Fleming used to enjoy drinking martinis and no doubt more (Fleming was into S & M) – with his good friend Anne (Lady) Rothermere before he persuaded her to marry him. Noel Coward, Fleming and Anne then decided to move down the coast to Orecabessa to start a property (Goldeneye) copying many of the things that they liked about Round Hill. That was where the Bond novels were written.

There is also a guest house at Cottage 16 in which Lady ‘Bubbles’ Rothermere a former glamorous British film actress who enjoyed her champagne and social amnesty from Dempster even after she and her husband led largely separate lives – used to accommodate guests who she invited out to visit Round Hill. On one occasion, she gave an air-ticket to a dashing younger man she met in Annabel’s only to forget about having sent him off to her holiday home in Jamaica. Two weeks later, the man was still out at Round Hill, having spent a fortnight at the beach bar and enjoying his absent hosts Jamaican hospitality on account. You can’t exactly blame the fourth Viscount Rothermere for selling up.

Round Hill has a curious relationship with its own publicity. When in residence at his white Beach House, Ralph Lauren can often be seen sunning himself by the pool of on the edge of the sea at the end of the resort. Anybody on a snorkelling trip to the coral reef at Montego Bay can easily photograph him – and the billionaire doesn’t mind too much that his name is ‘dropped’ as a resident. His name has been synonymous with the glamour of Round Hill for several decades. Flying in from New York to Montego Bay, just twenty minutes away, on his private jet several times a year he rarely misses the New Years Eve party or the charity gala Sugar CaneBall on Valentines night Lauren and his wife Ricky have become part of the Round Hill brand just as much as Noel Coward and Jackie Kennedy.

This years guest list for the 60th anniversary Sugar Cane Ball, raising money for local charities attended by the Prime Minister of Jamaica – gives a pretty good idea of the social mix at Round Hill; and why Round Hill has managed to retain its crown as the social Godfather of shareholder-owned resorts. The event received no publicity in the UK but upper class Brits or Londoners included Cottage owner, heiress and socialite Caroline St George; London based Nan Brenninkmeyer; the Hon Tricia Monson; The Countess of Portsmouth; and the Hon. Vanessa Anstuther-Gouth-Calthorpe; and thats not including the all-star galaxy of New York and LA socialites, hedgies, and philanthropists.

All these details Forstmayr is happy to release along with photos. But for Prince Harry’s stay, heremains super discreet. All he will say is that he wasnt going to allow any tabloid lenses to pry into the wedding. So seriously does Forstmayr take hotel privacy and security that he closed off the resort to all but wedding guests for the three day beach-side nuptials. Not even ‘Cottage’ owners were allowed to stay in they own properties. ‘I didn’t allow anybody’ he says. ‘I closed off the resort and even told locals not to rent out their boats to any strangers’.

But still the paparazzi managed to bribe some local fishermen to take out vessels. They were far out to sea but they had such huge lenses that anybody on the beach could be photographed. So these photos kept appearing of Harry and Meghan sipping cocktails and nobody could understand where they came from’ says Forstmayr at lunch on the sea terrace restaurant. The restaurant overlooks the immaculately hand brushed (every morning at 7am) white sand beach of the hotel tucked away in a miniature cove that means the water rarely gets rougher than the Serpentine Lido.

Few hotels or resorts in the Caribbean have the historical pedigree of Round Hill. The truth is that almost all the 27 cottages have historical or social associations. These include Princess Margaret, Grace Kelly, Alfred Hitchcock, Piers Brosnan, Sir Paul McCartney, and American society royalty like Truman Capote, Babe Paley, Bing Crosby and socialite Vanessa Noel, vice-chairman of the resort’s board.

Unlike Mustique, where you know exactly which villa you are booking – all houses are clearly advertised on the website – staying at Round Hill is more like being invited by a hostess to stay at a high society house party. You are billeted by the management team i.e.Josef. You book according to category Premium Luxury Villa, Deluxe Villas,Classic Villas – rather than specific villas. You can tell the Cottages that are privately-owned as they all have numbers. Although you can request a preferred villa, or ask to return to a specific ‘Cottage’, your booking is in your hosts hands.

My new favourite is Cottage 21 which is owned by Glenn Creamer, chairman of the board, and is one of only four Premium Luxury Villas at Round Hill. Creamer is one of America’s most respected private equity wizards and is also a prominent Catholic philanthropist, acting as Treasurer of the Catholic Relief Services. We were staying in his guest-house, 85 A, a luxury guest house adjacent to the much grander main Cottage 21 which – with its own original 1950s mahogany horse-shoe bar, original Pringle era furniture, chic art and recent tasteful refurbishment – is certainly one of the smartest and desirable villas at the resort. It sleeps ten and has a dining room fit for any Rhode Island billionaire or English baronet.

But what to me made our guest cottage so special were the personal touches – such as having a copy of the Jamaican history of Catholicism- on top of some quirky old leather bound books in the bedroom. It made it feel as if we were genuinely staying in a friend’s guest cottage. True – a friend I’d never met, and in truth had never heard of until I saw his name as the chairman of the Round Hill Board. But it was a nice example of Round Hill’s famous Hopewell meets the Hamptons style hospitality.

Interestingly, there is as with Jumby Bay no actual golf course at Round Hill. This is a deliberate decision as one mark of true residential exclusivity today in the Caribbean can be gauged by the way that a community wishes to stand apart from the golfing holiday crowd (there are many tennis courts and no doubt croquet is taken seriously). This anti-golf stance immediately makes Round Hill stand apart from, say, Sandy Lane at Barbados which boasts no less than three courses and 45 holes of golf which makes the place feel very much like a golf resort.

It’s always interesting to see how a community or island relates to golf from a social point of view. Americans view golf as a national metaphor for The Good Life as well as a middle-class aspirational sport which reflects the social mobility of the American dream all fairways lead to potential membership of the elite Country Clubs (something which the Brits do not fully understand) and social validation that many Americans crave. Round Hill is more sophisticated in its social values and aspirations. As I said, its not really about buying property its about buying into the worlds most exclusive social hub.

In the snobbish world of Caribbean millionaire shareholder private club resorts having a golf links is considered a little naff. You can, of course, get a complimentary shuttle bus from Round Hill to the smart Tryall Golf Club and country club a few miles away. This is one of the most exclusive private country clubs in Jamaica located in Hanover Parish, just outside Montego Bay. It was founded in 1958 – five years after Round Hill – and designed by Ralph Plummer.

It is just down the road from where Tetra Pak heiress Kirsten Rausing owns a ‘Great House’ estate on the fringes of a fairly socially deprived local area. Still, Kirsten shops in the market village and cut a glamorous if eccentric figure in the locality.

But few today want to buy former colonial estates. An average Cottage plot in Round Hill is probably no more than a quarter of an acre.

When you have lived as long as I have around here’ says a veteran Jamaican estate agent Nigel Pemberton a British former Wall Street banker who moved to Jamaica in the 1950s – who has sold or re-sold many of the Cottages on Round Hill. ‘You discover that not all Great Houses are as great as people think they are’.

While there isalways a supply of crumbling old colonial estates houses for sale around Jamaica – the type with more pot-holes and neglect that the two-mile drive of a Scottish castle – there are currently no Cottages for sale in Round Hill. Nothing while Mustique has several.

Even if they were, you’d be looking at least $3 million. You could buy at least two ‘Great Houses’ with land for that. Yet in the crazy HNW Caribbean property market, $3 million still offers great value when contrasted with Jumby Bay or Mustique where property prices have inflated so much that entry level is around $7million.

The truth – and the key to understanding Round Hill – is that owners are not actually buying just a piece of Caribbean property. They are buying into Round Hills retro social fantasia Hamptons co-op lifestyle. Its about buying into the social Global Citizens dream country club. Its the same on Jumby Bay. One owner described to me as incredulous that his timber beach shack could be worth $5 million.

The Inskip wedding was animportant event in Jamaica not so much because Prince Harry once again visited the island but because it gave Round Hill the opportunity to remind the world that when it comes to offering a glamorous acquamarineocean front social stage set for aristo and royal high society at play, nowhere does it better than Round Hill. In short, they are used to it; only the resort is so understated, you hardly ever hear about it. Indeed the resort describes itself as ‘Timeless elegance and understand luxury’.

This very British obsession with social ‘understatement’ at Round Hill sometimes goes too far. Every Friday night guests are invited to enjoy a Jamaica Night – including a spectacular and dazzlingly politically-incorrect circus like show of daring Jamaican acrobats doing death defying somersaults without mats, contortionists who can wriggle their double-jointed bodies through two tennis racket heads, semi-naked cheer leader dancers wiggling away like dervishes in straw mini-skirts, a fire eater who would not have been out of place in Live and Let Die, performers walking through fire – and all to the sound of frantic native drum bashing – followed by a Reggae concert. Yet the hotel bills this circus spectacular as a ‘Local Folk Art’ show. A folk show ? I agree says Forstmayr. Perhaps we are a little too understated sometimes’.

This Jamaican Night is part of what draws people back to Round Hill.

In an age where people are under siege by the digital drum dance of Snapchatand Instagram, Round Hill is an oasis of a recherch jet-set world where you had to book your international phone calls a day or so in advance.

I have been to Round Hill twice before, and so it was reassuring to be greeted again by the Caribbeans most famous bellman turned concierge, Kingsley, who must be in his eighties. Round Hill loves continuity as does Nigel Pemberton still working in his eighties – who hasnt been back to London for over three years.

The last time Nigel was there he didnt recognise the city. My wife and I were invited to dinner at his grand colonnaded colonial house built in 1765 I think but everybody says there houses were built in1765 – overlooking the bay where a huge swimming pool on the lawn is flanked by two giant British canons. I was glad to see that his butler Carlton served us almost exactly the same menu for dinner that we had enjoyed three years ago when on honeymoon: smoked marlin, chicken fricasse with peanut and coconut sauce and flamb pineapple. This time the pudding was home-made apple crumble.

The staff at Round Hill dont tend to change much. Kingsley is the only staff member permitted to wear a turquoise tuxedo jacket. He explained that he had only been given the right to wear a turquoise jacket on account of the fact that the previous head bell man was white and wore a black and gold jacket. ‘When Mr Pringle offered me the job, I told him I would not look right in black and gold. I have the wrong complexion. So I made wearing turquoise a condition of taking the role’.

So loved, and loyal has Kingsley been over the last few decades that Ralph Lauren’s daughter partly brought up on Round Hill – has named his son after Kingsley, awarded the highest staff accolade in the Caribbean ‘Concierge of the Year’ at the Caribbean travel awards.

I like to joke to Forstmayr that he not only knows everybody worth knowing in tout Global Citizen society but is the sort of person who has copies of the Almanach de Gotha and Debretts on either side of his bed. And the latest Tatler in his loo.

My favourite example of continuity relates to long standing Spears financial columnist Guy Monson, chief investment officer at Sarasin & Partners. The only reason that John Pringle whose mother owned a small but chic hotel in Jamaica and was a social figure around Montego Bay in the 1940s and 1950s was able to start Round Hill was thanks to his persuading Guys grandfather Lord Monson who owned 500 acres around Round Hill – to part with around 90 scrubby acres (formerly a sugar plantation) and a small beach.

Monson owned much of the peninsula and was happy to oblige, with 29 acres being set aside for the new private members resort. How fitting that his grandson Guy, along with his wife Lady Rose, even today own one of the largest plots on Round Hill. But in true British upper class low-key style, its only a relatively modest two bedroom cottage, albeit done up beautifully in a contemporary style with modern art – to reflect the owners taste. Its one of my favourite cottages says Kingsley Very understated. Continuity is all at Round Hill where the Monson name is still revered around Montego bay as much as real royalty.

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Round Hill: a Jamaican dream hub revisited – Spear’s WMS


You might already know the song of the summer. Despacito, by Luis Fonsi and Daddy Yankee, had by its 11th week it has sold 118,000 digital copiesbreaking U.S. records for a song mostly in Spanish. But that wasn’t the only unlikely trend in 2017, which might be the weirdest year on record. To see what’s hot this season, we crunched the numbers in a few categories to bring you not just the song of the summer but the drink, outfit, and gadget as well.

Swimsuit The one-piece

The classic Pamela Anderson Baywatch look is back. In May, Polyvore saw a 282% year-over-year increase in searches for one-piece swimsuits, according to USA Today, which called it “summer’s must-have trend.” That doesn’t mean there’s not room for innovation, though. Stores and runways have seen innovations on the style (think cut outs and scooped backs) too.

Clothing: RompHim

And you thought 2016 was weird. Say hello to RompHimthe original male romper, which raked in $250,000 in pre-sales after 4 days on Kickstarter in early May. What makes it unique is the front zipper fly, which that makes it easier for men to use the restroom and more convenient for men to wear rompers than it is for women. Website Getonfleek also sells “brompers” (get it? Bro-Romper?), bedecked with images like this giraffe riding a shark. Romp on.

Song: Despacito

As the most streamed song in history, Luis Fonsi and Daddy Yankees Despacito, featuring Justin Bieber has been on the Billboard Hot 100 charts no. 1 spot for an 11th consecutive week. The song has sold 118,000 downloads in digital song sales, according to Nielson music. The remix with Bieber accounts for 77% of the songs sales. But let’s not overlook the original version (sans Beiber, and in all Spanish) which racked up an incredible 2.6 billion streams on Youtube.

Toy: Fidget Spinner

The three-bladed toy that spins is intended to help with ADHD. According to Slice Intelligence, fidget spinners accounted for 17% of daily online toy sales estimated late May and still dominated Amazons bestseller toy list as of early Juneeven if it lost a bit of its momentum.

Movie: Wonder Woman

Wonder Woman beat out Guardians of the Galaxy 2 to become highest grossing film of the summer. Wonder Woman also topped Batman vs. Superman in second-weekend sales, and became the biggest live-action film directed by a woman to boot. It raked in over $390 million in ticket sales, and passed Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2 to become Warner Bros third biggest release of all time. The film made $103 million opening weekend.

Drink: Canned Wine

Summer is the time to spend outdoors at the pool, beach, and baseball games and more people are choosing to ditch the can of beer for a refreshing can of chilled wine, according to Doug Bell, Senior Global Coordinator of Beverage at Whole Foods. Some brands, like Presto, have gone as far as combining two trends, rose and canned wine, Bell said. Theres no corkscrew or glass needed, and the Sofia mini even comes with a straw. Wine in a can is targeted at all shoppers because of its versatility, Bell added. Union Wine Cos released it’s canned wine, Underwood, in 2014 will make half of their 350,000-case production in just cans this year, according to Food&Wines Ray Isle.

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The 6 Top Trends of Summer 2017 – Fortune


2917 RC court July 3 – July 8

DAVID STUART DUNCAN, 47, of Woburn Close, Caversham, guilty of failing to provide a specimen of urine on February 20, 2017 at Loddon Valley Custody Suite. He was committed to prison for 12 weeks, suspended for 12 months. Reason because he failed to give a sample and had an accident. A rehabilitation order was made, he must attend appointments with a responsible officer and carry out 160 hours unpaid work. He was ordered to pay victim services 115, pay 620 costs and disqualified from driving for 30 months. He was also guily of possessing Zopiclone a class C drug.

JAMIE JOHN BELSHAW, 41, of Salvation Army Hostel, Reading, admitted stealing money to the value of 15 to 20 belonging to Reading Museum on June 7, 2016. He was committed to prison for eight weeks, suspended for 12 months, ordered to pay compensation of 10 and 300 costs.

DARREN THOMAS LAYNE, 44, of Stanshaw, Reading, admitted stealing money to the value of 15 to 20 belonging to Reading Museum on June 7, 2016. He was committed to prison for six weeks, suspended for 12 months, ordered to pay compensation of 10 and 200 costs.

CHANEL SPRINGER, 33, of Coronation Square, Reading, admitted travelling on a Great Western Railway train without paying the 14 fare on August 27, 2016. A 14 compensation order was made.

AFTAB QAYUM, 38, of London Road, Reading, admitted burglary by entering The Thirsty Bear pub on Kings Road, Reading on July 1, 2017 and stole two bottles of whisky worth 85. A rehabilitation order was made, he must attend appointments with a responsible officer. He was ordered to pay 85 compensation and pay victim services 85. He admitted stealing a mobile phone and half a packet of cigarettes worth 84 from a motor vehicle on June 28, 2017 and was ordered to pay 84 compensation.

REBEKAH ROSE MARY GILLESPIE, 23, of Skipper Gardens, Reading, admitted stealing meat and wine products worth 50 from the Co-op, on Broadway, Thatcham on November 9, 2016. She admitted stealing alcohol worth 42.50 from Waitrose in Thatcham on November 16, 2016. She admitted stealing two packs of meat worth 18 from the Co-op, on Broadway, Thatcham, on March 29, 2017. For these offences she was committed to prison for 14 weeks and ordered to pay victim services 115.

MARTIN JOHN GIBBONS, 32, of Vincent Road, Thatcham, admitted being in possession of cannabis, a class B drug on March 15, 2017. He was fined 30, pay victim services, 30 and 85 costs.

ABDUL AHAD, 60, of Pell Street, Reading, guilty of wilfully obstructing a Police Constable in the execution of their duty on March 23, 2017. He was fined 110, pay victim services 30 and 620 costs.

MATTHEW DAVID BULLION, 32, of Caversham, admitted being drunk and disorderly on Station Road, Reading, on June 18, 2017 and was fined 120. He admitted criminal damage to a perspex van cage belonging to Thames Valley Police at Beech Lane, Lower Earley on June 18, 2017. He was fined 120 and ordered to pay 250 compensation.

JAMES FRANCIS ANTHONY LAWRENCE, 43, admitted driving an Iveco van on November 8, 2015 with a faulty braking system, steering, wheels and tyres, suspension, vehicle structure and rear lighting system that its use involved a danger or injury to any person. He was fined 100. and disqualified from driving for six months.

He was proved to be using a hand held mobile phone while driving on Watlington Street, Reading, on June 14, 2016. He was fined 100, pay victim services 30 and costs of 900. He is disqualified from driving for six months. He was proved to using a hand held mobile phone on Church Street, Caversham, on January 24, 2017 and was fined 100.

JAHVON JELANI EDWARDS, 25, of Pangbourne Street, Reading, admitted drug driving a Seat Ibiza on Whitley Wood Road, on May 19, 2017. He was fined 440, pay victim services 44 and 85 costs. He is disqualified from driving for 12 months.

DONNA RENNIE, 34, of Oddfellows Road, Newbury, admitted being in possession of heroin, a class A drug In Newbury on May 11, 2017. On the same day she also admitted being in possession of crack cocaine, a class A drug. For these offences she was discharged conditionally for 12 months, pay victim services 20 and 40 costs.

HANNAH KATE HOWARD, 35, of Crane Wharf, Reading, admitted stealing alcohol worth 152 from Asda on April 27, 2017. She was ordered to pay victim services 30 and 85 costs. She was also fined 30 for failing to surrender to custody at Berkshire Magistrates’ Court having been released on bail in criminal proceedings on May 11, 2017.

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IN THE DOCK: See who has been before the court this week – Reading Chronicle


The Ibiza council, along with their neighboring Balearic Islands, will soon be granted the right to impose new restrictions on open-air venues by the regional PSOE party.

According to local publication Diario De Ibiza, once joint criteria have been decided upon, the municipalities will have the power to regulate, determine or prohibit, in a reasonable manner, tourist activities” related to entertainment. The ruling applies to any where hosting musical events, including clubs, caf conciertos, beach clubs and ballrooms.

“It was very clear that the tourism law needed to be modified,” said Vicent Torres, director of tourism for Ibiza council. “Such a previously liberal law offered the opportunity for activities that are incompatible with the day-to-day life of an island that wants a sustainable kind of tourism.” He added that every day “the shouts of the people get louder against a situation that distorts relaxing tourist zones.”

Additionally, the individual Balearic councils will have the right to impose greater restrictions on new establishments than imposed by the broader board.

These new restrictions are not to be retroactive. Thus, current establishments should be exempt from any new restrictions.

This is certainly not the first time local authorities have sought to control dance music through regulations. Berlin authorities started restricting open-air parties in September of 2016, and elrow had to cancel their 2017 Friends & Family weekend due to local council pressure.

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Ibiza council to be granted power to restrict open-air music venues – DJ Mag


Ibiza Swingers Guide – Ibiza Beaches

Nude beaches, parks & resorts are great destinations for swingers to relax & shed their clothes. They are not places to try to have sex in public! Public Displays of Affection (PDAs) are discouraged or prohibited at vittually all of the places listed below. If you looking for places where you are welcome to have public sex with other consenting adults visit SDC.

Ibiza beach and beach party culture Ibiza extradinaire. Expect this of course in Ibiza, but also move to the North of Ibiza for hidden Ibiza beaches often all to yourself. It’s easy to hop in the hire car and find these hidden cove beaches, especially around Portinatx to the North. Ibiza beaches come in all varieties, from nudist beaches, to watersports beaches, to Ibiza club beaches, Ibiza hidden coves and unspoilt beaches, or how about Ibiza’s longest beach Playa d’en Bossa/Platja d’en Bossa to the southeast of Ibiza.

Modern day Ibiza hippies usually frequent Benirras beach in the north of Ibiza, and Salines Beach in south Ibiza, just past the Ses Salines saltpans is also particularly popular as there’s lots of great bars here. Like idyllic sunsets? Then head for the west coast and try Cala Salada beach located just north of San Antonio, and very popular. Alternatively, check out Cala Tarida, a sublimely beautiful beach near Sant Josep. If you’re looking for an Ibiza beach pretty much all to yourself, try Cala Conta or Cala d’Hort beach which offers magnificent sunsets and spectacular views over to Es Vedra rock. Nudist beaches Ibiza style are dotted about the island. Check out Es Cavellet, a popular nudist beach with gay visitors to Ibiza. Figueretes further up the east coast of Ibiza is also a popular nudist beach, again especially with gay visitors to Ibiza.

Ses Figueretes a set of different coves and small beaches, which are joined by small rocky areas. nearest the city centre and can be reached by public transport, on foot or by bicycle. 450 metres long and up to 25 metres wide, which makes it ideal for low-risk sunbathing and swimming, as the beach is sheltered from strong winds. On one side of this beach is the Ses Pitises walkway, a pedestrian area lined with hotels and other complementary services. The seabed is shallow and sandy in some of these beaches and rocky in others.

Platja d’en Bossa, another popular Eivissa beach is about 700 metres of the 2,700 metre-long Platja d’en Bossa, that’s 700 metres of it sitting in the Eivissa City borders, urr I think. A good sunbathing and swimming spot, with easy access from Ibiza Town and plenty of services like bars, restaurants and shops nearby. Good news if you’ve young kids in tow! There’s quite a few watersports on offer as well, with the usual water rides, pedalos and so forth. Platja d’en Bossa is a reasonable width as well at about 20 to 25 metres, so a bit of room to spread out, and it’s good for inexperienced swimmers, or young children as the seabed is sandy and waters are relatively shallow at one metre depth, 50 metres from the shoreline. It’s on the east side of Ibiza Town this beach so it gets a bit of wind, which is probably welcome in the mid-day heat! Watch the currents though from the south, which come in conjunction with those winds.

Talamanca, situated logically in Talamanca bay is a nice shallow and sheltered beach, great for families, with nice natural sand sand stretching for about 900 metres. The beach is pretty wide at 25 to 30 metres, so space to spread out. Sea waters are again nice and shallow waters, and you’re right next to Ibiza Town city centre so close to all amenities, and within easy access to accommodation bases so you can walk or cycle to Talamanca, or hop on public transport. It’s a nice sheltered spot for swimming and sunbathing, or sailing and other watersports. The Talamanca Boat is a nice way to arrive at this beach from Eivissa City Port.

There are two main superb gay beaches on Ibiza, with a scattering of other popular beaches around the island. Really the whole of the south of the island has a bustling gay culture ingrained in the clubbing and tourist scene so no problemos with the closed minded on this little beauty of a Med Island. Cruising rules pretty much across the south so get ya glad rags on. Also, there’s no shortage of Nude beaches and sunbathing spots, with plenty of private rocky coves if your bits are for the chosen few alone. Playa des Cavallet, just south of the airport in Ibiza has to be the most popular gay beach on the island, but Ibiza is an island of miles of unspoilt coastline and you choose your spot according to taste. If you’re looking for seclusion you’ll find it on Ibiza’s coast! Watch the occasional jellyfish, and keep the sun lotion flowing to avoid the lobster factor – check out the superb Ibiza Gay website (link to the right) before you go. Essential info on all things Gay Ibiza, and a non-profit making website with an edge that kicks!

Es Cavallet, as mentioned is certainly the best gay beach on Ibiza, and potentially one of the best in Europe. Find it at the very end of Playa des Cavallet, on the southernmost tip of Ibiza with great views out to sea. The quality of this sandy beach is superb, with clean waters and sand, and it’s a no kids stretch with a gay beach coffee bar sending out it chilled music vibes throughout the day. Highly recommended by the Gay Ibiza site (link to the right). Sea waters here are shallow so great for novice swimmers, and there’s plenty of rocky coves for snorkling and for the more experienced swimmer.

Rather popular is Chiringay, the beach bar and restaurant on Es Cavellet beach with Rainbow flag atop. Lots of variety of dishes here, and there’s a juice bar. It’s real popular though so in peak season expect to wait a little for your order! The car parks heave as well in peak season so it’s advisable to get there early if you’re in the car, or why not take the bus if you’re based in Ibiza Town. Bus trips are only just over one euro, and there’s no need to worry about the odd tipple then! Check the bus timetable web link to the right!

The beach is directly south of the Airport, just the other side of the salt flats, and the ‘pine forest’. Look at any map, pick the furthest point and head there. There are car parks at the northern (straight) end of Es Cavallet beach, and a much larger one to the south west, near the Las Salinas bus stop. Whichever you choose, expect a twenty-minute walk to the gay beach, the most tranquil being through the pine groves from the larger car park. From the Es Cavallet car park – the first road left as you head towards the end of the salt flats (it is signposted), park: Follow the coast (with the sea to the left) until you get to the rainbow flag flying above Chiringay. From the Las Salinas car park (at the end of the salt flats, where the bus stops and turns around), head to the southernmost corner of the car park (usually the furthest point from where you’ve parked, unless you get there early), and follow the dirt road, which winds its’ way down to the gay beach. You will eventually spot the rainbow flag, as you get closer.

If you fancy a beach definitely much more of the old beaten track than Es Cavallet then check out The Little Beach at Figueretes, but be prepared to work to get there! It can get crowded as well, as it’s a popular beach with the late risers aka club staff. This pebble beach cove is situated midway between Ibiza Town and Figueretes, just beneath Puig des Molins. Check out the Gay Ibiza site for full and comprehensive directions, but basically from Figueretes, you head uphill towards Ibiza Town along Calle Ramon Muntaner, which takes you past past the Panoramic apartments, and leads you on past a car park, evolving into a dirt track. Pass the phone box, then turn right down Calle Cirer y Vela, which takes you to the Rosello Apartments.

Urr, it now starts to get a little tricky so if you’ve any mobility issues or don’t like a bit of scrambling turn back now! Take Cirer y Vela, essentially a long, terraced staircase, down until you reach a little turning off to the right, pass through two posts. The steps now get pretty precarious, so watch it. Take them to the bottom, and then follow the coastline whilst at the same time, eek, scrambling over rocks and this eventually takes you to a pebble beach where nude beach sunbathing is standard. There are no facilities down here, and in peak season it can get pretty crowded as it’s not a big space.

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Ibiza Nude Beaches for Swingers – Swinger Travel


The 2017 Ibiza season is now halfway done, and once again one of the main talking points is the big time legend, Carl Cox. He left behind his world famous residency at Space Ibiza last year and people worried he might never return. But thankfully, a crack team of promoters called Game Over coaxed him back again this year and announced he would play two special parties.

Going under the name of Pure Carl Cox, they were planned for July at the biggest club in the world, Privilege. The theme was back to basics and a return to to old school rave values with a real focus on the music. The atmosphere in the club was serious, with smoke machines and strobes that took us back to Coxys earliest days playing illegal raves, and less of the usual fanciness that has become the norm in Ibiza in recent years.

Franky, the club has never been more exciting and atmospheric than it was for these two nights. Thousands of people thronged in from all over the world and the big man served up high octane sounds from the worlds of house, techno and electro and bounced about endlessly when he did so.

Both events had Carl joined by a serious selection of names from across the dance world like Nicole Moudaber, Eats Everything, Joseph Capriati, tINI, Archie Hamilton and plenty more. The intensity in the club was something else, with people yelping and climbing on each others shoulders to really show their appreciation for the big man as all shades and colours of techno were explored in technically excellent and musically thrilling ways.

The bonus news was that the same team of promoters, Game Over, also brought their much loved afterparty series back to the island this year. They will host six dates throughout the season and one of them was just recently after the second Carl Cox event.

It took place up in the hills amongst scorched earth and classic Ibiza pine trees at Benimussa Park, famous for hosting the Zoo Project and for being an old animal zoo. With seal pits and fairground rides, cocktail offerings, lots of different areas to explore and great jungle production dangling from the stages, it made for a wicked play ground for the musically mischievous.

Coxy himself played a big set and also went back to back with New Yorkers The Martinez Brothers for a while. The energetic pair were matched by Coxy and lots of heat was dropped from the likes of Chicago legend Cajmere as well as newer Dutch artists like Alden Tyrell. It made for a great way to carry on the fun and marks Game Over out as one of the rare open air parties that still plays out in Ibiza. As such, Carl Cox has truly stamped his authority on the island and is very much King of Ibiza.

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Ibiza Report: Pure Carl Cox – Deep House Amsterdam (press release) (blog)