LONDON, May 30 (Reuters) – Britain’s government is planning to launch a big stimulus package before the summer with a focus on creating jobs and infrastructure projects to help drag the economy out of the coronavirus crisis, the Financial Times reported.
Finance minister Rishi Sunak declined on Friday to say whether he would bring forward his next budget statement, due in the autumn, to spell out how he will tackle Britain’s surging debt.
But Prime Minister Boris Johnson’s government was elected in December after promising to upgrade the country’s creaking infrastructure and the FT said this would form a central part of its recovery programme, along with the retraining of workers.
“We are trying to identify shovel-ready projects — we want to get a move on with this,” it quoted one minister as saying.
Sunak said on Friday that employers hammered by the coronavirus shutdown would have to gradually start contributing to the government’s hugely expensive wage subsidy scheme, but only from August.
The government has been paying since March 80% of the wages of workers who are temporarily laid off, and who now total 8.4 million, to limit a surge in unemployment.
While that has been warmly welcomed by unions and business groups there are still fears that many jobs will go in sectors which will struggle to reopen, such as hospitality, retail and aviation.
(Reporting by Kate Holton; Editing by Kirsten Donovan)
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Ensuring you’ll never leave home without sunscreen again, Supergoop! teamed up with MZ Wallace to create a summer SPF essentials kit with all of your safe sun skin-care must-haves. The summer essentials kit debuted on May 19, and features an adorable blue quilted bag packed with Supergoop! products.
Available for $95, the cosmetics company collaborated with MZ Wallace, a New York-based handbag company, on a mini collection of items needed for your daily summer beauty routine. Inside the bag, which features a colorful blue and yellow interior, are three of Supergoop!’s most popular products, including its SPF 40 Unseen Sunscreen, Play Everyday lotion featuring broad spectrum SPF 50 sunscreen, and the PLAY lip balm that protects the lips from sun and provides hydration.
As Supergoop! explained on its Instagram, the size of the limited-edition offering was created to be travel-friendly. And with items for your lip, face, and body, everything needed for a day of proper summer skin care is included. Inside, the bag also features a mesh pocket, which keeps all of your product in place and ready for a quick post-swim touchup.
In addition to the release of a new kit, Supergoop! announced the return of its Instagram-friendly t-shirt. Available just in time for the last few weeks of Skin Cancer Awareness Month, the Wear Sunscreen tee can be purchased through the brand’s website. The blue tee features the phrase “Wear Sunscreen” emblazoned across the front.
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Such exotic species were sourced from nurseries throughout the city and online — from places such as Pan-Global Plants, a mail-order business in Gloucestershire, England — by the Parisian gardener Arnaud Casaus, who in recent years has challenged the conventions of French formal gardens, with their symmetrical boxwood hedges, polite rows of pastel tulips and spherical topiaries. The 45-year-old Casaus has reanimated several terraces, balconies, patios and other small-scale plots throughout Paris with his wild and naturalistic style, which is informed as much by his eye for rare international plants as by his own sense of chaos and spontaneity. “It’s like cooking,” he told me earlier this year, as we toured several of his private residential projects. “You have a recipe in your hand, then you go to the market and find something that you never thought about before. So maybe you still have the same recipe, but you change it a little bit — for me, gardening is like that.” Much in the way that contemporary chefs focus on mixing international influences, supporting small-batch growers, heralding hyper-seasonality and colliding several historical and regional references at once, Casaus is among a group of landscape architects — including Daniel Nolan in San Francisco, Gianmatteo Malchiodi in Parma, Italy, and Rick Eckersley in Melbourne, Australia — who are redefining their craft largely by ignoring its traditions, choosing instead to create bountiful juxtapositions in unexpected settings. His work dovetails with a larger green movement underway in Paris, where, since 2014, the city has been installing dozens of tiny, idiosyncratic public gardens; in 2015, Mayor Anne Hidalgo announced an initiative, permis de végétaliser (“license to vegetate”), that provides permits and tools to help residents (or their landscapers) develop their own urban plots, with a goal of adding 247 acres of vertical and roof gardens throughout Paris by next year. For Casaus, this often involves stacking visually distinct levels of, say, prickly cactuses and wispy flowering bushes, or branchy ornamental trees and soft grasses, against a balustrade or facade. He prefers to work in tight quarters not only because those are what tend to be available in the city but also because it allows him to distill and compound his contrast-driven vision.
In “One Good Meal,” we ask cooking-inclined creative people to share the story behind a favorite dish they actually make and eat at home on a regular basis — and not just when they’re trying to impress.
While the jewelry designer Anna Sheffield was growing up in Albuquerque, N.M., in the 1980s, dinner was always a sensitive time, in part because she considered hunting and fishing to be murder. Even her home state’s signature delicacy, green chile stew, typically came filled with beef or pork. After she went vegetarian at 16, she endured a pre-internet era when interesting, meat-free recipes were harder to find. “Your standard dragon bowl is such a classic vegetarian macrobiotic meal,” Sheffield, 45, says of the dish, which combines vegetables, protein and sauce. “Once you’ve eaten it for 20 years, you’re a little bored with the basic brown-rice version.” Recently, she has transformed the co-op staple into a more beautiful, varied dish inspired by the juxtapositions of her jewelry.
Cycling isn’t just “having a moment”. The increase in people taking to two wheels looks to be the beginning of the future of inner-city travel. Venture down any otherwise deserted high street and there’s likely as big a queue for your local bike shop as there is the supermarket. And yet, though it is being deemed a much safer means of transport than trains and busses, cycling is a pursuit that does not come without its own set of safety risks, which is why a quality cycling helmet for men should be your first priority after investing in a new set of wheels.
Just as a filet mignon is best enjoyed with a few sides (might we suggest the thin-cut chips and sautéed green beans) a bicycle is a purchase that will require a couple of additional items before you take a seat. Along with a bike lock, lights and a good pair of shorts, a cycling helmet is very much essential, and could well be the difference between life and death should you find yourself in a road accident (knock on reinforced polycarbonate plastic). And, with the exception that it will most likely mess up your hairstyling, the latest wave of cycling helmets are just as stylish as they are protective. Before you buy, here are a few things to consider.
What do I need to know about cycling helmet sizing?
The primary function of this particular accessory is protecting your head from a nasty knock, and so a helmet that fits correctly is imperative. That sounds easier said than done when shopping online, but with the vast majority of helmets being adjustable within a given circumference range, you’ll just need to grab a tape measure and circle it around your head’s widest point. Generally speaking, size small will accommodate under 56cm and large over 58cm, but each brand is different (and will have its own size guide).
What extras will I get when I spend more on a cycling helmet?
The difference between a wallet-friendly bike helmet and those at the higher end of the market (between £200 and £300) may not seem like much on the glossy shell of it, but there’s good reason why the elite peloton pay the premium. Though helmets at any price point should be road-tested and approved at an official safety standard baseline, pricier helmets tend to be made from hardier (yet lightweight and thus more comfortable) stuff. That said, the biggest difference in price comes from a cycling helmet’s ventilation. The more inexpensive models tend to use a larger block of foam and incorporate fewer holes, which isn’t ideal for a summer commute.
Is it against the law not to wear a cycling helmet?
Though there’s no law which requires a cyclist to wear a helmet, UK road accident figures are a compelling enough cause to invest. Data from the largest cycling and helmets review to date (2016) found that cycling helmets reduce the risk of serious head injuries by nearly 70 per cent, and fatal ones by 65 per cent. Seems to us like reason enough to apply your pomade when you reach your destination, rather than fret about helmet hair.
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A cordoned-off part of the sidewalk at the back of New York City police headquarters, at One Police Plaza, smelled like a long-ago college party: cigarette smoke and cheap cologne. After a while, I realized that the second odor was hand sanitizer. There were several large bottles of it, along with snacks and drinks and cigarette packs, laid out in a pile in the middle of the sidewalk for the people who were getting released from jail and for those who were waiting for them: jail support. At three in the morning, when I got there, there were about thirty supporters, most of them in their late teens or early twenties. Half were wearing vintage nineties-style high-rise jeans, and half were swaddled in timeless, shapeless black. This could have been thirty years ago—indeed, thirty years ago, I spent some hours in a cell inside. Now my eighteen-year-old daughter, Yolka, and more than fifty other young people who were arrested at a protest on Thursday were inside.
The protest was quickly coördinated on an anarchist thread on the secure messaging app Signal, in response to the murder of George Floyd and protests in Minneapolis. People gathered in Union Square and marched down to Foley Square, one of the activists, Elsa Eli Waithe, told me. They were thinking of crossing the Brooklyn Bridge, but it was blocked off by the police, so the protest disbursed and many people came here, to One Police Plaza.
Arrests had begun right away, Waithe told me. “They weren’t waiting for anything,” she said, referring to the police. “They were aggressive from the very beginning.” Waithe has been protesting in New York since moving here from Virginia, eight years ago, she said. She was arrested in 2014 in an action protesting the murders of Michael Brown and Eric Garner; in 2016, for protesting the murder of Philando Castile, and again the day after Donald Trump was elected President; and twice this year, during marches against the increased police presence on the subway to fight fare-beating. In all of these arrests, she said, she had not seen police act as aggressively as they did on Thursday night.
As the night wore on, the crowd kept a formal and informal tally of injuries: a teen-ager who had been clubbed on one arm, which was now limp and swollen (I did not see this person, but he was described to me by several people separately); several young people with lacerations on their heads; a young man, who emerged wearing a tank top and shorts, with bruises and bleeding all over his body; people whose clothes were ripped during the arrest. By the time people came out of One Police Plaza, though, one or two at a time, carrying manila envelopes with their summonses—most of them for disorderly conduct—shuffling in their laceless Converse high-tops and attempting to put on a belt as they walked, they talked more about the crowded conditions inside and the excruciating slowness of the process than about the way they were treated when they were arrested.
A few minutes after three in the morning, birds started singing. “It’s the witching hour,” someone said. Seven wispy young people with curly hair in various shades sat in a circle on the sidewalk, playing a game of exquisite corpse. There were still at least two dozen people inside. Arrests had begun around five in the afternoon and ended before eight.
At four, Waithe screamed while looking at her phone and choked as she tried to get the words out. One of the other people finally read out a tweet by Donald Trump that said, “when the looting starts, the shooting starts.”
“He has just declared war,” Waithe said.
At half past four, a young man of color was driven out of the precinct in a police vehicle, probably for arraignment. This was the second time that night. “Say your name!” the jail-support crowd shouted. The young man tried to scream from the car, but it was impossible to make out his name.
At four-forty-five, a woman wearing black scrubs came out. Several of the people who were released earlier had mentioned that one of the detained women was a nurse and that she was questioning the police about their failure to maintain social distancing or wear masks. The woman, Tennille Newbold, was actually a nursing assistant studying to be a nurse. She told me that, while the women were housed two to a cell, all the men who were detained at the protest—between thirty and forty people—were held in one large room, which became crowded. “Every time you said something to a cop about not wearing a mask, they laughed,” she said. “The officer doing fingerprinting was not wearing gloves, and I had to ask for hand sanitizer for myself. The officer didn’t care.” She excused herself: she had to be at work in two hours.
I asked Waithe how the protesters had handled social distancing. “We didn’t,” she said. “I have it in my head that this is the risk you take. We definitely believe in science. Everyone here has a mask on them or nearby.” This was an accurate description: everyone in the jail-support crowd was wearing a mask, but many of these masks were lowered—for smoking, drinking, talking, and comfort. “But these things require being close,” Waithe said, of the march. “And we realize there is that risk.” Waithe, who is thirty-two, works as a standup comedian and an instructor of everything from chess and coding for kids to comedy for teen-agers. She lost all her gigs when the pandemic hit, and now works delivering meal boxes to the elderly. “I might feel differently if I’d been in my house this whole time,” she said. Still, the choice she and some of the other protesters made was to be in close proximity to others while wearing masks outside—not to be in a crowded indoor space with dozens of police officers who were flouting the city’s social-distancing orders and laughing about it.
At five, when the subway opened, Waithe left. Most of the others followed. It was light. There were still at least a dozen people inside.
A few minutes before six, a young woman emerged, wheeling a blue bike. “Are you guys jail support?” she shouted as she approached what remained of the group. “This was the first time I got arrested. It sucked balls. It sucked major balls.”
I was getting worried. For the last hour or so, every woman who emerged from the building said that only a couple of people remained on the female side. Yolka still hadn’t come out. Still, I wasn’t as worried as I’d been earlier in the evening, during the five hours between the time she last read a text message from me and the time she called to tell me where she was. Around one in the morning, I had called 311, and the operator told me that she was not in the system as having been arrested. He told me to try calling two of the precincts near Union Square. I couldn’t get through. Finally, an activist friend told me that the detainees were probably at One Police Plaza—and then my daughter called.