“I’m a Celebrity… Get Me Out of Here!” – Anna Kennedy Faces Her Fears in Essex
Words: Steven Smith
It could easily have been mistaken for a scene straight out of I’m a Celebrity… Get Me Out of Here! as screams, laughter, and nervous anticipation filled the air in Essex yesterday. But this was no television stunt. This was something far more meaningful — a deeply personal challenge undertaken by the remarkable Anna Kennedy OBE, a woman known for her relentless determination, boundless compassion, and tireless advocacy for the autism community.
Thank-you my friend Nicky Rodrigues I am so proud of you .
This time, however, Anna was stepping far outside her comfort zone — not into a boardroom, a stage, or a campaign, but into a world of exotic creatures that have long sparked fear rather than fascination.
The challenge was set by long-time friend Nicky Rodrigues and her son Harry, who now both work at Living Things UK, an organisation renowned for its immersive and educational wildlife encounters.
A World of Wildlife — With a Purpose
Living Things UK is not your typical animal experience. Behind the scenes is a dedicated team of skilled animal handlers, welfare specialists, educators, and passionate wildlife advocates. Their mission is simple yet powerful: to bring people closer to nature in a way that is safe, educational, and deeply engaging.
Their enclosures are carefully designed to replicate natural habitats, ensuring each animal thrives in an environment suited to its needs. Over the past decade, they have built an impressive reputation, delivering unforgettable experiences across schools, SEN groups, hospitals, care homes, festivals, and corporate settings.
Ordinarily closed to the general public, Living Things made a special exception for this visit in support of autism awareness, aligning perfectly with the work of Anna Kennedy Online.
A Friendship Rooted in Advocacy
Nicky Rodrigues’ connection to Anna dates back to 2014, when she volunteered with Anna Kennedy Online as a Charity Champion covering Essex.
“I met so many incredible people during my time there,” Nicky recalls. “It was an experience that stayed with me. When Harry and I began working with these amazing animals, I knew I wanted to share that world with Anna — and perhaps help her face a few fears along the way.”
And what a journey it turned out to be.
A not so scary bunny .
Enter the Animals… and the Fear
Of course, no such adventure would be complete without a witness — or, as Anna jokingly put it, “support” — from 2Shades Magazine’s Steven Smith, who joined as a patron of Anna Kennedy Online.
“I am terrified,” Anna admitted at the outset, laughing nervously. It’s a rare confession from a woman often described as having “the tenacity of a Rottweiler with a bone” when it comes to achieving her goals. Yet when it comes to insects, reptiles, and the more unusual corners of the animal kingdom, Anna is refreshingly human.
What followed was nothing short of extraordinary.
Harry, who led the experience, introduced Anna to an astonishing array of creatures. Among them were a Russian Horsfield tortoise, a leopard gecko, a bearded dragon, a frilled-neck lizard, and a striking blue iguana. The mammals proved equally captivating — a Madagascan lesser tenrec, a soft and gentle chinchilla, a playful sugar glider, and the ever-curious African meerkat.
Then came the creatures that would test Anna’s resolve to its limits: a cornsnake, a Chilean rose tarantula, an Asian forest scorpion, a giant African millipede, and the unmistakable Madagascan hissing cockroach.
And finally — a moment of calm, grace, and beauty — Juliet, the British barn owl, who would quickly become Anna’s favourite.
Harrys knowledge was impressive
Harry’s Moment to Shine
Perhaps the most moving aspect of the day was watching Harry in action. Once non-verbal as a young child, he now confidently handled and introduced each animal with knowledge, care, and quiet authority.
For Nicky, it was an emotional moment.
“To see Harry like this today — confident, engaged, and sharing his passion — is just beautiful,” she said. “Moments like this remind you how far people can come with the right support and opportunities.”
It was a powerful reflection of everything Anna Kennedy Online stands for: inclusion, empowerment, and the celebration of individual potential.
Facing Fear, Finding Joy
As for Anna, she rose to the challenge with surprising courage.
“Honestly, I’m not saying I didn’t have a flush or two,” she laughed. “The tarantula was definitely a worry! But I absolutely adored the owl. And Harry taught me so much about the animals — things I never knew before.”
What began as a fear-filled experience transformed into something joyful, educational, and even uplifting. Anna handled animals she never imagined she would go near, let alone hold.
It was, in many ways, a metaphor for her life’s work: facing the unknown, challenging perceptions, and embracing growth.
Me showing Anna how it is done ,
A Legacy of Dedication
Anna Kennedy’s achievements are nothing short of extraordinary. Awarded an OBE for her services to the autism community, she has dedicated her life to improving opportunities and understanding for autistic individuals.
She has founded and developed some of Europe’s largest autism-specific schools, while also raising her two sons, Patrick and Angelo, both of whom are autistic. Her work continues to inspire families, educators, and advocates across the UK and beyond.
Her visit to Living Things was not just a personal challenge — it was a continuation of that mission. By stepping into an unfamiliar world, she demonstrated the importance of openness, learning, and breaking down barriers.
More Than an Experience
The visit, timed just ahead of World Autism Acceptance Day, was a celebration of inclusion in its truest form.
Together, Anna and Steven explored a world that many might shy away from, proving that with the right support — and a little bravery — anything is possible.
For Living Things UK, the day was equally meaningful.
“Moments like these remind us why we do what we do,” the team shared. “Creating inclusive, unforgettable experiences that bring people and nature together is at the heart of everything we believe
A Favourite Feathered Friend
Among all the creatures encountered, one stood out above the rest — Juliet the barn owl.
Elegant, calm, and quietly majestic, she provided a moment of serenity amidst the excitement. For Anna, it was love at first sight.
And perhaps that’s the lasting image of the day: a woman who has spent her life fighting for others, standing still for a moment, holding something beautiful, and discovering that even fear can give way to wonder.
t was with palpable excitement that artist Alistair Blaster unveiled a deeply personal and touching tribute to Lisa Allen of the Pink Ribbon breast cancer charity—her very own “Blanky,” lovingly created in her image. The presentation took place at the Firepit Gallery by the O2, a vibrant creative hub that has become synonymous with championing grassroots art and meaningful causes. Surrounded by an enthusiastic and supportive crowd, the moment captured not only the spirit of artistic expression but also the profound sense of community that events like this inspire.
The evening was a celebration of both creativity and compassion, with attendees gathering to support the vital work of the Pink Ribbon charity. Alistair’s piece stood as a heartfelt acknowledgment of Lisa Allen’s tireless dedication and the impact she continues to make in raising awareness and supporting those affected by breast cancer. The “Blanky” itself—playful yet poignant—embodied warmth, comfort and resilience, echoing the very ethos of the charity it honoured.
Also on display was the striking work BustOut by artist Anne-marie Bickerton, whose bold and expressive style added another layer of depth to the evening’s artistic offering. Her work, known for its emotional intensity and fearless use of colour, complemented the tone of the event perfectly, reinforcing how art can be both visually captivating and socially powerful.
Alistair Blaster is rapidly emerging as a distinctive voice within the contemporary art scene. His unique creations—often character-driven and rich in narrative—have already attracted the attention of notable figures, including Vicki Michelle Allo Allo ” and Dr Anna Kennedy. OBE His work has also begun to cross into storytelling, inspiring children’s literature that carries the same warmth and imaginative spirit found in his visual pieces.
Speaking about the inspiration behind the “Blanky,” Alistair shared: “I am a huge supporter of Pink Ribbon, and I wanted to do something to celebrate not only the charity but Lisa Allen, who is truly inspirational in her work.” His words resonated with many in the room, underlining the importance of recognising the individuals behind charitable movements—those who quietly and consistently make a difference.
The event at Firepit Gallery was more than just an art showcase; it was a reminder of how creativity can be harnessed for good, bringing people together in support of causes that matter. With his growing reputation and heartfelt approach, Alistair Blaster is certainly an artist to watch.
Ciara Lawrence’s Pink Sparkle Podcast Celebrates Five Fabulous Years With Dr Anna Kennedy and special guests
Words: Steven Smith Pictures: Antony March
Everything was shimmering in shades of pink on Thursday evening as Ciara Lawrence took to the stage at Metropolis Epsom to celebrate the fifth anniversary of her much-loved Pink Sparkle Podcast. Dressed in a stunning pink outfit that perfectly captured the spirit of the night, Ciara embodied the warmth, glamour and resilience that have become synonymous with her brand.
The evening was more than a celebration—it was a heartfelt tribute to a journey built on courage, connection and community. Special guest Dr Anna Kennedy brought with her an inspiring lineup of performers from Autism’s Got Talent, including Ethan Stewart, Marie Gorton, , Richard Anthony ,George Pond and Callum Kirrage. Together, they helped create a vibrant, uplifting atmosphere for what was a live recording in front of an enthusiastic and deeply engaged audience.
Ethan Stewart
Anna Kennedy, clearly moved to be part of the milestone event, spoke warmly about Ciara’s journey. “Ciara, I knew the minute I met you that you were a winner, and that The Pink Sparkle Podcast was something truly special,” she said, her words met with heartfelt applause.
Marie Gorton
Ciara, ever the consummate professional, balanced emotion with humour throughout the evening. She laughed and joked with the crowd, sharing stories of past guests—including her admiration for TV personality Rob Rinder—and revealed her hope to one day welcome his friend Rylan Clark onto the show. Yet at the heart of the evening was something far more personal: her journey with Anna Kennedy.
Calum Kirrage
“Despite everything I faced, you saw me in a room, came over, and it changed my life,” Ciara said, visibly emotional at times, holding back tears as she reflected on how that moment shaped her path.
Behind the scenes, the dedicated team from Anna Kennedy Online ensured the evening ran seamlessly. Lisa Robins—often described as the woman who “oils the wheels” of the organisation—handled the sound and event logistics with her usual professionalism, while Tally Nothey captured special moments on film, including a heartfelt thank-you message to Stacey Moore for her support.
There was even a surprise appearance from yours truly, as I marked 13 years with a charity that has profoundly changed my life. I shared a few chosen words about what the journey has meant to me—though, as many will attest, stopping me talking is no easy feat.
Me with two amazing ladies Dr Anna Kennedy OBE and Ciara Lawrence
Richard Anthony also deserves special mention, not only for his ongoing charity work but for delivering a memorable performance on the night.
George Pond
Gratitude must also go to Metropolis Epsom for generously providing the venue, helping to make the evening possible.
Richard Antony walking In with Happiness charity and fund raiser performed,
Anna’s final word “Ciara, thank you for allowing me to be part of your journey. Your sparkle is not just pink—it’s powerful, inspiring, and here to stay. I’ll always be cheering you on.”
Film, theatre and literature have long served as powerful portals through which we explore subjects that are often difficult to confront in everyday life. Illness—particularly cancer—is one such subject that artists have returned to time and again, helping audiences process grief, fear and resilience through storytelling. From Terms of Endearment, where Shirley MacLaine and Debra Winger deliver unforgettable performances as a complicated mother and daughter navigating terminal illness, to Love Story with Ryan O’Neal, and the tear-stained shores of Beaches starring Bette Midler—these works remind us that love and loss are often inextricably intertwined.
This month sees a contemporary addition to that canon. Off Roading, written by Lucy Linger and sponsored by the Pink Ribbon Foundation, enjoyed test screening at the stylish cinema within The Sanctuary House Hotel. Billed as a romantic comedy-drama, the film explores modern relationships, dating, and the profound ripple effect that a cancer diagnosis—alongside issues of fertility—can have on both the individual and those closest to them.
At its heart, Off Roading is an engaging and refreshingly honest piece of writing. Linger’s script balances humour with poignancy, never allowing the subject matter to become overly sentimental, yet never shying away from its emotional weight. It is a delicate tightrope, and for the most part, she walks it with confidence and charm.
That said, from the outset, this feels less like a film destined for the blockbuster big screen and more like a piece that will thrive within the intimacy of film festivals, television, or indeed, a theatrical setting. One can easily imagine a stage adaptation—perhaps starring the likes of Keira Knightley alongside a strong male counterpart—where the dialogue and emotional exchanges could truly breathe. With a few structural tightenings, it has all the makings of a compelling, sell-out stage production. It comes as little surprise to learn that the work originated as a play; its DNA is unmistakably theatrical.
In many ways, Off Roading evokes the spirit of A Woman of No Importance, famously performed by Patricia Routledgeand written by Alan Bennett. Like Bennett’s work, Linger’s piece relies heavily on character-driven storytelling and the power of dialogue. While it may not yet possess the same razor-sharp precision or lyrical polish of Bennett’s writing, it nonetheless takes the audience on a journey that is by turns amusing, reflective and quietly devastating.
The performances—anchored by a two-hander dynamic—are a particular strength. The actors bring warmth, authenticity and nuance to their roles, ensuring that the emotional beats land with sincerity rather than melodrama. There is a natural chemistry that draws the viewer in, making the unfolding narrative feel both intimate and relatable.
What sets Off Roading apart, however, is its focus not only on the individual diagnosed with cancer but also on the emotional landscape of those around them. It examines how partners, friends and loved ones navigate their own fears, frustrations and helplessness, often sidelining their own needs in the process. This broader perspective gives the film an added layer of depth and relevance.
Ultimately, Off Roading is a thoughtful and well-crafted romantic comedy-drama that tackles complex themes with sensitivity and wit. It is a piece that will resonate deeply with audiences, though viewers should be aware that its exploration of breast cancer, risk and fertility may prove triggering for some.
A promising and heartfelt work—one that, with a little refinement, could travel far beyond its current path. It is no small feat for two actors to hold an audience’s attention for eighty minutes, yet for the most part, they carry it with assurance and skill.
I laughed out loud and, at moments, felt a tear or two. Lucy Linger is certainly one to watch.
Hello darlings, I’m back—with an interview with the divine darling of poetry, Joy Jewett, and some fabulous book reviews. Stand by for my own column, sweetie—it will be honest, a little wicked, and a full-on bitch fest that will have you laughing. Coming this April.
2Shades Magazine Exclusive Beauty, Brains and a Poet’s Soul — A Supermodel in Her Own Words
In a world obsessed with image, she offers something far more enduring: depth. Model, author, and keen observer of human nature, she sits down with David to discuss the passions that shaped her, the poetry that moves her, and the moments that make her laugh.
David: What was your childhood passion? Joy: My childhood passion was always reading. While others played with dolls, I found comfort and excitement in books. I could spend hours completely immersed in stories—it was my own little world.
David: How do you feel when you write? Joy: Writing, for me, is almost an out-of-body, spiritual experience. I am deeply drawn to human emotion—I observe people, listen to their stories, and then transform those feelings into poetry. It’s incredibly personal, yet universal at the same time.
David: Who are your favourite authors? Joy: In poetry, I greatly admire the Swedish poet Tomas Tranströmer and the incomparable Maya Angelou. When it comes to classic literature, I love Shelley, James Joyce, and, of course, the Brontë sisters. Their depth and timelessness continue to inspire me.
David: When did you last laugh? Joy: Just this morning. A friend from Sweden said to me, “Why don’t you have a man in your life? Are you just too cold-hearted?” My response was, “Why do you assume I have a heart?” We both laughed—it was one of those wonderfully sharp, unexpected moments.
David: What is your idea of a dream day out? Joy: A perfect day for me would be a long walk around historical sites with friends—places filled with ancient stories and atmosphere. We’d stop at a café for coffee or tea, imagining what life must have been like in those times. Then I’d return home inspired, writing poetry about the place, the people, and the echoes of history—ending the day with laughter and meaningful conversation with those I care about.
Liza Minnelli — Kids, Wait Till You Hear This! ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ (5/5)
Kids, Wait Till You Hear This! is a dazzling, deeply personal memoir that captures the essence of a woman who has lived her life centre stage—both triumphantly and turbulently. Co-written with Michael Feinstein, the book pulls back the velvet curtain on Minnelli’s extraordinary upbringing as the daughter of Judy Garland and Vincente Minnelli. From the very first pages, readers are immersed in a world of Hollywood legend and Broadway brilliance, but what sets this memoir apart is its unmistakable honesty—Liza is not interested in myth-making; she is here to tell the truth.
What makes the memoir particularly compelling is its unflinching exploration of her personal struggles. Minnelli speaks candidly about her battles with addiction, offering a nuanced and often moving account of the pressures that come with fame, legacy, and expectation. Yet, the narrative never lingers too long in darkness. Instead, it balances vulnerability with resilience, weaving in vivid recollections of her career highs—from electrifying stage performances to iconic film roles. Her relationships, both romantic and professional, are painted with warmth, wit, and occasional heartbreak.
Ultimately, this is more than a celebrity memoir—it is a testament to survival, artistry, and reinvention. Minnelli’s voice is unmistakable: bold, theatrical, and laced with humour even in her most reflective moments. Fans will relish the behind-the-scenes stories, while newcomers will discover a richly layered narrative of fame, family, and identity. A truly star-studded triumph.
A Thorn in the Rose — A Haunting Tale of Secrets, Scandal and Survival ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Five Star
There is something irresistibly seductive about a crumbling estate and the ghosts it refuses to bury, and A Thorn in the Rose leans into that allure with confidence and style. Set in post-war Britain, Avonby Estate becomes a character in its own right—dripping with decay, privilege, and long-suppressed secrets. From the moment Lady Melinda “Mel” Greenway uncovers a body beneath the roses, the novel pulls you into a world where beauty and brutality exist side by side.
At the heart of the story is Mel—a refreshingly complex heroine whose grit as a former army mechanic sets her apart from the fragile aristocracy around her. Her dynamic with Inspector Derrin Bradley adds emotional tension that elevates the narrative beyond a traditional whodunnit. Their shared past crackles with unfinished business, while a richly drawn supporting cast ensures suspicion lingers around every corner.
What lingers long after the final page is the atmosphere—cinematic, brooding, and steeped in quiet menace. With its blend of suspense, romance, and class tension, this is a gripping and elegant mystery that keeps you guessing, even if it occasionally lingers a touch too long in its own shadows.
Heated Rivalry — Love, Lust and the Politics of the Ice ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ (5/5)
Rachel Reid’s Heated Rivalry is not just a sports romance—it’s a cultural moment wrapped in sharp writing, raw chemistry, and emotional intelligence. Set in the brutal, high-pressure world of professional ice hockey, this bestseller delivers far more than locker-room tension. It’s slick, seductive, and surprisingly soulful.
Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov are electric—two rival captains locked in a dangerous game both on and off the ice. Public enemies, private lovers, their connection is explosive and deeply human. Reid explores masculinity, identity, and the suffocating expectations placed on elite athletes with refreshing honesty.
What sets this apart is its fearlessness. It challenges perceptions, breaks boundaries, and delivers a love story that feels both modern and necessary.
Steven’s Viewz: Sexy, smart, and unapologetically bold. If you think you know sports romance—think again. This one doesn’t just play the game… it rewrites the rules.
David Nailer’s Final Word: Darlings, whether it’s scandal in a crumbling estate, passion on the ice, or survival under the brightest of spotlights, one thing is certain—great storytelling always leaves a mark. And trust me… I’ve only just warmed up. See you in April—bring a thick skin and a sense of humour.
Why Piers Morgan Might Miss a Beat on Mental Health — But He Is on the Side of the LGBTQ+ Community
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“I disapprove of what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it.” — Voltaire
Let’s get one thing straight about Piers Morgan: he is no homophobe. I am re-running a feature I penned around the time he walked out of Good Morning Britain. No, I do not agree with his views on mental health for the most part, but he is entitled to his opinion. I was dumbfounded that he did not take Kevin Spacey to task over giving Elton John as a moral character reference. Having been a guest as a teenager at the Rocket Man’s house, I believe the truth will come out. His interview with the deluded TikTok personality HSTikkyTokky showed his stance against homophobia, and I will be writing about that in my column next month. For now, please read why Piers is, in fact, an LGBTQ+ ally.
Steven Smith takes a look at the meteoric rise of what could arguably be the ultimate school bully, Piers Morgan. He asks: as an adult society that often does not move far beyond the playground, do we actually revel in Morgan’s Machiavellian ways? Is he a friend to the LGBTQ+ community, and should he be fired from Good Morning Britain for his apparent sexist views and for questioning whether we should teach children that there are 100 genders?
Victoria Wood is about to come on stage at the Royal Albert Hall, and I am in the box, hosted by her PR, Neil Reading, with a variety of celebrities, journalists, and media types. The lovely Dale Winton is chatting away to me—fabulously bronzed, styled to perfection, charming and witty. Everyone is excited about the show when suddenly the air changes.
RIP Dale Winton
“Oh God, no!” Dale shrieks, as if Maleficent herself had appeared to cast a spell over us. Some of the other guests look uncomfortable too. No—it is not Maleficent. It is Piers Morgan, then the youngest editor of the Daily Mirror. Dale does all he can to avoid him, but Piers makes a beeline, grinning from ear to ear. “How’s that bottom doing, Dale?” Dale’s tan deepens two shades. “Fine, Piers, thanks,” he replies, avoiding eye contact. The penny drops. The Daily Mirror had splashed that Dale had been paying for colonic irrigation treatments at a clinic in London’s trendy Beauchamp Place—the same clinic frequented by Princess Diana. Somehow, they had photos of him leaving.
If Dale had turned around and said, “Oh, just great! You should try it, Piers—wash some of that rubbish you write straight out of you!” I suspect both men might have laughed, and Piers might even have offered him a column. The scenario did make me chuckle. Piers was goading his subject like a provocateur returning to the scene of the crime. It was no big deal—but Dale was private, kind, and is still sadly missed.
The next “victim” was Anthea Turner, splashed across the tabloids during her very public relationship scandal involving Grant Bovey. Piers had that unmistakable school bully energy—unable to resist the poke. Yet here’s the paradox: he also wanted to be one of them, a celebrity himself.
Let’s be clear—Piers Morgan is a genius. Rupert Murdoch made him editor of the now-defunct News of the World at just 29. He has the rare ability to remain calm while provoking others—an ability that later defined his interviewing style. Sometimes uncomfortable, often gripping, always headline-making. And when he chooses, he can be kind.
At a wedding with Barbara Windsor and her husband Scott Mitchell, Piers joined our table. He was delightful, charming, engaging. Until a PR woman confronted him. Piers remained calm while she became increasingly furious, eventually storming off. He had that effect—controlled chaos.
Under his leadership, the Daily Mirror became more progressive on gay issues, especially compared to rival tabloids. He helped elevate voices like Sue Carroll, a fierce advocate for LGBTQ+ rights and a dear friend of mine. He also co-created the Pride of Britain Awards alongside Peter Willis. But let’s not kid ourselves—we still have a long way to go before tabloids are truly safe ground for the LGBTQ+ community.
After the Abu Ghraib scandal and other controversies, which he has always denied wrongdoing in, Piers was sacked. You might expect him to disappear. Instead, like a phoenix, he came back stronger. From television appearances to America’s Got Talent, from winning The Celebrity Apprentice under Donald Trump, to taking over Larry King’s CNN slot, he rebuilt himself as a global media personality.
And here’s the key point: on LGBTQ+ issues, Piers Morgan has consistently shown support. He has challenged so-called conversion therapy advocates on air, telling one, “Shut up, you bigot.” He has supported figures like India Willoughby and publicly backed trans rights in debates. There is simply no credible evidence that he is anti-gay.
Now critics call for him to be cancelled—over gender debates, over tone, over clashes with guests. But should he be fired? No. If we silence every voice we disagree with, we risk losing something vital: dialogue, understanding, and progress.
I want to hear opposing views—even uncomfortable ones. That is how we measure how far we still have to go. We have made huge progress. Ten years ago, LGBTQ+ role models speaking in schools would have been unthinkable. But progress requires conversation, not cancellation.
Yes, Piers gets it wrong, especially on mental health. I believe he owes Denise Welch an apology. But he also reflects a segment of public opinion we cannot ignore. We must challenge hatred, but not silence debate. Because if we push dissenting voices underground, we risk something worse: backlash.
So no, I do not agree with everything Piers Morgan says. But I would still want him on my side.
And one final thought: can someone explain the “100 genders” to me? Not out of defiance, but because I want to understand. Asking questions does not make someone a bigot—it makes them human.
The Harley Street Skin Clinic is proud to sponsor the Personal Achievement Award at the 2026 Autism Hero Awards in London on 9 May, celebrating individuals who have shown exceptional courage, determination, and resilience in the face of adversity.
For decades, Harley Street has been synonymous with excellence in medicine, and the Harley Street Skin Clinic has remained firmly at the forefront of this tradition. Combining world-class medical expertise with compassionate, patient-centred care, the clinic continues to set the benchmark in both aesthetic and medical treatment.
At the heart of this commitment is Dr Aamer Khan, who is widely recognised not only for his clinical expertise but also for his dedication to supporting autistic individuals and their families. Through thoughtful research, practical treatment approaches, and genuine empathy, Dr Khan helps people navigate everyday challenges with confidence, dignity, and understanding.
The clinic’s outstanding reputation has been built on trust, precision, and an unwavering focus on patient wellbeing. By blending a rich medical heritage with the latest technological advancements, Harley Street Skin ensures that every client receives the highest standard of care, from consultation to aftercare.
Co-founder Lesley Reynolds and Managing Director Sophie Cooper are equally admired, not only for their professional achievements but for their deeply empathetic approach to charity and community engagement. Their support for the autistic community extends far beyond the clinic walls and into their everyday lives, reflecting a genuine commitment to making a meaningful difference.
Through its sponsorship of the Autism Hero Awards, Harley Street Skin has become a proud champion of Anna Kennedy Online, the leading autism charity founded by Dr Anna Kennedy OBE. Speaking about the partnership, Dr Kennedy said:“To have the Harley Street Skin Clinic as a sponsor is truly wonderful.
Their approach to autism research and understanding is inspiring, and I am excited to work closely with them.”Since 2004, Dr Aamer Khan and Lesley Reynolds have worked tirelessly to build Harley Street Skin into a trusted name in cosmetic and medical excellence. With a family legacy in medicine spanning four generations, their dedication has earned the clinic an enviable reputation and a high-profile client base.
Their journey was even showcased on Sky Television in the acclaimed series Stitch Me, Lift Me, Tuck Me.Today, the clinic continues to flourish under Sophie Cooper’s leadership, bringing fresh vision and energy while preserving its family-run values.
Offering a comprehensive range of surgical and non-surgical treatments—from advanced body sculpting and cosmetic contouring to breast enhancement and anti-ageing procedures—Harley Street Skin remains committed to excellence at every level.Through innovation, compassion, and community spirit, the Harley Street Skin Clinic stands proudly alongside the Autism Hero Awards, honouring personal achievement and helping to build a more inclusive, understanding society.
2Shades is delighted to announce the National Union of Professional Foster Cares as a sponsor of The Autism Hero Awards .
2Shades is delighted to announce the National Union of Professional Foster Carers (NUPFC) as a sponsor of this year’s Autism Hero Awards, supporting the Parent / Carer of the Year category.
The NUPFC is the only government-certified trade union in the UK dedicated exclusively to supporting foster carers, kinship carers, special guardians, and adopters. Its mission is clear: to ensure carers are informed, protected, and properly supported as they provide care for some of the most vulnerable children in society.
What sets the NUPFC apart is its depth of lived experience. Its specialist caseworkers — available 365 days a year — include current and former foster carers alongside retired social workers. This hands-on understanding allows the organisation to offer practical, empathetic guidance rooted in real-world challenges. A strong legal team further ensures members are never left navigating complex systems alone.
Caring for children who have experienced emotional harm or additional challenges can be demanding and emotionally complex. The NUPFC works closely with professionals around each child, helping to ensure carers — and in turn, the children themselves — receive the support, advocacy, and understanding they deserve.
Many children within the care system are autistic, while many others remain undiagnosed. The NUPFC actively promotes early diagnosis, recognising that timely understanding can make a profound difference to a child’s wellbeing, access to support, and long-term outcomes.
By sponsoring the Parent / Carer of the Year category at the Autism Hero Awards, the NUPFC is shining a light on the resilience, commitment, and quiet heroism of carers. This partnership not only celebrates individual achievement but also raises wider awareness of autism and caring within professional circles and among key decision-makers.
Robin Findlay, Founder and General Secretary of the National Union of Professional Foster Carers, said:
“Anna Kennedy’s tireless campaigning continues to raise awareness of the many strengths, talents, and contributions that autistic people bring to our communities. We are proud to support the Autism Hero Awards and to stand alongside Anna Kennedy Online in encouraging autistic people, and their parents and carers, to seek support when needed, build confidence, and achieve great things.”
Anna Kennedy OBE added:
“We are absolutely delighted to welcome the National Union of Professional Foster Carers as sponsors of the Autism Hero Awards. Their commitment to carers and families aligns closely with our values, and we look forward to working together to celebrate autistic individuals and recognise the dedication of those who support them every day.”
The Eleventh Hour Group is proud to sponsor the Young Person of the Year category at the Autism Hero Awards.
Known for its people-first approach, the Eleventh Hour Group is built on professionalism, integrity, and long-term partnerships within healthcare. Working closely with NHS Trusts, private providers, and local authorities, the organisation supports vital services by ensuring the right people are in the right place at the right time — always with care and respect at the heart of what they do.
That ethos extends beyond healthcare delivery into meaningful community engagement. This year, the Eleventh Hour Group is honoured to sponsor the Young Person of the Year category at the Autism Hero Awards, an event that celebrates achievement, advocacy, and lived experience across the autism community.
Anna Kennedy on line patron Vicki Michelle presents an award along with Dr Anna Kennedy OBE at the Autism Hero Awards .
Speaking about the sponsorship, Aaliyah McGuire, Director of Complex Care at the Eleventh Hour Group, said:
“EHG is proud to be supporting the Autism Hero Awards and sponsoring the Young Person of the Year category. Anna Kennedy Online’s work has a profound impact on the lives of autistic individuals, and their values align closely with ours. It’s a privilege to support such an important celebration of young people and their achievements.”
Hosted by Anna Kennedy Online, the Autism Hero Awards recognise individuals and organisations making a genuine difference. The Young Person of the Year category is a particularly powerful moment of the evening, shining a spotlight on young autistic individuals whose resilience, creativity, and voices deserve national recognition.
The awards ceremony will take place on 9 May at the Holiday Inn, Regent’s Park, bringing together families, professionals, advocates, and supporters to celebrate progress, inclusion, and positive change.
Dr Anna Kennedy OBE has long been a leading voice in autism advocacy. Through her tireless work with Anna Kennedy Online, and events such as the Autism Hero Awards, she continues to champion understanding, inclusion, and opportunity for autistic individuals and their families.
Dr Anna Kennedy OBE said:
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Other people’s issues. Martin and I had a beautiful relationship but there was always someone who had an issue with it . It may seem strange to start my story at the end of someone’s life to tell their tale. The remarkable Mr Annand was no ordinary man, so his journey should be told just as the curtain is about to fall on his extraordinary life, an existence that for most parts was never quite what it seemed to so many.
Mr Annand, or as we called him, Martin, looked up at me from the brown mobility chair, which he had become confined to during the day over the last few weeks of his life, his beautiful big blue eyes still reminding me of Jiminy Cricket from Pinocchio. Still full of hope, he smiled at me, pulled gently on my shirt and asked me to go and get a nice French bread stick – warm if possible – and some soup. He had been off his food for the last few days so it was a relief to hear him want something.
There was only one problem. We needed to hide the bread from Nicos, Martin’s Greek Cypriot trust fund civil partner, as gluten and bread were taboo in the soulless flat that they shared in trendy Bloomsbury. Though the wood and lighting were incredible, it resembled an art gallery with uncomfortable furniture. Nicos ruled the roost in this place and would become hysterical and cruel when not getting his own way. Even traditional cooking was banned for fear that it would cause damage to any of the many art works.
A splash of water, not wiped up from the sink tap, could cause a rage so powerful you would have thought you had flooded the flat.
Nicos had allowed me to take joint care of Martin with great reluctance; only after he had worked out the actual cost of private nurses did he reluctantly give in. At first it was only to be when Nicos was at cross fit for three hours a day, or when he had his own hospital appointments. However, the workload was constant and eventually I stayed there 24 hours a day, and for this I was grateful Nicos allowed me to do so as it was so painful not to be with Martin
It seemed odd to me: Nicos’ art collection in the UK and Cyprus had a value in the millions so if he had sold just one piece, it could have funded 24-hour private care. Martin always said that, despite Nicos’ wealth given to him by his father, he was incredibly tight.
Nicos had just left for a workout and was meeting a friend after. Dashing up Tottenham Court Road to M&S, I returned quickly with some of Martin’s favourite fruit jellies, two small warm bread flutes and heart-warming chicken noodle soup. Frantically I cut the bread up into small slices and buttered them cleaning up after myself for fear that crumbs would be found.
Martin Annand and Pam Sharrock and me in the South of France
The soup was being cooked in the microwave that was hidden so high up, cooking anything in it was a challenge. Even the kettle was in a cupboard to stop steam hitting any artwork that adorned the kitchen walls. Martin smiled as I brought it to him, “I am getting my appetite back”, he said, with some hope. Pointing out it was a good sign, I gave him a wink
. The man I had loved for forty years was dying and I was determined to keep my emotions in check and just be his rock. If I ever allowed the flood gates to open and show how I was feeling, my fear was that the tears would never stop, and that was the last thing he needed. Martin had a beautiful childlike quality that most people never got to see. He gave me a paw as I put the food down.
Of course, he only managed a little bread and some soup. Just as he was about to get me to take it away the door opened. Nicos was there. “All right my love, what’s that you have got there?” he enquired, with his eyes throwing daggers of steel towards me. Explaining that he really wanted a bread roll and some soup, strangely Nicos did not react, although I made a hasty retreat to the kitchen to discard the evidence out into the bin in the communal areas of the block.
There was only one flute of bread left by the side of the sink that was left to hide. Nicos had not gone to shower as he usually did on return from the gym and he was in the kitchen. To my amazement, he was cutting the spare French bread flute in to slices and covered them in strawberry Jam and organic Honey. Instinct told me to get out of the way to see Martin, and a wise decision it was.
Ten minutes later Nicos came charging down the wooden plank floors of the corridor towards the bathroom slamming the door. He spent twenty minutes in there inducing himself to vomit. Eventually he came out and marched up to Martin, shoving his hands that stunk of sick up into Martin’s pale face. “Look what you made me do bring that into our home!”
There was nothing I could do to stop Nicos. My heart often went out to him as he was so uncomfortable in his own body, I can only imagine what it must be like to wake up every day so unhappy in life. I do not think that I had ever seen him do a full day’s work in the twenty years I knew him. Martin wrote his correspondence for him, Nicos went for the odd meeting in Cyprus but for the most part, he went to the gym, shopped, attended gallery openings, and holidayed abroad a lot. What he devoted a lot of time to was sitting in judgement of other’s efforts, which he did with great ease. He really was the quintessential trust fund baby.
Though Nicos’ and my relationship made Joan’s and Bette’s look like an easy one, he always had the upper hand. At first I had liked him as he was amusing, witty and we shared many of the same interests. He clearly had huge mental health issues, so to take him on was a fruitless task and only caused issues with me seeing my ex-partner, Martin.
Over the years my radar went into no comment regarding his hatred of me, even during the campaign of daily phone text’s calling me every name you could imagine. Once he caught me off guard with the malicious comment, “No wonder your boyfriend killed himself and the latest is missing!” That text was a step too far and I threatened to call the police, although for the sake of Martin, we did eventually make up
. There was always someone who had an issue with my relationship with Martin. Nico’s just could not cope with the fact that Martin still loved me and him in different ways. It was not long before Nicos was in the kitchen and you could just tell he was looking for a fight. He was opening and closing drawers for no reasons when suddenly he spied a small amount of water that had escaped me whilst cleaning, next to the marble sink. That was it, he hit the roof. “YOU RESPECT THE QUALITY OF NOTHING!” he bellowed behind me as I made my excuses to Martin and decided to spend one night at my home let Nicos calm down. When an apologetic text from Nicos did come through, I told him all was fine.
Returning the next day at 6:30 I found there were two patients in bed: Nicos had piles and might need to go the hospital, possibly for four days. Nicos had fired four of the helpers the NHS had sent us. Looking after Martin really needed two, but the idea of spending some time with him was a relief to me. In the end Nicos just went to a specialist. Looking after Martin was not the hard part, though it was breaking my heart every day. Dealing with Nico’s, who was devious and underhand, was horrendous. He seemed obsessed with my every move.
However if you think he sounded bad, nothing could prepare you for his sidekick we will call “The Cousin”. A woman as equally uncomfortable in her own skin as Nicos, Martin had only known her for five years. On the face of it she seemed nice, with an air of the teacher about her. Nicos had decided that she was Martin’s replacement sister, as the relationship with his own sister Pen had become strained over the years due to her dominating girlfriend. Martin ‘just loved her’, Nicos would inform me with some command. Martin, though fond of her, did not see her that way.
She was a walking nightmare and expert on everything to do with cancer. My first hint that she needed to be stopped was when Martin called me telling she was trying to roll a tennis ball up and down his spine. Luckily, I got there in time to challenge her and that went down like a lead balloon.
The cousin had a habit of putting her hand up like she was teaching at school. I did not want Martin doing those exercise she was trying to make him do and reiterated that he had spinal cancer so his specialist would need to approve any exercise. If she was teaching or instructing, she was fine. Nicos went away for two weeks and left me with Martin. The Cousin started coming over bringing lots of sugary desserts, all well-meaning but not good for cancer and definitely not to Martin’s taste. It seemed well meaning so Martin would smile and say, “Save for later, yummy!” I would chuck them in the bin as soon as she left.
The first time she came over was to give me an hour off. Martin asked me to call and cancel her, he would be fine, but I felt it would be rude to do so, and if she did come, it would pacify Nicos and assure him that everything was ok. Politely, I thanked her for coming. “I was coming whether you wanted it or not”, she replied, with the coldness of a witch at midnight. “Nicos and I have a plan for Martin, so don’t you worry yourself”, she went on. People must have wondered why I did not tell her to go F— herself. Instead, I hid the various things she brought to roll on Martin. The last thing Martin needed was her exercises that still needed to be approved by a professional.
We nearly had words when she waltzed in all sweetness and light with more desserts. With her empathetic face she asked, “Anything I can do to help?” For once I was happy to oblige, asking if she minded making Martin’s bed. Her face fell as what she really had meant was if there was anything she could teach or instruct. Her face perked up as she replied, “I will teach you how to do it.” Of course, I declined.
There was zero empathy from Nicos when I explained Martin was not as keen on her visits as he thought. But more important please could he supervise her teaching exercises as she had zero experience. Having breast cancer did not make you an expert on all cancers. Nicos hollered, “She is like a sister to him!” Nicos had ostracised most of Martin’s close friends and substituted them with ones he approved of over the years they were together.
We were told by the nurse visiting Martin that under NO circumstances should he make any financial, work related or personal decisions at this stage. It became incredibly difficult to handle the Cousin and Nicos, as no matter what I suggested, it was wrong. Dr Prakash who had helped Martin with his injections and treated him privately for free was branded an idiot, whereas the cousin, who really needed locking up, was always right whatever she said.
To this day it is my belief that she helped speed the cancer up. I grieved for Martin deeply. When one considers grief, it is foremost for the person you have lost. You could not begin to comprehend how grief magnifies when also confronted with two such devious, plotting malcontents, whose subsequent aim was to erase me from Martin’s eulogy along with any memories we shared. But I’m getting ahead of myself.
Apart from a lunch with my dear friend Marieanne, I had been there with Martin for twenty four hours. However I had a doctor’s appointment that I could not miss, but the whole thing would take only four hours tops. Warning signs should have flagged in my brain as the pair seemed unusually enthusiastic about this and confirmed several times that I was still going. Despite the warning given by the professionals, whilst I was out they got the lawyers in and established power of attorney.
Worse still, in his weakened state, Martin signed standing orders to pay monthly into the joint bank account in the Isle of Man the sum of £10,000 from Princess Salimah Aga Khan’s bank account. When I returned, Nico’s was quick to tell me he had power of attorney and only he had the right to deal with things. But again he allowed me to stay. I only found out about the Princess Salimah standing order when she noticed it. It honestly finished Martin off, he was SO distressed. How could this ever have been allowed? Simple Greed on one person’s part. Salimah was distraught though she did attend the funeral by zoom.
My beautiful Martin Annand died in St Johns hospice on the 9th of August surrounded by his civil partner Nicos and myself, his lover and friend of forty years. I was wiping his mouth with a moist tiny sponge. He was ice cold, and I knew it was the end. He made a noise then went, Nicos screamed and ran to the door, missing the fact Martin had taken one more breath, and then the beautiful angel left us for good.
Martin and I had been of the same mind; if we took ill, we would go to Switzerland and end it with dignity. In hindsight it was easier said than done. Whilst Nicos was in Greece, Martin had all the details. He had gone on business to Geneva working with Salimah Aga Khan and had everything planned, it was just down to me to take him. He was having a bad day and was booking flights. Martin’s chemo had been tremendous, although his hair had stayed, and we were full of hope.
He would shower at night trying to ease the agonising pain, but he refused to take the morphine for fear of being hooked. The doctors said it was all down to the side effects of the radiation treatment. Believing them I begged him just to give it two more weeks, then we would go and Nicos would never need to know. But they were wrong, and the cancer had spread. I would not let a dog suffer the indignity my beautiful Martin went through. My deep regret is not saying yes and flying him down to Switzerland when he wanted to go. There was no time for me to grieve at the bedside
. Nicos was hysterical and threw himself on Martin’s body. It was the opposite of what Martin stood for. It was not long though before Nicos became aware of my obvious grief. “I am his civil partner and have rights!” he shrieked at the nurse. Not for one minute did I challenge that, even though Martin was in fact still legally married to an American and she never divorced him. For five minutes I excused myself and went to the bathroom, locked the door and broke down.
This was not what Martin would have wanted, so I stood up and went to aid Nicos. He was actually kind to me, thanked me, and he was full of questions. Martin would have wanted me to look after him and, as much as he would let me, I did. It did not take long for him to hit the phone. He asked The Cousin to meet him at the house.
He called Phillipa, a long-term friend in Cyprus that Martin and I both liked, and was furious that she could not come straight away. He turned to his old friend Tee, who was also in Cyprus. The pair had fallen out for years, but a mutual ailment had brought them back together, and that Tee did not like me was a huge bonus. He was flying over the next day. I offered to stay, but it was refused. Accompanying Nicos back home, I came up to make some tea.
It was not long before the cousin arrived, she was of course kind. To my horror they jumped into funeral arrangements. Worse still, “Has anyone told Danielle. Martin was very fond of her?” was the next question. They both knew that I had fallen out with Danielle as she had taken great advantage of Martin. He had paid for her partner to be flown from Cyprus as a medical emergency. He had set up a bank account up for her and had been paying the price. I saw her as a user although Martin said “She’s great at parties”. If I was throwing a party, number one on the guest list would certainly not have been Danielle. I realised that I was on a hiding to nothing and left the pair to it.
Though I had helped Nicos as much as I could, The Cousin quickly jumped in and took over; my little eulogy was judged too much about me by the pair and not used. The actual funeral had to be seen to be believed and if Martin had not been cremated he would have rolled in his grave. In fairness I was in the funeral procession car. Arriving at their home, Nicos was not there.
I was outside as the coffin pulled up and Nicos jumped from the car wearing ripped jeans, flanked by Tee and another friend, who both seemed to be dressed like crows. He fell onto the ground of the apartment steps, wailing, “My Martin is here!” calling up to Phillipa. Ironically it looked like a scene from Tosca, a favourite opera of Martin and I. Nicos saw me then and I thought he was coming to hug me, but instead all the drama was over. “You get in the second car”. It was a shape of things to come for the day. I was only allowed a few people as mourners. Nicos did not realise that Martin still had had a life with me and he saw people like Denise Welch and others when Nicos was not around. Still, I was not going to argue and held my head with dignity. Just as I was about to enter the crematorium at Golders Green on a beautiful sunny day, Nico’s whispered to me, “I am afraid I have been a bit selfish with the eulogy.”
Looking back at him, I replied I would not expect anything else. Nicos outdid himself with the downright pack of lies contained in the eulogy. Yes, there were moments of truth but it was hard for me to comprehend what was being read out. If there was any doubt that this was not a bad dream, the beautiful friends I shared with Martin, who were there to support me, gasped in places. Darling Marieanne, a long-term friend of Martin’s and my best pal at the time, squeezed my arm each time something was read out that made Nicos sound a hero and omitted my name completely. We were instructed not to look at Nicos as we left, but he should not have worried as there was absolutely no danger of that.
Walking through the crematorium doors into the beautiful memorial gardens, my numbness started to thaw out as one of my oldest friends exclaimed, “What the fuck was that?” Nicos had had the nerve to ring my kid sister in the US and ask her to watch. It was not long before she was on the phone to find out if I was ok. “Why did he say those things?!” She knew how humiliated I must have felt and said how restrained I had been. If she had been there in person with a baseball bat…
Do not think the thought had not passed my mind. However, holding my head high was what Martin would have wanted, not some ugly drama. His eulogy was heard by 42 people. A week later I released mine on the net and it has been seen by over 4000,000 people. Many of Martin’s family and friends asked why it had not been used. It is below. My hope is to hold a proper ceremony on the anniversary of Martin’s death.
The wonder that was Martin Annand A beautiful light has left the world. But I just know he is sparkling above us full of love. Martin Annand passed away at St John’s hospice London at 12.15 on the 9th of August 2021, with Mozart piano concerto 15 playing, and his civil partner Nicos Steratzias and his former partner Steven Smith lovingly by his side. https://www.stjohnshospice.org.uk/about/
Christopher Robin said to Winne the Pooh: “You’re braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.” Martin Annand was the quintessential Christopher Robin and he loved his eclectic friends, no matter their flaws, and he embraced their strengths. He would often joke, “I think he is having an Eeyore moment”, if a friend was down or not seeing the positive about something. He would reference more of Christopher’s pals, saying, “You’re very Tigger-y today”, if one of us was particularly bouncy, and even though Martin enjoyed a healthy lifestyle, he also empathised with Pooh, adoring a sneaky sweet or two. Martin was a true English gentleman, whose style and grace made him so wonderfully unique
. People just adored him as he made every person feel important, taking an interest in everyone he met. From classic cars to a hand of bridge, the latest song by the Pet Shop Boys, or even a glance at what Robbie Williams was wearing; Martin could talk about it all. He just loved everything in life. I would often laugh to myself when people thought Martin was “serious” and “a little unapproachable”
Martin with Ian Phillips Samantha Phillips and Emma Noble and me
. He was one of the funniest people I have ever met, bringing the phrase “Don’t judge the book by its cover” to mind. Martin’s inner child beamed out to those who knew him and took the time to see the beautiful man for who he really was. When I first met him, he told me a story that could only happen to Martin. He said, “I went to a dinner party last night. When I got there, the house was awfully dark. When I pressed the doorbell, the hostess answered in her night attire. “Oh, has the dinner been cancelled?” I enquired. “It was last week”, the hostess answered, wide mouthed. “And what is more, you came to it!”
Martin had the ability to laugh at himself. He was funny, sometimes forgetful and, what is a rare quality these days, loyal. Whenever you saw him, he opened his wide blue eyes and smiled, and he made you believe you could do whatever you wanted to do. He was fortunate enough to have danced with Princess Margaret, but always said he enjoyed dancing at his friend Denise Welch’s ball, with a group of bright young things, more than with Her Royal Highness. Martin just loved the dance of life and he threw himself into everything – whether it was captaining a boat or dancing the Conga in Rio de Janeiro.
Or partying in St. Tropez for his friend Pam Sharrock’s 60th. I recall him skiing down a black run in Klosters Ski Resort with such ease, leaving the soon-to-be-famous Denise Welch and myself way behind. Of course, Martin being Martin, he was straight back up the slope to come to the aid of his friends. There is so much to write on The Exceptional Mr Annand that it could fill two volumes. If there is a Heaven, he will be up there playing bridge and chatting to his friends who journeyed there before him. If he is looking down, all he would want for us is love, success and happiness, as Martin embodied in everything he did in life. But please continue reading as this is a story of one of the most glamorous, quintessential gentlemen, whose story will make you laugh, gasp and cry. He was the accountant for some of the world’s wealthiest and most famous people despite never training as an accountant. The man that could make you feel like you could fly…
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