Clare Foges

3 weeks ago | dailymail.co.uk | Clare Foges

What do you expect teenagers to be learning in sex education lessons in school? How to put a condom on a banana? Or how to consent to having your windpipe squeezed by someone much stronger than you, their fingers in a tightening ring around your neck, to the point where you are unable to resist, or start blacking out, or die?

Jan 9, 2025 | lbc.co.uk | Clare Foges

Stupidity or spite? What is the explanation for Labour’s attack on the Academy system? Stupidity or spite?  What is the explanation for Labour’s attack on the Academy system? Picture: Alamy By Clare Foges The spectacularly misnamed Children’s Wellbeing Bill currently being debated in parliament includes a huge U-turn on the education reforms brought in by the Tories 15 years ago.

Dec 4, 2024 | dailymail.co.uk | Clare Foges

Twas the night before Christmas Eve, 1990. My mother sounded surprised as she took the call. 'Tomorrow? Yes, we'll be there...' It was a phone call that would change our lives. Back then, Mum was a foster carer, taking in children who had been removed from their families either temporarily or permanently. Day or night, a call could come through from social services. My heroic mum – a single parent – would take in two or three extra kids on top of her own four offspring.

Nov 27, 2024 | dailymail.co.uk | Clare Foges

As marketing approaches go, it’s not the most subtle. Over a close-up picture of a bottom clad in thong and fishnet tights runs the invitation, ‘Buy a piece of my a**e’. Who does the mystery bottom belong to? Katie Price? No, Kate Nash, the respected British singer-songwriter, who has made the surprising decision to start an OnlyFans account in order to fund her latest tour.

Sep 11, 2024 | dailymail.co.uk | Clare Foges

It was without doubt the worst half an hour of my life. My husband and I had taken our three young children (then four, three and one) for a pre-Easter break in a large resort on the south coast of Portugal. One afternoon at the end of the holiday we were scattered around the apartment – my husband on the balcony clearing up after lunch, me in a bedroom putting the youngest down for a nap, the other children in the lounge, playing with their toys. Suddenly, I heard my husband shout our son's name.