Almost everyone alive in 1993 remembers some version of what happened in that Manassas, Virginia apartment: Lorena Bobbitt severed her husband John's penis with a kitchen knife while he slept, drove off with it still in her hand, and became a late night punchline for the next decade. What almost nobody remembers, because it was never as funny or as tidy a headline, is what each of them actually did with the following thirty years. One built a nonprofit. The other built an arr

Bruce Reynolds called it his Sistine Chapel. Ronnie Biggs got a folk hero's send off. Buster Edwards got a film named after him and a flower stall by Waterloo station. Sixty years on, the Great Train Robbery still gets talked about like a caper, a bit of cheeky British villainy pulled off by a gang of lovable rogues who outsmarted the establishment. There's just one problem with that story. It leaves out the man they nearly killed. A very ordinary night shift On the night of

Tura Satana is best remembered as Varla, the merciless leader of a girl gang who kills a man with her bare hands in Russ Meyer's 1965 cult classic Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill! It's one of the most iconic performances in exploitation film history. It's also, by a wide margin, the tamest thing about her actual life. Long before she ever stood in front of Meyer's camera, Satana had survived an internment camp, run with a street gang, danced burlesque under a false name to hide